Almost December

The schedule for this entire week is a bit up in the air. I am expecting the processor to call and say the pork is done. They prefer that we come get it as soon as possible so it’s not taking up space in their freezer. It’s more than I can carry in the station wagon. I could take one of the work trucks and go by myself, but it’s easier if we both go. I’ll also have to make arrangements with the customers to get it delivered that same day.

And the owner of the quilt store called yesterday to tell me my machine had come in. Again, I might need the husband’s help for that one. The machine will fit in the car, but I’m also getting the hydraulic lift table, which probably won’t. I’m going to stop at the store this morning and assess the situation. Getting the machine home is only half the battle; I also need to clear out the space in the spare bedroom and move some things to other rooms or out to the storage container. Hopefully, though, everything will be set up for quilting by the weekend. I need to baste a couple of quilts this week so I have something to practice on. The white/cream Candy Coated top is done AND I have a backing for it. That might be a good one to start with. I want to expand my free motion quilting techniques beyond loops.

The husband is still working—they are pouring concrete today—so the schedule might require some creative juggling. We’ll have to see.

This is my first Squash Squad block:

This may end up being my only Squash Squad block. It’s supposed to be a spaghetti squash. I still have a few little embellishments to add to this one. (I might also take that vine out and re-do it with two twists.) I don’t have any guidance other than Instagram photos—and some sparse written instructions—which means that every time I have to add something new, I need to pull up IG on my phone or tablet and search for a picture. My patience for that is wearing thin.

I have other embroidery projects I could be working on.

I’ve also got the Noon and Night pattern open in InDesign so I can finish getting that written. The bulk of it is in there; right now, I’m fleshing out details like measurements, yardage requirements, etc. I am still aiming for a January release.

I was out working in the woods with the husband yesterday afternoon when he pointed to the road and said, “Aren’t you expecting a FedEx delivery?” We can always tell when it’s a new driver because they drive back and forth past the house. I walked out to the road and flagged down the driver and showed him which was our driveway. (There are metal street numbers on the garage, but sometimes it’s confusing.) He pulled in and handed me a small package from the front seat, and then said, “The system says you have two packages—could you help me find the other one?” He opened the back doors to the van, which was piled from floor to ceiling with dozens and dozens of boxes.

I expressed my sympathy that he was having to work on a Sunday to deliver all those packages, but he was very cheerful about the whole situation and said he was just glad to have a job. After a few minutes of searching, we found my other package—a box with Accuquilt dies—and he wished me a good day and I wished him safe driving. I hope he wasn’t out until midnight delivering all those boxes.

I ordered a 3” strip die, the Bear Paw die, and a triangle die, all for the Studio cutter. I can use the regular Go! dies, too, with the adapters, but sometimes I want the beefier dies.

The Bottomless Scrap Bag

I used up nearly all the white/cream scraps on that Candy Coated quilt, which was gratifying until I unearthed a bag under the cutting table that held the remains of the previous multicolored Candy Coated quilt I made a few months ago. Some of the rows were too long, so I had trimmed them but left the sewn strips as seeds for the next CC. And the current multicolored scrap bag is stuffed. What to do except make another one?

These are the rows still left to finish. The completed strips are hanging on the fence in the hallway.

I am beginning to think the scraps multiply when I am not looking.

Lynne at the Patchery Menagerie blog had a post about this a few weeks ago. She said she had a moment of clarity (and terror) when she realized how many quilts were waiting to be made just from her scrap bins. Humble though my CC scrap quilts are, they use up fabric and that makes me happy. They’ve also been good projects for me to practice my machine quilting skills on. The sewing is easy—long strips cut into shorter strips and sewn into rows—which makes them great for days when I want to sew but don’t have the mental energy for anything more complicated.

I finished the project I was making with the Klum House waxed canvas. I noticed that the canvas tends to dry out after a few days, so perhaps it’s a matter of taking the yardage out before using and hanging it somewhere to allow the excess volatiles to evaporate. I wonder where they get their base canvas. It is a tighter weave than the AL Frances canvas. A combination of the Klum House base canvas and the AL Frances beeswax would be amazing.

I’m still plugging away at the embroidered squash project, but with less enthusiasm than I had when I started it. Part of the problem is that unless I buy a (very expensive) kit, I am having trouble finding all of the threads I need. Not all of the stitches and techniques are explained in the instructions, which requires going to Instagram to watch the IGTV videos. I have enough trouble watching YouTube videos through the Roku on my TV; I don’t have the patience to sit at my computer to watch them. Also, finding said videos was next to impossible when Instagram decided to block hashtags before the election. The whole project has been an exercise in frustration.

It’s a free pattern and I have no cause to complain. I’ve resigned myself to coming up with my own embroidery designs on the pattern using what I’ve got available. I’m trying to view it as another opportunity to be creative, although I am fumbling my way through parts of it. I’m disappointed, because I thought that embroidering squash would be fun and educational. It’s up to me to figure out how to make it that way.

It turns out that the homesteading chat group I belong to has quite a few stitchers in it. We’ve had some fun discussions over the past couple of days. And Elysian came over last evening to borrow a sewing book (which I told her to keep) so she could start working on some projects. Last spring, she scored a deal on a pristine Singer 600, one of the last 1960s models with metal gears, with all the accessories. She didn’t have a manual for it, but I had an extra one, so I gave her that along with a cutting mat, ruler, and rotary cutter. That should help get her started. I am looking forward to seeing what she makes. WS told me that he plans to make himself a pillowcase and I said I thought that was a great first project.

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The woods look much better after two days of us working out there. I, on the other hand, do not.

The husband looked at me at one point yesterday and said, “Did your hairline get singed?” Yep, it surely did. I had my hair tied back (for obvious reasons when working around fire), but I was walking up to one of the slash piles to throw an armful of branches onto it when the wind shifted unexpectedly and a gust blew the heat in my direction. A small section of my hairline and a bit of my eyebrows took a hit. You can’t tell when my hair is down, although it’s going to be annoying when those pieces start growing out again.

And this morning, I was pulling on a branch that was stuck under another branch when the second branch gave way suddenly and the first one came back and whacked me in the face by my lip. It bled a little bit.

The husband looked at it and said, “People are going to think I beat you,” but I assured him that anyone who knows me is not going to find it strange that I did this to myself. I am hardly an example of grace and coordination. I am going to quit while I’m ahead, however.

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It occurred to me that this December is going to be a lot less hectic than normal. I’m not playing for the Lutheran church because they are doing their midweek Advent services differently this year. And our choir is not singing on Christmas Eve, so we won’t have practices on Sunday afternoon. DD#2 is going to fly home for a couple of days at Christmas, but other than that, it will be a quiet one with no houseguests. What a strange year this has been.

Matchsticks

The Deputy Chief of Fire Operations and I spent our Thanksgiving Day out in the woods burning slash piles.

This is ongoing cleanup from that horrendous windstorm last March. He had cut up some of the trees last spring and piled brush, but we can only burn at certain times of the year. We’d like to get as much of this done before burning season ends on Monday.

The husband put a propane torch to each pile to get it burning, but once it was going, this brush burned hot despite being soaked with moisture. It’s a sobering thought to imagine how it would burn in the middle of a hot, dry summer. Slash piles that are burned in the spring can smolder until a stiff breeze re-ignites them in hot weather. It’s better to burn now.

My job is to collect branches and put them on the piles, and then monitor each pile and rake it into a smaller pile as it burns down. I like the physical activity. I don’t feel 55 and I want to keep it that way.

We were taking a break on the porch mid-afternoon when the husband said, “Look, here come your turkeys,” and sure enough, a flock of about a dozen of them came running over to get their daily ration of scratch grains.

I told them they were lucky they weren’t on someone’s dinner table.

We’ll be back at this project today. The woods—what is left of them, anyway—look better, but there are still a few more dead and dying trees that need to come down, and hopefully not in another windstorm.

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I wasn’t feeling well on my actual birthday—some mild stomach complaint—but the universe made up for it when I ran errands on Wednesday. My first stop was Joann Fabrics, where all the knits were on sale for 60% off. I picked up enough for three more tops AND I found another length of knit fabric in the clearance bin for 80% off AND all the thread was Buy 3, Get 2 Free. I stocked up on more neutral serger thread.

I went to the quilt store north of town and picked up a spool of black Aurifil to use in the bobbin when we quilt the Noon and Night top.

Hobby Lobby is in that same area north of town. I was wandering through the bolts of fabric, waiting for the line at the cutting table to go down, when I spotted some Essex Yarn-Dyed Linen! This is produced by Robert Kaufman—the same lovely company that brings you Kona—and either I have to order it online or buy it when I go to Spokane. Granted, there were only a couple of bolts and they were mostly neutrals, but there was a bolt of the prettiest light green (a color called “Seafoam”), so I bought a couple of yards, destined to be at least one apron.

[That line has 147 colors, half of which are the yarn-dyed fabrics that look almost heathery. It’s a shame that whenever I see it in stores, the only colors offered are the neutrals. Some of the jewel tone colors are just gorgeous.]

Say what you will about Hobby Lobby—and I respect the fact that people won’t shop there for various reasons—but if Hobby Lobby provides me a way to buy Essex Linen locally, I’m going to buy it.

One of my last stops Wednesday was the quilt store south of town. I am now committed to a Bernina Q20. The store owner gave me a great deal—so great that I actually asked her if she was making any money on the transaction. (She assured me she was.) I am not sure yet when I am going to pick up the machine, but it should be some time within the next month or so. I am excited! I’ll be able to blast through the stack of quilt tops that have piled up, and that will make room for the quilt ideas in my head that are clamoring to get out.

Which Waxed Canvas?

I did not mean to sound so grumpy in yesterday’s blog post—and on my birthday, to boot—but I am not going to be one of those people who posts only rainbows and unicorns. Life is what it is, and I am definitely grateful for another trip around the sun. I just find it wearying to share this planet with other people sometimes.

I sewed all day yesterday, on a project with some waxed canvas. This is the waxed canvas I bought from Klum House, in Portland. My previous waxed canvas projects have been with the material from AL Frances Textiles, on Etsy. The AL Frances waxed canvas is incredibly easy to work with; the Klum House waxed canvas, not so much. Klum House uses a vegan wax blend on their canvas which is comprised of petroleum jelly, mineral oil, and paraffin. The saturation is good, and the weave of the canvas is tighter, but I found myself fighting the Klum House canvas every step of the way. When I crease the AL Frances canvas, it stays creased, which makes sewing it a breeze. The Klum House canvas would not stay creased, no matter how hard I went over it with my Hera marker (a plastic blade used to mark and shape fabric without pins). And my Necchi industrial didn’t seem to like sewing it.

I prevailed, however, and the project is almost done. It looks good and I am happy with it. I need one item to finish it, which I’ll pick up in town. I can’t show you a picture, though, because it’s a gift for someone. I’m glad I did a simpler project with the Klum House canvas before embarking on that Slabtown Backpack, because now I know what I am dealing with. I don’t dislike the Klum House canvas; it simply requires different handling.

I was laughing at myself yesterday morning, because I spent a couple of days cleaning and organizing my sewing area, and within 15 minutes of starting that waxed canvas project, it looked like a bomb had gone off again. I engage in a lot of creative destruction when I am working, apparently.

[“Creative destruction” is such a wonderful oxymoron.]

I pieced the backing for the Noon and Night quilt, too. I like to use 108” wide fabrics so I don’t have to piece backs, but I wanted a specific backing for this one and it only came in 44” wide yardage. As I was pressing it, though, I noticed a tear in the fabric:

So I turned it over and ironed a small piece of black interfacing over the hole to keep it from getting any bigger.

When it’s quilted, the flaw won’t be noticeable.

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The husband is still working, although not as many hours because there just isn’t enough daylight. The early snows caught a lot of people off guard and scrambling to get projects done. He poured some sidewalks yesterday at a duplex whose foundation he did in the summer of 2019.

I expect we’ll be picking up the pork orders some time next week. I’ll be glad to have that all done and wrapped up. We’ve already had people asking us about reserving some for next year. I am hoping we can use the same supplier for piglets.

I’m also going to order seeds a lot earlier this year. I saved a lot from last season—especially tomatoes—but I don’t want to get caught without other ones that I need.

Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my 55th birthday. My birthday falls so close to Thanksgiving that usually I am celebrating with family—my mother and the girls and I spent it in Seattle last year—or I take myself on a long weekend trip. Neither of those things will be happening this year and I am kind of bummed. I am reluctant even to travel to Missoula because the weather has been so lousy. I was getting ready to head into town yesterday morning to run errands and had one ear on the scanner. We had gotten some snow and already, fire departments were responding to a couple of motor vehicle accidents. I narrowly missed being hit in town—as I approached an intersection at Main Street, where I had the green light, someone coming down Main Street ran the red light right in front of me. Had I been in the intersection, he would have hit the front end or side of my car. He never slowed down.

Sigh.

I wore my new top all day yesterday. So comfortable. The next time Joanns has a sale on knits, I’ll pick up a few more lengths.

One of my errands yesterday was to track down the totes for my Kratky lettuce system. Home Depot was out of the ones I needed, so I ordered a box of five-gallon totes from Amazon. They seemed like they were taking forever to arrive, so I checked the order status. Imagine my surprise (/sarcasm) when the US Postal Service tracking number indicated the the mail carrier had tried—unsuccessfully—to deliver them last Monday. I doubt she even made an effort. I never received a slip or anything that notified me that I needed to go to town and pick them up, so I printed the page with the tracking number from the Amazon website and stopped at the main post office in town yesterday. The box was there.

This is just another in a long line of issues we’ve had with the postal carrier out here. Back in August, I had to remind the driver that the easement between our properties is not a road and she cannot drive 35 mph on it. On that particular day, our renter and her 4 year-old daughter were outside playing in their yard as she blew past, which is why I felt compelled to say something. The mail carrier apparently failed to notice the sign that said “Don’t drive like an asshole down this easement.” (The sign actually says, “Slow—animals and children playing” but you get my drift.)

I have the totes now, so I will work on getting the Kratky system set up. My mother suggested that I stay home this weekend and work on some of my projects. I have several.

I pulled out a bag the other night so I could press some pieces I’ve been using as leaders and enders:

When I was a freshman in high school, I took a semester of art. Our teacher, Ms. Furey, assigned us a project known as “88 Squares.” We were to draw a grid of 88 squares on a large piece of paper, choose two opposing colors from the color wheel, and fill in each square with a design using those colors in tints (add white) and shades (add black). I’ve always thought that would be a fun project to interpret as a quilt. These are 2-1/2” squares, and there will be far more than 88 of them when I’m done.

One of my other errands yesterday was stopping at the quilt store to talk to them about sit-down longarm machines. I’ve been looking at the HandiQuilter—and this store is a dealer, but they are also a dealer for the Bernina Q system. I am not an impulse purchaser. I like to research and think and research and think some more. I was mightily impressed by that Bernina, however.

The husband is very useful for talking through decisions like this; he doesn’t know anything about quilting, so he asks basic questions about what I am looking for and what I want to do, and that helps me to distill down my thinking. I do not want a longarm quilting frame. I do not want to devote the space to it, for one thing. I also have no desire to do custom longarm quilting, where the quilter moves the machine to create special quilting designs and effects. I would use it primarily to do computer-controlled allover quilting patterns, where the computer moves the machine in a specific design. As frame systems run into the tens of thousands of dollars, however, that seems bit extravagant to me. Most people who buy longarm quilting machines do so intending to custom quilt for other people, which helps pay for the machine.

A sit-down longarm machine is basically a bigger version of my domestic machine and does only one thing: free motion machine quilting. Rather than the quilter moving the machine, the quilter moves the quilt. I’m already used to moving the quilt when I quilt on the Janome, so quilting on the Bernina Q20 came really easily. Interestingly, one of the women working at the quilt store sat down and tried it after I did. She has a longarm frame and she had a lot of trouble quilting on the Q20 precisely because she’s used to moving the machine, not the quilt. You get used to different movements.

The decision now is the Q16 or the Q20. One of the limitations of my Janome is the throat size, or space to the right of the needle. My Janome has approximately 8” of throat space. Quilting anything larger than a twin size quilt gets to be a wrestling match because the excess quilt has to be folded up into that space. The Q16 has 16 inches of throat space—about double the Janome—and the Q20 has 20”. I think I’d be perfectly happy with the Q16, and it’s is (obviously) less expensive than the Q20. The only reason to get the Q20 would be because it could be upgraded to a frame system in the future. The husband says to make sure I don’t buy something I’ll outgrow too quickly. And I could certainly do some custom quilting for other people if I were so inclined.

I am still thinking on this. I have the cash available and could get either one. I also don’t know how long it would take for the store to get the machine after I order it. Input is welcome, if anyone reading has experience with these machines.

Frankenpatterning

I don’t sew clothes for fashion reasons. (The chickens do not care what I am wearing as long as I have a can of scratch grains in my hand.) I sew clothes because I am sick and tired of the poor-quality, ill-fitting pieces that are offered in stores these days. Almost everything is too short. Or is full of spandex that stretches out of shape. Or falls apart after one wash.

I could go on, but you get the picture.

I’ve stubbornly held on to a couple of pieces of clothing that fit me well, intending to recreate them at some point. Several of them are Liz Claiborne tops; of all the ready-to-wear labels, I have the best chance of finding clothes I like that fit well in that line, although the quality has deteriorated significantly in the past decade (thank you, JC Penney).

One of my favorite Liz tops is a black-and-white striped tunic with a plain round neckline. It widens slightly below the bust. I wear it a lot because it’s so comfortable and fits so well. The fabric is a rayon/spandex of a good weight—not too light, not too heavy. It’s been at the top of the list to duplicate. I wore it the other day and found myself wishing for a similar top, but with a turtleneck. It’s winter here in Montana, you know. The neckline on the Liz top is too low for a turtleneck. It might be okay for a cowl neck, but I knew that if I traced the top to make a pattern from it, the neckline was going to require some adjustment to accommodate a turtleneck.

I went in search of a turtleneck pattern. The Hepburn Turtleneck from Itch to Stitch seemed a likely candidate, so I bought the pattern and took the file with me on a thumb drive to town on Thursday. The blueprint place where the husband gets construction plans done printed it for me on their large-format printer for a whopping $4.00.

Step 1 was tracing the Hepburn Turtleneck pattern in my size. The actual turtleneck pattern piece is just a rectangle, but I needed to see and understand the front and back neck shaping.

Step 2 was tracing the Liz top. That was a bit trickier because it’s an actual piece of clothing, but I was able to get a good outline of the pieces.

Step 3 was to lay the two front pattern pieces out on top of each other and see where I needed to make adjustments. The Hepburn turtleneck is much more fitted and has a tighter armhole opening. I kept the armhole shaping for the Liz top, but moved the pieces around and drew in lines where I thought they should go. I ended up raising and closing the front neck opening by about 2”.

[I wish I had thought to take pictures of this whole process, but I was concentrating on what I was doing. I probably will use this same method on some other tops, though, and I’ll try to remember to document what I do.]

The sleeve was the trickiest part. The sleeve cap and sleeve on the Itch to Stitch pattern is shaped, which is something I’ve only seen on patterns for wovens.

The armscye on the front is correspondingly shaped differently than the back, to accommodate the difference in cap shaping. Knit fabric has enough give that most designers—knitting and sewing, both—draft a sleeve in which one half is a mirror image of the other half. I could have taken the easy route and simplified the sleeve shaping, but I was curious to see how it fit, so I approximated it as best I could for the lower and shallower armscye on the Liz top, giving bountiful thanks for years of knitwear design where I had to calculate sleeve cap shaping. This was new, but not wholly unfamiliar, territory.

Once I had a pattern I thought I would work, I cut the fabric—a rayon/spandex from Joanns—and started sewing. I’ve got my knits serger dialed in with settings that work nicely for this kind of fabric. (I have a knits serger and a wovens serger so I don’t have to keep changing needles and thread.) The pieces went together perfectly. I even serged clear elastic into the shoulder seams to stabilize them. Boo-yah.

The moment of truth?—I put the top on and didn’t want to take it off, which says to me that it was a success. I got a better picture on my dress form:

This is exactly what I was envisioning. (I am especially happy that I was able to avoid having flowers end up in awkward places on my chest.)

And now for the post-mortem:

• The fabric was lovely to work with. When I bought it, even the lady at the cutting table at Joanns remarked on how nice it felt. This seems to be an improvement over some of the knits they’ve offered in past seasons. It feels almost like peachskin.

• When sergers behave, they are a joy. Two shoulder seams (with elastic!), two side/sleeve seams, a turtleneck and boom!—the top is put together.

• I am getting better at coverstitching hems. If my serged seams got an A on this project, the hems got a B-. Coverstitch machines are fairly new to home sewing. I’ve got one of the earlier Janome 1000CPX machines, a generation which seems to have suffered from severe quality control issues. I followed the tips from a Facebook coverstitch group and opened the machine, raised the feed dogs, and oiled it thoroughly. Ever since then, it’s worked much better. I just need more practice with it.

• I think that turtleneck pattern piece needs some shaping, or needs to be shorter. It ends up pushing the neckline down in the front when I am wearing it. The cowl tops I’ve made all have shaped cowl pieces. I will have to research that a bit more. The turtleneck feels nice and cozy, though.

• The shaped sleeve caps/armscyes do make a difference. It’s subtle, but when I put the top on, it settles onto my body and doesn’t slide around like other tops tend to do. The front also has a slightly longer and curved hem compared to the back, which helps it avoid looking shorter than the back.

I’m going to retrace this pattern, incorporating some refinements, and then add it to my stack of “tried and true” patterns. The 5 Out of 4 Nancy Raglan is another tried and true pattern—I can cut that one out and make it and know that it’s going to fit well. I’ve discovered, though, that I prefer the Nancy Raglan in French terry or sweatshirt knits. I don’t like it as well in slinkier knits.

This truly was an accomplishment for someone with my lousy spatial perception skills. I actually managed to draft my own pattern. What’s more, it fits. I’ve got a stack of knit fabric and now I have confidence that I can turn that fabric into some great additions to my wardrobe. I spent most of yesterday on this project, but more than half of that was on drafting. This top could be put together, start to finish, in just a couple of hours.

I told the husband that I’m seriously considering jeans next. Joanna Lundstrom, who wrote a great coverstitch machine guide, just published a book on making jeans. I’d be thrilled to have four or five pairs of high-waisted, 100% cotton, boot cut jeans. We’ll see.

Oops, I Did it Again

I made Yet Another Candy Coated Quilt, or at least most of one:

This is what happens when I get into cleanup mode in the sewing room. I started putting together the rows I’d made and realized I was close to a finished top, so I kept going. I’ve got another hour or two of work left.

I also matched up the stack of quilt tops with backings. Some day when I have nothing else on the schedule, I’ll pin baste each of them with batting and roll them up to be quilted. I’ve got four of them ready to go—five, if I add in this Candy Coated. I am not counting the Noon and Night quilt, because we’re going to do that one on Tera’s longarm.

I am still kicking around the idea of getting a sitdown longarm machine. I don’t want to devote the space required to a frame system. As I said to the husband, though, every time I clear one bottleneck, another one appears. I bought a Studio die cutter so I could cut fabric faster, but now I make more quilt tops. More quilt tops means I need a way to quilt them faster.

He nodded and said, “Yes, that’s how it goes.” (He is no help at all.)

I am going to go talk to the owner of one of the quilt stores next week and see what my options are. The quilt store in Spokane where we took the collage class sells Juki machines. I love my Juki sergers, but with these indefinite lockdowns, I am reluctant to buy a machine there in case I need service on it. I won’t use the Juki dealer here. Right now, the HandiQuilter Sweet Sixteen looks like the best choice, but I am still researching.

Now that the sewing area is cleaned up, I can make a priority list of projects without getting distracted—in theory, anyway.

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I canned the rest of the beef broth the other day, for a total of 23 quarts. The canning supplies will go back into storage now, only to be brought out if we run out of canned beans. Everything else is done.

I am still waiting for the rest of my lettuce-growing supplies to arrive. I have the net pots and the lights, but not the totes. We continue to have issues with our mail delivery here, and I may have to pick up the box of totes at the post office. I wish Amazon would just ship via UPS or FedEx. They are far more reliable.

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I was a participant in a very interesting chat Thursday morning in one of the liberty-leaning groups I belong to. The topic was politics and religion—a third rail if ever there was one—but it went on for over an hour, and afterward, everyone agreed that it had been enlightening and enjoyable. People shared a wide variety of opinions. No one got offended or started slinging insults or calling names. I find it sad that a discussion like that is so rare nowadays that it requires me to remark on it. I also think that those are the only kinds of groups left where civil discussion can take place, because they hold as a fundamental principle, “Don’t tell other people what to do or how to live their lives.” Telling other people what to do or how to live their lives seems to have become the favorite pastime of many Americans these days.

I’ve decided that I am a digital extrovert, which is a new term I have come up with for myself. I am fairly introverted. Being around people in real life is terribly draining for me. However, I do tend to interact quite a bit with others online. I think the difference is that online, I can get up and walk away when I have had enough. Being without the internet for a few days was hard for me because I was missing those online interactions. And I have some really interesting online friends.

Noon and Night Makes an Appearance

I’ve reached that point in the season where I begin panicking because I realize it’s time to make Christmas presents. I’d prefer to start panicking, say, in August, but that’s usually right smack in the middle of canning season. Part of the issue is my desire to gift handmade items. The number of people on my list divided by hours in the day is a math problem with no solution. (I do have some breathing room this year because some people are getting wedding prints and albums.) Still, Thanksgiving is only a week away and Christmas rushes up right after that. I need to look at and rearrange the sewing to-do list this weekend.

The apron order is done. The Noon and Night quilt has been sashed and bordered. This is how it looked before I put the borders on:

I am quite tickled with it. I like the size, I like the overall look, and now I can move forward with writing the rest of the pattern.

I also need to address the backing fabric and batting. Tera and I talked about doing a combo of two different kinds of batts to help make the stitching pop. I have a black batt that will be placed just underneath the front. If I used a white batt there, I’d run the risk of “bearding,” or having the white fibers come through the stitching and show. That won’t be an issue on the backing, though, and I can have a second, white batt of either wool or polyester against that fabric.

I’ve had an ongoing issue with storing cones of thread. I prefer to keep my thread in boxes because the house gets so dusty. About a year ago, I picked up some great plastic storage bins at Hobby Lobby that were perfect for my serger and quilting thread cones. When the pandemic hit, they disappeared and I haven’t seen them since, despite checking at every Hobby Lobby between here and Seattle. The regular thread storage containers are back in stock. I finally broke down and bought a couple of these ArtBin boxes (6990SO):

and paired them with these inserts (6901AB):

I’m using the ArtBin boxes to hold my quilting thread and the Hobby Lobby ones for my serger thread. The ArtBin ones are much bigger, although they have handles and the Hobby Lobby ones don’t.

It’s time to start cutting out some tops, too. I want to get all the cutting done at once so I can assembly line pieces through the serger and the coverstitch without having to change threads too many times. I don’t care if my thread matches the fabric exactly, but it has to be reasonably close.

Accuquilt released a new die this week. It is so cute!

I have no idea what I would do with it, other than to appliqué gnomes all over everything.

I’ve got one more batch of beef stock to run through the canner, and I still need to defrost the freezer in the old garage. I’m almost done with one prayer shawl—it will need fringed—and have knitted a third of another one. At some point, I’ll get back to embroidering squash.

Sale-ing Through Town

My first stop in town yesterday was at Joann Fabrics. I got there about 15 minutes after they opened. I get an e-mail every morning that tells me what is on sale at the store. They sometimes do “flash sales” where they offer one-day doorbuster specials, so it behooves me to keep an eye on those e-mails. On Sunday, all of their knit fabrics were 60% off. However, I did not want to make a special trip to town just to buy knit fabric. I need to sew up the pile I’ve already got. I do need about a yard, though, of some knit fabric with pink in it for the lining of a cowl on one of the tops I want to make, and the remnant rack hasn’t yielded up anything suitable.

When I got there yesterday morning, I wandered over to the knit fabric section to see what the price had gone back to, and noticed that the doorbuster sign advertising 60% off was still up. (I check the date at the bottom of the sign to see when the sale price expires.) One of the employees I know fairly well was at the cutting table, so I walked over and asked her if she knew that the sign was still up. She went over and looked, then came back and said, “For you, I will honor the 60% off price.” I hadn’t really intended to buy anything—I just wanted to let her know the sign was still up—but I went ahead and got the chunk of cowl lining I needed because she had been nice enough to offer.

Then I went over to the aisle of sewing notions to see about getting another stretch belt. There was a sign saying that all the sewing notions were 50% off, so I picked up a pack of machine embroidery needles, too. They run about $13 a pack and I need some to finish the collage wallhanging. As the young woman at the register was ringing up my items, she asked if I had any coupons. “I don’t think my coupons will work because everything is on sale,” I said. “No,” she replied, “the sewing notions aren’t on sale.” “Hmmm,” I said, “there is a sign on that aisle that says 50% off sewing notions.”

The poor young woman was a bit flustered by this news and got on her little radio to ask if anyone knew if the sewing notions were on sale or not. After a moment, I heard the store manager saying, “Go ahead and honor the sale price. We forgot to take the sign down.”

I know it’s a lot of extra work for the employees to have to hunt down all the one-day sale signs and take them down. I truly didn’t go in there to cause trouble. It’s probably a good thing I am in there so much and they know me well. The husband doubts they make any money on me, though.

I also did a big Costco run—hopefully the last one of 2020. The store was very busy, as was Hobby Lobby, because I think everyone has started stocking up for the holidays—and more possible closures.

I picked up a bottle of this as a treat for the husband:

It’s a limited edition beer from Big Sky Brewing in Missoula. Costco now has a special section of by-the-bottle craft beers. He really likes dark beers, but the selection around here is heavy on IPAs, so when I see dark beers, I tend to pick them up.

I also made a visit to one of the clothing stores downtown. My friend Twila works there, as does the young woman who made the cake for DD#1’s wedding. I was hoping to see both of them and I was in luck. I haven’t seen Twila in months, so it was good to check in with her and catch up. And I told Briza how much we enjoyed her cake at the wedding.

When I got home, I ran 12 quarts of beef stock through the canner (it’s yummy):

I say a prayer of blessing on Margaret every time I get out one of the boxes of canning jars she bequeathed to me. The rest of the beef bones are cooking down into another batch of stock, probably another dozen jars or so. No, I don’t strain my stock. It doesn’t matter once it’s in the soup.

My Kratky lettuce-growing supplies are starting to arrive. These are the net pots:

The idea is that these pots are suspended in a nutrient-rich solution under lights and grow without soil. I am starting small on one shelf of a wire shelving unit in the basement. If this system works, I’ll expand it and move it out to the old garage.

Mid-November Monday

With that big roll of insulating shade fabric out of the way, other projects are moving ahead. I worked on the custom apron order on Saturday, although I still have to make and attach the pocket. I serged the edges, then sewed and topstitched the pieces together on the Janome. This will be a sturdy apron that won’t ravel or come apart in the wash.

I also set up the Studio cutter to deal with scraps. I don’t like it when the scraps start to pile up. I’d much rather have a neat pile of ready-to-sew units than bags full of oddly-shaped leftovers. Our church sewing group isn’t meeting right now, so we haven’t been making tied comforters, but I plan to continue sewing tops together anyway. Maybe some of us can get together and tie a few. We had that comforter-tying party last January and that was so much fun. How long ago—and a world away—that seems now.

Speaking of scraps, I dumped all of my white/cream strings out on the bed to start sorting and sewing them into Yet Another Candy Coated quilt (probably #6 or #7 by now).

This was yesterday afternoon’s project, mostly because my brain needed a break. Sewing strips together doesn’t require a lot of mental energy. I didn’t think I had enough white/cream scraps for an entire quilt, but I was able to make all but four of the rows I need. And two scrap bags are now empty. Yay.

I’m not sure who will get this one when it’s done—white quilts are terribly impractical—but someone may want a quilt for a spare bed that doesn’t get a lot of use.

[I was sewing strips on Vittorio, my beloved Necchi BF, when all of a sudden, the belt broke and flew past my head. I am not a purist; I use stretch rubber belts on that machine because they are far easier to find than precise lengths of cogged or V-belts. Unfortunately, in a place where the humidity averages around 22%, they also dry out and crack. I get about 4-5 months of use out of each belt, so I keep several of the stretch Singer ones on hand. I scrounged one up and put it on the machine and I was back in business.]

This week’s priority sewing project will be finishing the Noon and Night quilt top. The rows are done; I just need to cut the sashing strips, sew the rows together, and put on the border.

Also on my to-do list this week is cleaning out and defrosting the big pork freezer in the old garage. I have to move what’s left in there to the small chest freezer before I can do that. The small chest freezer had a huge bag of beef bones in it. Those were roasted and cooked down into stock over the weekend (it smells heavenly), to be canned today.

My Kratky supplies should arrive this week, too. I'd like to have that set up by next weekend.

Those are my plans for the week. We’ll see what the universe thinks.

Presents!

What could be inside this lovely box?

Why yes, it’s the Alaska quilt kit!

Such pretty packaging. I am going to tuck this away until after the holidays so I am not tempted.

Tera makes a lot of her projects from kits. After last weekend, I certainly see the appeal of that approach over mine, which can best be described as “flying by the seat of my pants.” How do you all feel about kits?

I finished the insulated shades yesterday. Now that roll of shade material is on the windows instead of taking up valuable sewing real estate. I still need one shade for our bathroom window—two, if I also decide to put one on my office window. I am inclined not to, as I use that window to monitor what is happening on the road in front of our house. (People driving by slowly, broken-down snowmobiles, befuddled UPS drivers, etc.) In any case, I’ll need to buy more shade material and cover fabric, but I am waiting for another Joann’s sale.

I also ordered a birthday present for myself (I turn 55 in 10 days). Accuquilt was having a 50% off Studio dies sale, so I bought myself another strip die—the 3” one—because my scrap bag is overflowing again and I will need to do a round of cutting here shortly. I also bought the Bear Paw 14” block die and the equilateral triangle die. I am going to set up either my handcrank Singer 66 (her name is Jane) or my small treadle machine in the living room and bring down a batch of scrap quilt pieces to work on.

I might buy myself a few others things before the month is over.

I went to Harbor Freight the other day to get some 48” aluminum yardsticks. The husband wanted a couple and I needed one, so I popped in on my way to Hobby Lobby. I told him later that every single man in that store gave me the side eye while I was shopping, like they couldn’t believe a woman would be in there. It was very weird. I try not to do that to the men I see in Joann Fabrics. They are probably uncomfortable enough being in there without me looking at them strangely.

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This is terrible on so many levels, but a deranged 50 year-old man drove through the Super 1 grocery store in Columbia Falls (just north of us, near Glacier Park) the other night. A few people managed to get it on video. I am sure it will come up in a Google search if you are inclined to look. He actually went in through the front doors, drove up the cereal aisle, turned around, and drove back out. Amazingly, no one was hurt or killed.

I ordered all my lettuce-growing supplies yesterday. I was going to try to source them in town, but after going to two stores and striking out, I defaulted to Amazon. The husband needed a small shovel and Home Depot was out of those, too.

It snowed all day yesterday, as I thought it might when I saw the storm system moving through the Cascades. More is expected today. My in-laws were here for Christmas in 1996—the winter of the big snow—and my MIL said it was like being in a snow globe. That’s how I am starting to think of this winter, too. Every time it stops snowing, someone shakes the snow globe and it starts up again. The chickens are stuck in the coop, The door to the chicken yard is open, and they will stand out there in a pouring rainstorm, but they hate walking around in snow. (Sometimes the husband takes pity on them and shovels the snow out of the chicken yard.) I fear it is going to be a long winter for them. I might buy some cabbages and hang them from strings so they have something to do besides peck at each other.

The Big Bright Spot of 2020

For all that most of 2020 has been a dumpster fire, this year also brought us the gift of a bigger family. DD#1 and her fiancé tied the knot on October 15, 2020, in a beautiful ceremony attended by two dozen friends and loved ones. (All photos very professionally done by the team at Lovelight Photography, who captured the joy and beauty of the day far beyond my expectations.)

The husband gets credit for suggesting the venue—Snowline Acres—as he had done some concrete work for Tom and Kristen, the owners. This is actually the old Kalispell Lumber building. Tom and Kristen bought the building, dismantled it, moved it to their property, and rebuilt it as this stunning wedding venue.

The wedding party was small. DD#2 served as maid of honor and DSIL’s older brother as best man. These are our girls:

And the happy couple, whose sheer joy at being together radiated throughout the whole evening:

The photographer and her assistant moved through the ceremony and reception without us even being aware that they were there. I was so much in the moment that it has been fun to relive the evening through the gallery of photos. The candids are especially entertaining. At one point, the photographer asked the husband and me to “gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes,” and I knew exactly how that was going to end. Of the many things I love about the husband, he has an uncanny ability to make me laugh at the most inopportune times:

But this is all of us now, a bigger, even more wonderful family because these two kids fell in love and got married:

I am going to be ordering lots of prints. We haven’t had family together like this for a long time and I want to be surrounded by all these great memories. I wish my MIL had been able to be there. She would have enjoyed seeing her eldest grandchild so happy.

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I am hoping to get back into a routine today. It’s a bit disconcerting to realize how dependent we are on having stable internet service. If the power goes out, at least we have a generator. If internet goes out, we’re adrift and at the mercy of CenturyLink.

On Again, Off Again

I’ve been looking at this for two days now (it’s Thursday afternoon and this red light is finally green again):

People like to talk about how much time gets wasted on the internet—how much more productive we could be without it—but I’ve just been through 48 solid hours of Not Getting Anything Accomplished. It wasn’t even about not being able to get dopamine hits from social media, which I think I can live without. It was about not being able to conduct business, check bank accounts, make UPS labels for Amazon shipments, and shop for the supplies for my lettuce-growing system. If I were still transcribing, I would have lost two days of work. We had internet for about an hour yesterday before it went out again.

[We do have a robust data plan, but reception on our cell phones here is spotty. If I want to surf the internet on my phone or tablet, I have to go stand in the middle of the garden. I didn’t need to check Twitter badly enough to break trail through 10” of fresh powder.]

I wish that CenturyLink would have put the service box somewhere other than on a corner that people routinely miss when the road is icy. That box has been hit repeatedly.

I did get a few things done. I made three more insulated shades—two for DD#2’s bedroom and one for the laundry room. The shades went to the top of the queue mostly because the roll of shade material was taking up a lot of space in my sewing area and I didn’t want to have to work around it. The most time-consuming part is cutting up the roll into appropriately-sized shades. The sewing doesn’t take very long as it’s just two side seams and a top and bottom hem. I’m going to try to get the two done for DD#1’s room and the one done for our bedroom this afternoon and then I can cross those off and move on to the apron order.

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Yesterday morning’s blog post was going to be about taking the pigs to the processor, but the post I wrote went into the ether and I don’t feel like trying to re-create it. Suffice it to say that it snowed Tuesday morning. A lot. Enough that what is normally a two-hour trip stretched out an additional 45 minutes. I rode along pretending that I was in Quaker meeting because the husband did not need me chattering at him like a magpie while he was trying to pull a 24’ stock trailer containing 1800 pounds of pigs on icy roads. Thankfully, he had just had a new set of snow tires put on that truck last week.

The processor said our pigs looked healthy and well fed. He told the husband while they were unloading them that quite a few animals have come in recently that were underweight. We’re not expert farmers by any stretch of the imagination, but we make an effort to give our livestock a good home and a good life, and it was nice to receive affirmation that we’re doing it right.

We’ll make a return trip in a couple of weeks to pick up the orders and deliver them to our customers.

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When we were shopping with DSIL’s mother last week, I found a wind chime to add to my collection:

I like it because it’s kind of odd.

In other news, the wedding pictures are back from the photographer (Lovelight Photography here in Kalispell) and they are stunning. I need a day or two to get organized about which ones I want to order and then I’ll post a couple of highlights here.

Disconnected

I will write about yesterday’s adventures in a bit—while we were hauling pigs to the processor, our neighbor texted me to ask if our internet was down. We have been without it for about twenty-four hours now. It just came back up, so I am catching up on comments.

Marshmallows for Livestock Management

We loaded pigs into the trailer yesterday afternoon. I wish I had thought to take a picture while we were out there, but I didn’t have my phone with me and we were on a mission. The husband backed the trailer up close to the gate to the pig pasture over the weekend. Because of the angle, he can’t get it right to the gate, so he puts up a chute system that funnels the pigs out of the pasture and into the trailer. They require some coaxing, however, as they know where the electric fence line is. Even when the fence is down and not active, they are reluctant to walk past it.

The first year we had pigs, it took us several hours—well after dark—to get the pigs into the trailer. We’ve gotten better since then. The husband stood inside the trailer with a loaf of bread. I was outside the trailer, next to the chute, making a trail of marshmallows for them to follow. Marshmallows are a treat. And once one pig discovers that the farmer is handing out treats, the other ones usually come over to see what’s going on.

The pigs have to step up to get into the trailer; the husband had put a pallet down as a step and coated it with sand for traction. As the pigs went into the trailer, he convinced them to stay there by throwing pieces of bread at them. At one point, we had five pigs in the trailer and one very recalcitrant pig lying in the pasture digging up grubs. I had to do some sweet talking with a lot of marshmallows to convince that one to get up while hoping the others wouldn’t decide to come back out. The husband had rigged up a pulley system for the door, so as soon as the last one went into the trailer, I pulled on the rope to close the door. He fastened it and then came out the man door at the front of the trailer.

The whole process took us about an hour. The pigs spent the night in the trailer. This morning, the husband will back the truck in, hook up the trailer, and we’ll make the almost two-hour trip to the processor to drop them off. It’s a solemn drive, but it’s also tinged with relief because it gets very difficult to manage six 300-pound pigs when it’s dark and cold and snowy out. The husband will have one less chore to do in the morning and evening now.

All of this year’s pork has been spoken for. I am hearing reports of processors being booked well into 2021, so while we’re up there, I think I’ll ask our processor to put us on the calendar for next fall.

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If you’re on Instagram, you may have noticed that they are blocking hashtags “to help prevent the spread of possible false information and harmful content related to the election.” Unfortunately, this means that I can’t use #squashsquad—which, by the way, has nothing to do with any election in any country anywhere—to get the instructions for the latest SqSq square. This frosts me on so many levels, the most galling of which is that I am tired of having my intelligence insulted. I do not need some entity “protecting” me from misinformation. I am perfectly capable of sifting through what’s out there and coming to my own conclusions.

Fortunately, the instructions are available on Sue Spargo’s Facebook page, but it took me a bit of time to figure that out. I wonder how she and other makers who rely on Instagram for their business marketing feel about this kind of censorship. (Let’s call a spade a spade.)

I am very tempted to delete my Facebook and IG accounts altogether, just on principle. I refuse to participate in this kind of nonsense. And before anyone tells me that I’ll be cutting off my nose to spite my face, I’d like to note that my pattern sales are back up at the same level they were before I left Ravelry, which proves that if people want your product, they’ll look for it.

I have more thoughts, but I don’t want to start a contentious argument in the comments section (and I’d appreciate it if everyone else refrains from doing so, as well). I don’t care who you support or what you believe. This kind of stuff should concern you.

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I’ve got a (mostly sewing) to-do list started for the rest of November:

• Apron order

• Finish the Noon and Night quilt and write up the pattern

• Insulated shades for the rest of the windows

• Slabtown Backpack

• A couple of knit hoodies/tops

• Get the Kratky lettuce growing system up and running

I also ordered this:

This is the Alaska quilt designed by Edyta Sitar. I am going to make it for DD#1 and her husband. I went ahead and ordered the kit—which I almost never do—because it contains all the pieces laser cut and ready to sew. I think this will be my January project. Edyta has a series of YouTube videos on making this quilt, and while it looks complicated, it’s really only four shapes and straight seams.

What I Did on My Fall Vacation

This past week was a gift to myself for having survived tourist season, canning season, and the run-up to the wedding. My friend Tera and I have been wanting to make Laura Heine collage quilts. The technique/pattern is ridiculously obfuscated, so we thought it might be better if we stumbled through it together. I found out that the small quilt store in Spokane was offering a weekend class, and because we also like to travel together, we arranged a girls’ weekend away.

As it turned out, I also needed to deliver the rest of DD#1’s belongings and wedding gifts to them. They are staying with DSIL’s parents on the Olympic peninsula while they wait for orders to come through for DSIL to report to the Coast Guard base in Ketichikan, where he will be the dentist. I left home last Monday morning with the BMW packed to the gills:

I powered through to Seattle, where I met DD#2 for dinner. Given the events of this past summer, the husband and I thought it was prudent for her to be out of the city during the election, so on Tuesday morning, she and I got on an early ferry for a quick trip over to the peninsula.

We arrived at DSIL’s parents’ house mid-morning.

I love visiting his parents. His mother is a fabulous cook and baker and staying with them is so relaxing. We got all of the kids’ stuff unloaded into their storage container on Tuesday afternoon. On Wednesday, we took a trip into town to so some shopping. Alas, the quilt store was closed because they were moving to a new space. We went to Joann Fabrics, though, where I found a unicorn. The customer who ordered the apron I’ve been working on originally chose a fabric that was no longer available from Joanns. I had made a shorter apron out of that fabric, but it was a remnant and I had no more left. When I checked Joann Fabrics’ online inventory system—which is, admittedly, less than accurate—it showed there was no more of that fabric to be had at any store between here and the west coast. The customer chose a different fabric, but just to be thorough, I checked for her original choice while we were in the store. It was there! The bolt had a few yards left, so I bought all of it. I’ll let the customer decide which fabric she wants, and if she goes with her alternate choice, I’ll use this for a quilt back.

DD#2 and I headed back to Seattle on Thursday morning. (DSIL’s parents made it clear to DD#2 that she is welcome there anytime, which is a great comfort to me.) She went home and I continued on to Spokane, where I got some dinner and checked into the hotel for the night.

Tera drove over from Kalispell on Friday morning. We met up and did some shopping at the quilt stores before stopping for lunch at Nordstrom and checking into the Airbnb. Our quilt class at Regal Fabrics and Gifts had a Friday session from 4-6 pm. There were only seven of us in the class, mostly due to space constraints and social distancing requirements. Irene, the owner, has a lot packed into the space she’s got. She would love to expand, but rent in that area is on the high end.

This is the second class I’ve taken at Irene’s store. Both have been excellent. The teacher for this class was a former middle-school math teacher. She knew how to pace the class and present information. She explained the technique and set us the goal of getting our collage background done during Friday’s class session. Tera had bought a kit for her collage, so all her fabric pieces were the same size:

My background was a bit less coherent. Originally, I had planned to do one piece of background fabric—a Tim Holtz print, which is pretty busy on its own—but the teacher suggested I do several different background fabrics. I am still struggling with that design decision, as my background ended up much busier than I thought it should be. A collage should have a lot of visual interest, yes, but it shouldn’t be unintelligible, and I included one fabric that is shouting over the others, as you’ll see in a moment.

We got started bright and early Saturday morning. The large focal point of the collage is built on a Teflon sheet and then adhered to the background with Steam-A-Seam. My collage picture is of a tomato pincushion:

I chose this pattern because it looked like one of the easier ones, and it was. Tera had a lot of intricate cutting to do on her octopus and hers took longer.

After placing the large motif on the background, we filled in with little bits and pieces here and there. I got to use several of the sewing-themed fabrics from my stash.

Once all the bits and bobs are in place, the whole thing is pressed with the steam iron to set it in place:

Mine still looks like it’s missing a few things because I plan to add some surface embellishments with hand and machine embroidery. Once that’s done, the piece is layered with batting and backing and quilted.

This was Tera’s octopus after the main motif was placed but before she added the extra bits:

I was happy that we were able to learn the basics of the technique in the class, although I would do a few things differently next time. Getting a kit is not a bad idea. I should have brought a different selection of fabrics with me. Without knowing exactly what I was going to need, though, I had to guess. We were able to buy stuff in the store, but I have enough fabric in my stash without adding more just for a few pieces on my collage. And I would definitely do a much less complicated background next time.

I do want to finish this piece. I also have the large wallhanging pattern for the sewing machine and the rooster. I’d like to do the rooster wallhanging for sure. I want the rooster collage to have the same colors as my junior rooster, Dave, so I need to get a good picture of him. This is the kind of project that needs a dedicated space. I’ll probably set up a table, lay out the collage, and build it over a period of a couple of weeks.

Tera finished her octopus in Sunday morning’s class session. I worked on a prayer shawl, as I had gotten my collage done by the end of Saturday’s class. We left at noon with a bit of trepidation as it was snowing and we weren’t sure what we would be heading into. The highway was bare and dry from Spokane to Lookout Pass. The Montana side of the pass to the rest of the way home, however, was a mess. Tera and I both have a lot of winter driving experience, and I only rarely encounter what I consider white-knuckle driving anymore. This wasn’t terrifying. It was just more of a slow grind, having to travel 35 mph in what are normally 70 mph zones. We made it, though, and the husband had dinner waiting for me.

Now I play catch up. The pigs are going to the processor tomorrow, so we also have to get them into the trailer some time today.