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I made a dress last week. I don't know if I want to wear it. Or even if I'll get the chance. It's this one.






It's comfortable. We just don't go places to wear it. It's casual enough but at the same time it's too dressy. I think I'll call it "Conundrum". I make clothes for the life I wish I lived rather than the one I do. I was originally going to make the tunic, remember? I still have enough left to make the shorter tunic.

I finished the Irish Hiking scarf.



As with most scarves, I reached a point where it seemed as if it would never end. I tried cabling without a needle on part of this. I'm not sure I like it well enough to do it all the time, but it's nice having it in my repertoire. I'm still working on the scarf for my friend, but it's not take-along knitting. I'm using size 19 needles and they get caught on everything! Unfortunately, I don't sit enough at home to get it done.

For take along knitting, I'm working on a couple of baby sweaters for a couple at church, who are expecting their first child. They are such a sweet couple. I may have a shower for them as well.

The bathroom is finally complete. The tub apparently came from Siberia. Once it arrived the contractor finished in two weeks. I absolutely love it. There was only 1 small hiccup. I selected the wrong color paint and he had to repaint. Didn't even complain. I actually kept the house looking as if real people actually live here. I like it this way. DH had better watch out!

I realized something recently. I've known for a while that I tend to be a "black and white" person. I hadn't realized that that rigidness carried over into my sewing. I've got a skirt pattern that I can work with, a darn good pants pattern. I could have been sewing pants and skirts all summer and picking up tops and twin sets. But I didn't, I obsessed on the fact that I can't get that dress to fit and used it as a reason not to do anything else. I have no more excuses for not sewing. I have a heck of a commute, so do lots of others. My kids are gone, DH can be pretty self-sufficient. Maybe now that I've realized it, I can get past it.

August was rough. Friends of ours 25 year old daughter died. She was a college graduate, professional musician, and a middle school music teacher; just a good kid. No drugs or alcohol, no life threatening disease. Just a dumb, stupid accident. She fell and hit the back of her head. Her father was maybe 10 feet from her. There was nothing he could have done. They are just devastated. Hug your kids and tell them you love them every chance you get.

TTYL,

Melodye