The windows are all washed! It was a beautiful day yesterday..warm..almost 50 degrees. I helped Far Guy haul and stack some wood and then he helped me wash the windows. Teamwork.
Slowly I am getting some Fall housecleaning done and some projects completed. I had to sneak in a few hours working for the museum this week, updating a phone and email list and sending out the invitations for the Christmas Party. I also had a meeting..brainstorming fundraisers..which ones are worth a try..and which ones we should pass on.
The Christmas Ornament carving project is coming along. Not as fast as I would like but we still have time. This project is not only hand carved but painted too. I am an idiot.
My cousins and I are doing another quilt to keep on hand just incase. We are supposed to cut strips of fabric in 2 1/2 inch strips, I washed the material and will attempt to cut some strips one of these days. (It involves measuring and cutting straight..both things that challenge me.) We are all donating fabric and will put all the strips in a bag and the gals that sew will just grab them out of a bag and sew them together..it will be what it will be. I did not make a dent in my fabric stash..and I don’t even sew anymore. The day we work on the quilt I will be a presser..my Aunt Anna will tell me exactly how to do it.
Which reminds me..I recently cleaned out the furnace/laundry room. The ironing board was all dusty. I grabbed it out of its hiding place and dust rabbits flew all over. I had to vacuum it off before wiping it down. I had to do the same thing with the iron. Far Guy said “Maybe you should just toss it away?” I said “Well it was a wedding gift.” He said “Really? Who gave it to us?” I have no idea..I could look it up. The last time it was used..his sister drug it out..about five years ago.
I hate ironing..I used to do all Far Guys heavily starched military uniforms. The Shelties hated the sound the metal sliding thingamabob on the ironing board would make when the ironing board was set up or taken down. I could almost hear them barking… Chance doesn’t bark.. he rarely barks. He whines sometimes..but he is really silent compared to the Shelties. They hated the vacuum cleaner too..they would bark and snap at it.. Funny what the sound of a thingamabob sliding on a 42 year old ironing board will remind you of.
Todays pretty picture.
Chance in the daisy’s last June :)