I'm at the mid - its all shit - stage.

I'm to collect my first ever pair of varifocal specs today. I suspect that, able to see the world clearly in quite a while, it'll look even worse. But I've come too far now to make anything other than superficial changes, so I'd just better get on with it... a metaphor for my life, as much as my sewing, I reckon.


I'm satisfied with the almost completed mermaid and galleon, and owl and moose [mooses? meese?]. But as you can see, I made a major fuck up requiring the base fabric to be cut away so that the galleon and owl scenes are awkward, bulky appliques. I can hopefully loose the edges in the ditch when I quilt, or maybe I'll come up with a better way of dealing with the mess when I have some distance from it.




And speaking of distance, I'm off on Sunday for a week in Cromer, Norfolk, with my mother [holds breath, crosses anything crossable]. Actually, she's remarkably fit for 82. Its all in the posture, I observe - standing straight takes years off.

I've decided not to take any sewing - my confidence wouldn't survive the withering appraisal of my paltry skills. I've had my eye on the Rowan Tapestry knitting yarn for quite a while, so what better excuse [and excuse is needed, because the yarn is uncomfortably expensive] to knit something new - pics to follow.