Work table (and life) nonsense

Clockwise from bottom left corner: jewel stars for Alexandria, hexagon blogs for Alexandria, hearts for Mr. Carter quilt.

Um, hard to pin down on all aspects of the corporeal plane....

Coming home, whether from a brief holiday or lengthy vacation, means reassessing. And laundry, but that's already underway. While I did the unpacking yesterday, much remains to sort, like all that English paper piecing pictured above, ahem. And books.... Oh my goodness frickin' gracious! I have about as many book notions stirring as EPP projects, oh and don't forget the quilt WIP on the design wall or Kawandi stitching I want to dive into as soon as one single free moment emerges.

But, what do I turn to first? This blog, lol. Why? Because I'm waiting to start another load of clothes. And this is singular and easy to complete. And I love blogging, been doing it for nearly twenty years, although not at this site, hehehe. Blogging helps me think. Or I think it does, hah. It certainly helps my PMA, which is required in the TRUCKLOADS right now, 'nuff said. Or I could say more, like if you are an American, please consider calling your senators and congressfolk to give them your feelings about the recent attempt at a Federal funding freeze. Effing SOB president.

Anyway.... Just a few tidbits I want to highlight, one being I gave the granddaughters haircuts last weekend, and both were THRILLED with the results. Eldest wanted her long tresses altered, now she has a just above the shoulder bob that angles toward her face. Youngest requested a fringe (bangs), and looks so dang adorable! She also had a necessary trim to just past her shoulder blades. Yes, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I was a hair stylist.

The other exciting bit to feature is now that Splitting the Sky has been released into various online retailers, I have added it to my Books To Read page, which now includes a link to my Bluesky account! Previously only the heavy hitters on social media were available to link to, but D2D has expanded that list, so now I can proudly sport two sites on my page. Yes, it's subtle. That's my way. Lol.

Not so silent are all the sewing projects I want to dabble in, or the books.... I had assumed that in coming home, I'd dive into writing. Uh-huh. Maybe not today. Or tomorrow. Or this weekend. Like wishing to inundate myself with Kawandi, a new-to-me form of hand-quilting an entire quilt. I was twitching inwardly all weekend after coming across a sample of it, but it's nearly ten thirty a.m. now, and there are jewel papers basted with dark fabrics I need to stitch together while the natural light is good, laundry to check, the bed to make.... Stuff interrupts the creative work flow, and while I am INDEED GRATEFUL for the crafty impetus, there's nothing I do to circumvent what needs to happen first. Um, like this post.

This is writing, maybe not the writing I long to achieve, yet for years I have blogged here, there, and way over yonder. A few are gone, hopefully tucked onto a hard or flash drive. One remains for family. This site emerged nearly three years ago when I decided I was going to again kinda-sorta take seriously this writing gig. Mom's death derailed the previous WordPress address, so back to Blogger I went, and here I remain. It's free, easy enough for me to navigate, and scratches whatever makes me want to blah blah blah whenever the mood strikes. It's become slightly more political, which probably won't alter until America's leader does. Or maybe for the rest of my blogging life I'll interject bits of my take on society's governmental schemes. Yet it will focus on books and quilts, sidebars to Future and Past Me, nuggets about the family, some about my faith. Right now my faith is holding me aright when so much seems absolutely screwed. I've called my congressman, both senators, speaking with one's aide, not getting through to the other's office, his mailbox full. I'll try again when I'm done here, just for grins. I'm thankful to be in a blue state, although my mood would be better served within a red state to let those politicians know that helping people is FAR BETTER than hurting them.

Okay, off my high horse before I tumble and break a hip. I'm inching toward fifty-nine, or I'm entering the last quarter of fifty-eight. Two times twenty-nine has been one hell of a year, what with finding myself releasing a slew of stories, happily engaging in brief quips upon Bluesky, more EPP than I know what to do with, as well as Kawandi, which I really hope to enjoy. Because in sewing three rows with my machine, my ears are crying UNCLE, and perhaps my days with a beloved sewing machine will dwindle. As long as my right arm holds out, that is.

With all that, I just heard the washer's chime. Or the dryer. Either way, time to investigate. Which I hope you'll feel inclined to do with some other level of my crafty life. And if you continue enjoying this blog, thanks from the bottom of my authorial blah blah blah heart!