windows

Two weeks ago I removed the window screens for the winter.  They have been sitting there staring at me ever since.  I like to take Sunday to do the crappy housework house blessing jobs, so yesterday I washed 14 screens.  Then I washed 11 of the windows to remove the dirt and mould.  By then I figured I might as well wash the dog, too.  Now I know why mom wanted me to marry a RICH man.  sigh.

Ain't she cute?  Her tail won't stop wagging long enough to get a good picture, but that is O.K. by me.

I used every ratty garbage towel in the house by the end of my little cleaning tirade (those towels that are not fit for public viewing, but you keep for dog paws and such?).  After three hours of scrubbing and wiping and toothbrushing out the little crevasses of the windows, my recently-healed wrist actually HURT.  I think that is the first time I've really noticed it, outside of when I'm trying to do a plank exercise.  The darned thing hurt for the rest of the night too, so I had to watch the one-kleenex rated Hallmark movie with two glasses of red wine.  Self-medicating, ya know?  Since I got so much exercise up and down the ladder, scrubbing, etc, etc, I decided I could have a bowl of potato chips too.  Don't want to get too skinny for my pants, heh, heh, heh.

Anyhow... after the house blessing, I loaded up a few Kate Bush cds and turned on Floyd.

This is a beautiful, scrappy, HAND PIECED top.

OMG.  Look at the stitching.  Can you say "perfect piecing" ?  I spent a few hours doing the stitch-in-the-ditch work.  Today I'll finish up the s.i.d. and start the borders and stars.