Watercolors & Downsizing Fabric

There is, somewhere in my memory's forgot it space, a blog post in the brain storming stage that these two photos are meant to illustrate. Instead, I'll tell the story of that painting.

The small watercolor sketch is of a place that doesn't have good memories. I was very ill at the time. Looking out the window for hours was a height of activity for me then. Slowly, as body chemicals adjust, I took up a brush. Months later, things did get better. 

Tearing up old artwork isn't done very often. This time, though, I threw away the pieces. It felt good. When I pass the area, I still feel an uncomfortable shadow over that episode in my life. 

Will I find another sad piece in my stuff? 

Not so far. 

This morning I went through two fabric bins with the intent on making them one. Downsizing to one bin is not possible at this time. I tried. 

The best part is the unfinished projects I found are far fewer than I expected. One is a sweater I took apart to makeover as a bright colorful yarn embellished tabbard. 

Next is going through costume jewelry. That will be fun.

Not Out, Just About

Discovery. The source of silver glitter here and there following me around is from a plastic sprig of pine. The glitter does add a magical vibe to my home.

Projects old & new. Sorting my fabric stash has begun, my domestic archaeology style dig. I have quilting plans to start, and culling for a donation bag.

The lemon is cheerful  as a reminder it is time to make a lemon meringue pie.

Food.  A lovely source of potassium, pitted dates have brightened the drearies of winter for me. At Hannaford's in Middlebury, Vermont, they are on the shelf under the display near the bananas. For a morning snack between the 1st snd 2nd meals, 2 or 3 dates are perfect with spring water.

Old Project Found! It is a nice surprise to find a throw pillow cover I started years ago, pinned and ready to sew up. The Medieval theme upholstery fabric is enough for only one large pillow cover.

That is how my week is so far. Glitter. Knee pain. Blahs. I'm getting use to them all.

Not the bird though that banged into the patio window just now. I suspect a hawk.

How is your 6th week of 2023 going?