Addicted And The Rapture

Perhaps not so much addicted,

 it's just one of the few things I can do right now.

So I continue to make trees.

I've morphed on into green ones now.

More tests and discussions today.

It is not what they thought,

or what I feared, though now I wish it was,

 as a surgery could fix and eventually less or no pain.

Seems I have a sudden onset of an autoimmune issue

which has left me well, damn uncomfortable.

Thankfully I have always had a high pain tolerance.

The biggest issue is inability to sleep,

and I've never slept well to begin with.

To top it all off I have to live in fear of 

what this means to me with my insurance, as the crap bills

they are trying to lie their way into 

will certainly have me losing coverage,

for a pre-existing chronic condition.

So 

I make trees

and feel sick about my country, 

and heartsick for the refugees,

and for those displaced by the storms,

and for those mourning the loss of loved ones.

Today supposedly is The Rapture.

"Good morning and in case I don't see ya

Good afternoon, good evening and good night"

the truman show

Bloom Where You Are Planted

These three were 1.79 - 4"pot 

babies I bought at IKEA last Christmas.

I have repotted them three times since then,

and will need to do again by the end of the year.

They're 2 - 3 ' already.

This is a southern exposure window.

They obviously love it right here.

First thing each morning,

I raise this blind and pour out Howie's dog food

and then push the coffee maker to begin.

The one to the left? 

It's called a Z plant.

Imagine that

Bloom where you are planted.

On The Table Last Night

Many years ago I made feather trees and tinsel trees from scratch.

I modified the idea a bit and today made a couple out of wool.

Once I get the bases figured out I'll do a better shot.

I just shoved them into this bin to protect them for now.

Played around with beads and chains last month, 

thinking of a class perhaps?

Still just an idea as the execution 

providing supplies will be difficult .

Howie sits about a foot away from me. I had

to clear Best Bag fabrics from "his" chair.

That left paw? He pokes me with it to get a petting.

Back Up In The Studio

It's what this tired soul needed.

The world has become too vast and scary.

Lots of music, a few films.

Yesterday was all Dan Fogelberg, after I heard

there is a new musical based on his music,

premiering this month in Nashville.

Talk about memories.

oolala

Tonight Emmys or maybe just the red carpet,

and then Ken Burns 

Documentary for sure.

Pumpkin Plop

 

My decorating is limited these days,

but I managed to 

plop a few pumpkins down.

Pumpkin Plop

Available Bags

link HERE to available bags

only 6 sets left for now

Well, the bag making has to come to a halt 

for a bit as the Drs I saw today think I've blown 

out my right knee again. I had surgery 10 years ago.

I always overdue everything ( my kids will verify)

and sewing 8-10 hours, day after day and tilting 

that knee up and down, up and down with the pedal..

Of course, I already had issues I chose to ignore,

so I just tilted over the edge so to speak.

Or I hollered at the mountain peak

and caused an avalanche.

gonna need some of this

Not sure quite yet but for now I'm not even

to walk on it unless I have to.

Will know more next week.

So I do have a few sets left,

and if I'm lucky and I do not have surgery,

 I can get back to sewing next month.

So you gals who requested some 

other fabric designs, please be patient with me.

I can't get out to look for fabrics just now.

I can still ship out orders of standing stock,

 no problem. USPS picks up.

Right after my x rays, I hobbled next door to Traders

for some pre-made food to make 

it easy for me these next few days.

A couple of the gals said 

"here she comes, that great bag lady"

I'm telling you, they get noticed.

Talked to a teacher friend tonight and she took

two new ones to school this year and she was asked 

"where did you get those?

I'm mad at myself for overdoing,

mad at my knee for failing me,

mad at the timing,

mad at my aging body.

My only salvation has been that same,

 teacher friend has offered

to pick up my library books

 for me as this saga continues.

Without reading material

I would go mad...

Z

need a laugh?

me butt bumping backwards up the stairs

oy vey

Shadow Show

Moody

Shadows

It's coming on shadows and fall

                                     

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