Trained Killer Garden Guard
Here’s a picture of a little guy I see each okra-picking morning. I listen to him sing songs of love each evening. He’s been around for nearly 3 weeks and though I enjoy seeing him, I wish he’d find a lovely green partner to start a family. A herd/gaggle/swarm/flock/pack (?) of them would be most welcomed in the garden. Our lizards and geckos would appreciate the bug-eating help.
Though I still pick okra every day or two, the remainder of the garden has finished production and the harvest is canned or frozen. It’s still too early to start our fall garden so this is the time I’m able to take an air conditioned break and settle with fabric and thread. My aching back is more than ready for a rest!
I’ve spent a few days with new clothing patterns, taking measurements and redrawing to accommodate my unusual size. Yesterday, I finally cut fabric and assembled a new t-shirt. I spent today taking the neckline apart to rework it more to my liking. Had I followed the pattern precisely, I’d not been able to get it over my head! As it turned out, it’s still more snug around my neck than I prefer. Phooey on patterns! With a whack, a few snips and newly created facings, tomorrow I’ll have a custom t-shirt to love and wear often.
Also tomorrow, I plan to start making another shirt or blouse or nightgown or shorts, depending which fabric calls the loudest. Sewing is such fun and I love the infinite clothing choices it offers! I can make things plain or frilly, chic or funky, according to my disposition and if I don’t like how it turns out, minor or radical changes can be made. Thankfully at this stage in my life, I have the patience to rip out, re-design, re-cut and re-sew. There’s no reason to settle for less than pleasing!
Shirl