It’s been a fast couple of weeks. I’ve put in a lot of air miles and spent a lot of nights away from my heated mattress pad and my sewing machine. Traumatic, to be sure. I was able to spring my Bernina from the machine spa two Saturdays ago and I expected to spend the weekend feverishly sewing little red squares. Alas, it was not be. I brought a bad cold home as a souvenir.
If you’ve traveled lately or gone to the mall lately, you know about the evil stares you receive if you cough or sneeze! Sorry fellow passengers on the Delta flight from Austin-Detroit. It was really just a cold!
While I was driving home from the airport/machine spa/Costco, I got a text from my son: sick at school. Uh oh.
A trip to the ER confirmed it, he had Type B flu — the prescription eligible kind. He spent the week at home (not gonna lie, I was happy to feed him and take care of him) while I nursed that fever and marveled at the young man he has become.
So finally, finally, at least a month and a half since I last sat at my sewing machine, I started piecing yesterday afternoon. It was heavenly. I’m back in my red postage stamps.
Then for some variety, and to refocus my attention to bigger squares, I’m working on the quilt top I helped my friend start exactly 1 year ago. It’s blue and tan and my friend asked me to finish it for her — her life is feverish too.
We are all on the mend, my friend, my son and me, but I suppose I am the only one who feels better while elbows deep in scrap fabric.
Stay healthy my friends!
Cindy — I forgot to ask– while I’ve been working, how was your first vacation of the year?