Sewing In the Noon-tide and the Dewy Eve

My dad had another early morning doctor's appointment today. Whenever I set up doctor's appointments, I seem to forget that I do not like to go out early in the morning. It's like I truly believe that there will be a point in time when I suddenly am not like I actually am.

My mom, until her brain gave out, kept all of my dad's records up to date in her head. I knew my dad had been given these test in the past, but I could not remember when.

Strangely, what I could remember was that at the office where the test was done the last time, they had a fabulous mobile of fish made with old CDs and craft foam. I often wonder, if I were to donate my brain to science, would someone take one look at it and say, "What are we supposed to do with THIS?"

Anyway, it was almost five years ago, the nice lady told us.

When I arrived home, I decided that I was going to just sit down and sew the very Very VERY simple project laid out before me.

I now know five ways NOT to do it.

On the sixth try, I actually got it. I don't remember how now, but for a brief moment I thought that I truly might have retained the ability to learn.

So, I have the 'bag' part of my lined bag finished. I still need to make the handles. I want to try to make cotton clothes line handles. My hope is to use up the stuff I have on hand, and I do have that.

The rest of the afternoon I spent folding up little bits of material, dreaming of what I could do with them as I layered them in the cabinet.

It's fun to dream.