Spring Break: Day Three

Steve and I had a wonderful date night last night, first going to the poetry reading (which was very good) and then for sushi, and ending up at a bookstore, drinking tea/coffee and scanning the magazines. Very nice.

I haven't started sewing yet, still in the process of gathering all the thrifted fabrics I have stashed in various closets. I think having them all in one place will jump start my creativity. Hoping anyway. Some of these fabrics will be easier to cut up than others. For example the quilt on top will be easy because it's damaged but some of the tablecloths are still good enough to use and so I will hold off on those. Here's a closeup of the full size bedspread I bought yesterday. I would love this on a bed but it has a number of ugly stains so I think I'm going to use it as a rug for M2's/sewing room.I think it will be pretty on the wood floors. Not sure what size to make yet. Still thinking.

And now I'm off to the beach with a friend for some more relaxing. Knitting the cotton baby sweater sleeves still and some washcloths for my mom just to change things up a bit when I don't want to count stitches or rows.

Hope your day is a good one.

***Last minute addition:

Read this over at Lene's and wanted to keep it handy. I own most of Lamott's work and love it but forget where things are.

"All these years, a lot of us fell for the great palace lie that grief should be gotten over as quickly as possible and as privately, that after a while, it's gratuitous suffering verging on hysteria, Charlotte Brontë with PMS. But what I've discovered is that the lifelong fear of grief keeps us in a bare and isolated place and that grief may be the way home ... wouldn't it be better to take some time because if you move away from the dead too fast, well, there goes the person ... if you have the courage to really feel the loss and losses, the wound is deep but heals cleanly and there will always be a scar, but the healing will have taken place and the self, no longer trying not to feel the pain, relaxes."

- Anne Lamott, The Long Way Home (transcribed from Bird by Bird with Annie: A Film Portrait of Writer Anne Lamott)