I Fixed It

I forgot to put a nose wire in the first of the masks I made the other day.  I initially thought that it would be okay without one but then I wore it for a few minutes and fogged up my glasses so I had to work out how to put in the wire without having to deconstruct the danged thing.  I did it.  In a YouTube video a lady put her wire in last on purpose so I copied her method--and it worked.  Since this is the mask I'm keeping I'm glad I fixed it.

Here are the four masks I made today.  There are two of the blue bandana one.  Each one takes me about an hour to make.  I've made ten so far so I think I'll take a break and spend tomorrow cutting out garments so the next time I feel like sewing I'll have a pile of cool things to sew up.  Not that I need any more clothes, but I love making them and I have the fabric for them.  One of the things I want to cut out is a new knit shirt pattern.  I wear long-sleeved knit shirts most days so if I can make my own that'd be good.  Not cheaper but fun to do and, like I said, I have the fabric on hand.


After supper I cast on Car Knitting Warshrag #17.  I'm using the leftovers of the previous rag only in the opposite configuration.  I'm hoping that I run out of the current background yarn so that the color changes to the blue/green/purple yarn that reminds me of the colors of the ocean.


The chipmunk moved into the platform feeder this afternoon, hogging all the seeds and chasing away the house finches.  I opened the patio door thinking the sound would chase it away.  It stayed there.  So I went outside and walked toward the feeder.  It stayed there.  I swatted the side of the feeder and yelled at it to shoo.  It looked up at me as if to say "what?"  Finally it got the message and scampered off.  I wish I could call in a hawk.


29 March--The last time I saw...  the ocean I was in an airplane.  We flew from San Juan, Puerto Rico up the island chain of the Bahamas.  The water was a thousand shades of blue and the islands all wore necklaces of sugar white sand.  Waves and tides arranged sandbars and shorelines into geometric shapes and fanciful curves.  I wished to be down there where the warm water met the land then and still wish it now.  I love the long view standing on a seashore looking out over the seemingly endless water.  That view soothes and comforts me.  Will I ever get to stand by the ocean again?

No, I'm not feeling sorry for myself I'm just reliving a very happy time.  If I want to see big water all I have to do is drive a couple miles to the bay shore and there it is.  This nightly prompt writing is harder than I remember it being.  Guess I'm out of practice.  I'm not giving up.
--Barbara