This nightshirt was a birthday gift from a good friend ages and ages ago.
I dare say it’s probably close to 20 years old? Maybe a bit less. Perhaps a bit more.
Either way, it has seen it’s fair share of wear. Worn to the point that it’s time to retire it. Not that it will be donated to charity.
Oh no! There are too many lovely memories attached. It will be folded and gently stored in the wardrobe drawer reserved for “special” things – handmade socks, the dress I wore to meet Santa when I was three. You know – those keepsakes you just have to keep.
Unfortunately retiring the Cat’s Pajamas leaves a definite gap in my pajama selection.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
As the weather has warmed up, lanky green leaves started to appear in the iris garden. Then it was flower stalks, tantalizing with the promise of blooms to come. The past two weeks it’s been warm enough that the flowers have put forth their glory. Aren’t they gorgeous?
The irises are courtesy of Grandmeow and my good friend E. Irises apparently grow like weeds here, requiring very little care. These blooms aren’t even hooked up to the drip line. They just get whatever water falls from the sky. That makes them perfect for me, as I have a black thumb when it comes to growing things.
The single windows in the background are my office. When it’s a particularly trying day, I look out an am reminded that no matter how difficult work is, there is beauty in the world.
I think we may have had our last snowfall. Of course, now that I’ve said that, we will probably get inches more. Since the Hellboys don’t go outside, Prince Charming thought they would like to explore snow, so he scooped up a bunch and brought it indoors.
They were absolutely NOT interested. Not even when I took a bit and let them sniff around. Nope. Cold. Wet. No thanks! That response even from the one who likes water, and drinks out of any running faucet.
Yup, there they were hanging out on the street corner. Smoking unfiltered cigarettes. Being obnoxious and unkind to passers by. Acting like they owned the world and could do whatever they liked. Rude and uncivilized, these beads were.
So,w hat happened? Was it poor parenting on my part? Did they not like their comfy spot in the bin with the other reds and pinks? Nope. Not at all.
I left the beads, and the necklace made with them sitting in the sun on the beading table. For a couple months. Thinking not much about it. Until I went to use them in another project. Just a few dashes of hot pink would set things off. Only to find that as I started stitching quite a number of them needed to be culled. Their color was off. Way off!
It turned out these were an early purchase, probably when Miyuki first came out with galvanized colors. The older beads were not color fast. They had sat merrily in the strong Nevada sun, bleaching themselves from pink to magenta to rust. Bad beads! Bad!
Research revealed that newer beads no long suffer this tragic fate. I ordered a new batch. BUT, just to be sure, they sat in the window for a solid month. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Then I cut Tuxedo Waves apart, and re-did it with beads that would last.
And those bad beads? They’re back in their flip-top waiting for another project. Something will come along where fading beads will be called for? Maybe a design based on a horror story?
Wherefore art thou, Mojo?
My creative mojo seems to have left on an extended vacation. I am sure she’s hightailed it out of town, headed for warmer climes. No doubt, sitting on a sandy beach somewhere, sipping fruity drinks.
Not that I care to follow suit. We’ve had some truly gorgeous snowfalls the past couple days.
However, it would be very nice if she were to return, so I could get started on some of these projects running through my head. Are you listening, Ms. Mojo?
You know all those times you’re at a web site, and there’s the little “Contact Us” form at the bottom. You fill it out and never hear from anyone?
Not so with the Butterick Pattern web site! There is actually a real live human on the other end. They even respond! I was surprised, to say the least.
At your suggestion, dear readers, I sent them a note about the error I found with B6417. This is their response:
Thank you for your email concerning Butterick Patterns. Whenever possible we try to provide our home sewers with the information they desire. You’re right, C & D do not have the shawl collar as A & B. This will be corrected. Thanks for alerting me.
McCall/Butterick/Vogue/Kwik Sew Patterns
McCall Pattern Company, Inc.