Time is coming close to two years that Patti died. She loved gourds. I mean LOVED gourds. But her husband and daughter hated the dirty looking shells of various shapes. She used a transfer paper to print this on a sack, glue was still visible. I decided to sew it into a heart and give it to her daughter, if she would like it. This "gourd" will be more acceptable than the real thing and be a sweet reminder of their gourd war. (Those are cheddar/sour cream chips.)

I have too much, probably not as much as most crafters, but still too much for me. The first time I pitched and donated was a little painful, but this time it's worse. Needs to be done. Fabric everywhere that I haven't touched in years. Why am I keeping it? I know the day will come when I am searching for a little piece of something I threw out, but clinging to that possibility is not worth the excess baggage my rooms are carrying. I'm sure I will improvise or find a substitute without having a meltdown about letting it go. Well, fairly sure.

One of the fabrics that I have no use for is a men's suiting silk that my aunt gave me decades ago. Her husband had planned on a custom suit and I don't even have a tailor shop within a gas tank from here to ask about it. My home ec teacher cousin said years ago that it is very expensive but what do I know?
It has yellow markings in the selvage with lots of various sized slubs. This I will hold on to for a while until I find someone that may have an answer for me. The teacher is my cousin in MN suffering from advanced FT dementia. Found out last week that my local cousin is now on meds and she is only 68. Scary.
Tomorrow I am going to check for heart boxes, hoping to find at least two. The last time we went there was a very bad accident on that route and I vowed I would stay off highways. I just can't get that doc's words about becoming a paraplegic out of my mind when traveling.
February is passing quickly. This better slow down once summer nears.
Thanks for visiting.
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