Getting confused

Thank you for all the nice words and encouragement yesterday. You know, I didn't really mean to be melancholy, and no, I didn't spend the day just reflecting on the past. I think the old saying "Time heals all wounds" is true. Maybe not all, maybe not completely healed but as time goes by the hard memories become easier to deal with. I think this is a good lesson to remember. People think they will never get over something but in my own experience I can say, "Hey, I laugh a lot. I have a lot of fun." And I can say along with Mrs. Goodneedle. "Life is Good!!!"

I got a minimum amount of sewing in yesterday. I guess I didn't show you all the letters I'd made over the weekend for my last phrase (which I quoted wrong so I made a replacement word yesterday too.) I have made all the letters I'm going to make! (At least for this quilt.) Now to put them in some order. Are they going to go across in sentences? Are they going together vertically? Are they going to go around in the border? I need to make some decisions and write it down because the cats think I'm playing with them down there on the floor and the blocks get moved by themselves!

I also made another block for the When-oh-When quilt. I don't know how people like Anne keep their projects straight. I haven't thought about this quilt for what, two weeks? Is that any reason to forget entirely what I was doing? I mean, I couldn't remember if I was cutting strips 2" or 3 1/2" or what. And was I really planning to use that dull brown or did I have some green somewhere? It took me awhile but I made a block and it seems to be the right size. This will teach me to stay with a quilt to the end. (But if I stay with the When-oh-When, I'm going to forget what I was doing with the Wonky Quilt. Oh my gosh! Do I remember the measurements for the Feathered Star quilt? Those blocks are hidden away somewhere too!)

And look what my nice neighbor brought to my door yesterday. This is the neighbor whose name I don't know but I've determined he doesn't really want me to know. I asked him and he said "call me Yuzu's (the dog) dad." another time he said "Call me Yumetaro. That's my stage name. Ahaha!" Anyway this is a little doll vest that the older ladies (obaachan) at the Day Care Center where he works made. In Japanese it is called a Chanchanko. Children especially would wear these in the winter though you don't see them much anymore. When the Obaachans were young they must have made them for their own children. Now they make doll clothes to pass the time away.