A few months ago I was visiting my aunt in Hadley where Elaine's Quilty Shoppe is located. While there I acquired instructions for making quick pillowcases. What is nice about this pattern is there are no showing seam allowances, and no hand sewing. The options are endless when designing with different fabrics and trims.
I rescued this flowering cactus last winter from a slow death of dehydration. It had been abandoned in a kitchen sink and it could not hold its own branches up. In the summer I put it outside in the shade. And when the weather gets to 40 degrees I bring it inside to sit it on a cool window sill. I think it likes me.
It's a wonderful feeling to get excited about learning something new, or learning more about something you may already be familiar. For example, the idea of enrolling in a class at John C Campbell school in North Carolina was brought up in conversation when Melissa, Mary and Edie were recently at the Nestle Inn.
The question, "if you had a choice of taking any class you wanted, would it be something you've always wanted to learn, or something at which you would like to better your skills?" was asked and mulled over. It really isn't an easy question. You might think that learning a new craft would be the best answer. But, then again what about becoming more knowledgeable in a craft you already know something about? Whatever the answer, learning is a wonderful thing.
My son sent me photos of some of the custom smoking pipes he creates. He does it as a hobby at this point in his life.
I had the opportunity yesterday afternoon to start the deer season hunting from John's new elevated deer stand. It was a very nice day, not too warm or cold. I saw about a dozen deer (buck and does) between 4:30 and 5:30 pm. I didn't shoot any of them even though I had my sights on several. Being the first day, I wanted to observe rather than shoot the first thing I saw. Deer love to play when they think they are safe. Being so far up (30'+) in the deer stand it was easy to view from at least two different directions the various deer. The buck was a medium size four point by himself walking up the shooting lane. He sniffed the pumpkin I had put down, but wasn't too impressed. He was drawn instead to the apple cores I had thrown out the window.