Saturday, February 9, 2019

Saturday snippets

in which our plucky heroine is a homebody...

Fortunately we did not get the amount of snow that friends slightly to the north received. Not that I am complaining, mind...  They got a foot or more, while here at Acorn Cottage, we barely got an inch and a half, if that, and it has mostly melted away, and the roads are dry. The bits of snow on the roof of the chook house are quite lovely, and I never tire of finding tiny moss landscapes.

I've been gradually taking care of various housey chores: washing the dishes that got put aside while dealing with the Undersink Saga, folding laundry, and rescuing my laundry basket that was left outdoors when I hung the laundry out yesterday and had a layer of icey snow in the bottom. Starting a batch of Seville orange marmalade. All good things for a cold February day.

I swapped out the thread in the sewing machines for dark blue, and will be cutting out two more indigo SWAP garments (batik rayon popover dress, and indigo/black pinafore) in preparation for completing the indigo blue part of my SWAP. Yesterday I realised that the neckline binding on the teal/feather print knit top wasn't lying smooth and flat, so I carefully hand stitched some Very Tiny Darts into just the binding, to pull it into a better curve. These sorts of small details are the kind of thing I just have to fix, or else they will annoy me forever. It is difficult to get the neckline binding on a knit top just right, sometimes I manage it, and sometimes I have to "get creative"


February SMART goals (x=extra)
1 bright feathers top for Mom leaky undersink-
2 taupe/teal feathers knit top neckline binding-
3 11 4oz jars marmaladex -
4 mushroom print blouse
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today's gratitude - I never stop being grateful for four walls and a roof. Spent the winter I was 29 living in the back of a truck on the streets in Cambridge MA. Snow and ice, and a Very dysfunctional boyfriend. I am a different person now. Maybe less trusting of Other Peoples Sweet Talk. But that tale is a whole long story of youthful stupidity, and I would rather count my blessings nowadays. Acorn Cottage might be a wee bit drafty, but it beats an uninsulated step van by miles!


  1. Hi Alison,

    Any chance you could show us a photo of the darts in your feather top? If I'm envisaging it correctly it's a problem that drives me nuts too and I'd love to see your solution!


    1. Hi Mim! I'll post a photo tomorrow... it was after dark when I wrote this up.

  2. Oh dear, you've just sent me on a trip down memory lane. I've slept in some cold places and some unpleasant places but the worst must have been when my boyfriend of the time would sneak me in to the Tenderloin YMCA at night. Talk about youthful stupidity...

    1. Katrina... I suspect that many of us have some memories of youthful foolishness, glad to know that I am not the only one!