Remember this?
Well, without
my Goodman to rein in the insanity, I spent the rest of the afternoon, paving over an entire queen-size poly mattress protector with chunks of his worn out blue jeans.
It always seemed like a sin to throw out good denim so I have stacks of them in the closet.
He would have stopped me and said "Doncha think this is
gonna be a little bit heavy when you're done?"
I should have noticed that when I was
horsing it around under the sewing machine needle.
I took it outside to hang over the deck railing for pictures and it nearly took me over with it. Ten, fifteen pounds? There are eight pairs of jeans here.
So, I just got finished with a quick and dirty dismemberment. Lament not! I'm just going to find a different way to make it happen with maybe a little planning and forethought instead of just plain passion.
Meanwhile, up
at the mailbox garden, the peonies have finally started to pop. I hate that this is happening in the face of two
thunderstormy days
...the flowers will get beat down if the rain is heavy. I may wind up cutting a lot of them and bringing them inside if I can take the aroma. The two different colors have distinctly different fragrances, but both are heavy, spicy and sweet.
