A smooth and gentle Friday

 

One of these days I'll have a phone that will see what I see in the dark. The moon was setting through the trees and the sky was still dark. A shift in temperature had caused all the night speakers to go quiet. I was off to get Charlie. 

It was a big day for House Lacativa. 

A lawyer came to the house and I put my pawprint on a lot of paper to finalize the refinance of the mortgage. Imagine a closing taking all of ten minutes! The interest rate is half of what I was paying before and I took some equity out for some much-needed and long delayed repairs. Now to start lining up legit contractors for the stuff Colin can't do himself. 

Charlie wanted to know why the Businessman (he had a briefcase) did not wear a black robe. A long conversation ensued about judges, courts, etc. It's always word domino with him and I love it. 

No school and no organized daycare this week, but that's okay. As of next week, we'll keep company only on Wednesdays. Perhaps more as things shift for me, workwise.

A fan of Waffle (Awful) House, he gave in to my suggestion of someplace a step up to celebrate the end of school. We both struggled to get the word "croissant" out of our mouths with the proper accent, but he had no problem fitting one into his mouth.

For those who have been enjoying the Briscoe Field sunsets that Colin shoots almost nightly, this will be among the last for a while. His shift is changing to the overnight, so we'll see what magic he works with sunrises in the days ahead.

The shocking passage of time

 

It's been four or five years since I bought this gardenia. It was an Easter leftover and marked down for Death when I rescued it from the grocery store.  It was only two feet tall and half of that pot.

The peonies had finished their annual show and I put it in the ground between them, a foot or so behind the mailbox. Gave it a good watering and told it "Good Luck." Last year it was July before it surprised me with a couple flowers. 

We haven't had a drop of rain in over three weeks and for the first time, the gardenia is covered with buds. Colin has been carrying five-gallon jugs of water up there for me. I'm afraid if I don't give it and the struggling butterfly bush water, the buds will just fall off. 

It's time to invest in a few hoses. 

The back deck garden is taking off. Not wasting my time on peppers or tomatoes this year. Something took bites out of everything that grew last year. Flowers and herbs are enough. 

Here's that rascal Petaluma, portulaca, proscuitto, pontificator............PURSLANE and her potmate Lanata, discussing the eggshells and coffee grounds that I was too lazy to spade under the dirt. 

Caving in to bad judgement, I'm working on a new piece of witchery, I mean, stitchery. If nothing else crosses my mind for an hour these days, I consider myself fortunate. 

Somewhere I read about a Bring Sleep mantra used by soldiers who must sleep when they can, no time to waste. Slow your breathing and think "Don't think....don't think......don't think." It works for me.

The first batch of cloth from the Sicilian Trousseau batch of cloth has already gone into the scrap mix.

If you ordered anything in the last ten days, I went to the post office yesterday. The two-foot-long receipt listed Saturday as arrival for all of the packages no matter where they were headed. Thank you all for supporting my madness.

Today is the last day of first grade. Celebrated yesterday with a summer haircut.

Harvest

 Even though summer just kicked in. 

Never mind all the juicy wet pictures. We know better.

Less fierce, of course, but still gorgeous. I dried everything on the line in the sun and even the stiffest lines have relaxed.

Most of this is now in the Fat Baggy scrap basket. I left some of the pieces of linen pretty large, 10"x10", give or take. They will make nice bases. There are a lot of fringes from the linen tea towels, some embroidery, and cut-work, all fanciful with color.

I'm done with the dye deck until I can get my assistant to put up the canopy, but first, the pool clean up. Finally.

Saturday on the dye deck

 I'm not doing any marathons anymore. A full day of dyeing just kicks my ass to the point where I'm useless the next day. This much is manageable. And because I have to work tonight, there will be no sneak peeks. These panels are going to cook out there the 85 degree Heat until tomorrow. Supreme batching.

This lot is mostly plain cotton. There were several yards of varying weights of muslin. A few more of those linen tea towels (there must be two dozen of them) and a cotton nightgown with a fancy cutwork  yoke and shoulder straps. I may wind up keeping that for myself.

just a toe in the water

 

a small sample of nearly fifty pounds of vintage cloth.

Not that I had any doubts, but all of this cloth will take whatever color I give it - voraciously.

Most of these things are linen of varying weights and weaves. Yardage. Hand towels, table drapes, decorative things all oddly unused. I'm still thinking much of it was a bridal trousseau for a bride who may have been left at the altar.

This dark piece is a very odd apron, made to pin at the shoulders rather than tie. 

  

These pieces have been in clean, dry storage for thirty or forty years. Maybe more. When I opened the boxes, the fragrance (I'm being nice here) reminded me instantly of several of my Italian aunts. Dusty, sweet and cloying. The fragrance "Maja" comes to mind. I was on a mission to expunge the odor. 

Machine washing in Synthrapol, Dawn, and baking soda almost did it. 24 hours in the sunshine and fresh air did more.

A long dye batching overnight on the deck, then another hot and frothy machine wash. Another 24 hours on the line finished the job. If you think I'm ironing this stuff, you're crazy. It's as tough and wrinkly as my Italian aunties were.

Going forward, I'm just going to spew this stuff around the deck and leave the heavy lifting to the weather.