"I do not like this, Sam I am. I do not like it on the table. I do not like it in a fable. I do not like it with a goat, on the machine, or near a moat. This slippery stuff is not much fun. But I'll persist until I'm done."
These fabrics have a tiny mind of their own, and they do not like me any more than I like them. My seams are a mess. There are bulges. The saving grace is that none of this matters, as they will be manipulated and embroidered and stretched and cut up again before I'm finished. And the colors are really nice, lots of purples, blues and greens. I had forgotten the roll of linen squares I bought long ago at some fiber art thing, but their subtle colors and lovely texture contrast well with the silks and help to contain the elusive velvet gremlins. I have made 24 squares so far; more tomorrow.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving at son Phil's house. We baked pies in the morning and traveled the two blocks with our stuffed celery, wild rice casserole, cranberry sauce and pie to join the feast. Lots of family, fried turkey, overwhelming amounts of food. Everything was lovely, and this crowd likes to greet, eat and head out to other obligations, so we were happy to return home and spend the evening quietly. Giving thanks all the way.