One thing that happened yesterday was almost finished new cushion covers. The old ones, once upon a time a most likely pricey custom job of plasticky, rubbery stuff, had become pretty hideously icky. I am not a seamstress but I know a few! Sally put her talented self to work and whipped up these covers tout suite. I was tasked with cutting - yes, I can do that - and wrapping batting, along with getting them on the old foam, which was still just fine under the ugh.
Not quite finished but I couldn't wait to see how they look. Soon, curtains and...well, let's just get these cushions done. |
The story of the two patterns is that I didn't let Sally know there were TWO sets of cushions. Oopsy. So she had the set up for the stripes for one set...when I said, will there be enough for the other? The other? she asked. No problem. We dug around some more and found a closely corresponding color match and went touristy, checks with stripes. I like it. Ok, I really love it. Color me stripey happy.
Here's something to know about Culebra. The library is FULL of wonderful surprises. There is material and crafts and sewing machines and people to help. There is yarn and embroidery thread and hooks and needles and lots of other stuff all for the using. I donated some material that I like and have hauled around with me but won't use in exchange for what I used and will also donate some money to continue this good thing. As Sally sewed, quite a few people coming in and out asked about lessons. Volunteers are more than welcome to gift others with their experience, just call or go to the library, one way or another. If you already know how to sew but don't have a machine, or have some other thing you might be interested in, check out the library. They might have just what you need!
Just another pretty boat |
Morning was breaking |
Magic morning light |
Well, this is what *I* have to say about it:
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Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Prase for them springing fresh from the Word
I think a lot about that song. Nice to see it entire again. Thanks!
DeleteIt is such a joy to watch this wonderful tiny house take form. I be jumping up and down with joy along with you :)
ReplyDeleteOh Pollyanna! How long have we talked houseboats? 20 + anos? Yes, the dream alive!
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