good help

We. Made. It.

Actually, by following the "Just One Cow" principle
(note benevolent cow totem), we made 30 of it.

I'll post some of the fruits of the exchange on the weekend.

And so to bed.

Shhhhhhh . . .

inquiring minds want to know

Stella, the art cat, asks: You have to make how many?

You cannot be serious.

By Thursday? I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Carry on, then.
I'll be right here if you need me.

Labor Day potlatch

I was determined, determined I tell you, that this weekend would be put to the good use of Cleaning the House. I have determined this before, but cleaning is not my favorite thing, so my so-called determination usually evaporates, and also, this particular cleaning involves sorting through more of Mom's stuff, so I was even less eager, though no less determined. In theory, determined.

But then, on Thursday night, I was scooting around catching up with blogs, and Vivien -- bless her -- had posted about IBOL. Qu'est-ce que IBOL? you ask? Iraqi Bundles of Love, of course. A soldier in Iraq has organized a drive to collect and distribute to the population -- fabric and yarn! The catch is that everything must be in the mail by tomorrow 9/8. So Friday I went to the Post Office asked for ten boxes, was told "Just take all of them" (which turned out to be 19) and was given labels, and off I went. Unable to defer, to procrastinate, to have determination evaporate -- or I would miss the deadline. Ya gotta love a deadline. So motivating.

I was braced for a long, sad time of it this weekend sorting through all the heaps, and I was skeptical about finding a good place to send the culls, and particularly sad that Mom's yarn stash might end up as compost. (The nitrogen is good for the soil, but still...) But this project turned something that might have been profoundly sorrowful -- sorting Mom's stash -- into something uplifting. I can't tell you how much it means to me to know that Mom's legacy of warmth, self-sufficiency, and home-grown beauty will, in this small way, make it around the world.

And 19 large, APO boxes just fit in the trunk of my trusty Focus. Off we go. . .


And now I can move on to the second big project of the weekend -- working up 29 4-inch squares for a swap at the monthly meeting on --eek! -- the 10th. Even with help, it's going to be tight.