Evidently, I was right.
The heat WAS too much.
I could not seem to stay cool enough at the market on Friday.
I sat in the shade, I had a large ice water I kept drinking, I took a wet bandana that I had around my neck that I put ice cubes in from time to time, I patted my arms down with ice cubes, to no avail. I finally started getting nauseated. This alarmed me enough to go to the market manager and beg off. I left 45 minutes early, went home and got in a tepid bath to cool off. I really can't take too much heat. It's official.
I was the only crafter there that afternoon, and we only had four other gardeners there I think. And the customers were thin.
It was kinda gruesome actually.
Next week it's supposed to be in the 80's on friday.
We can only hope.
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On other fronts however, we have happier news.
I finished my little felted bag that was inspired by the creek the other day.
I'm calling it the "Alder Creek Bag" , even though that is not the name of the actual creek.
I get to employ artistic license.
Because it turned out just about exactly as I imagined it.
It's 5 inches high and 6 inches wide and I love it to bits.
In this picture, it was still wet. It's actually a bit lighter in color now that it's dry.
I am learning more and more about how to create patterns that make the shapes I'm looking for. It is a very satisfying process. Especially when I really get close to my "mind's eye" vision of a thing.
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Meanwhile back on the homeless front….
I won't lie to you. The house hunting is not going well. I have investigated so many avenues and possibilities that I can't even remember them all. I'm trying to be optimistic, but I admit to a certain level of discouragement. I try not to dwell on it. I really do.
I keep thinking about what Hub Man said that day back at our old place about remembering that I'm working toward a goal… a chicken coop.
You know, it seems like such a humble desire.
My sister-in-law gave me a gift the other day.
She wanted to remind me not to lose heart.
That one day, God willing, this will be me, if I just have….
It's 5 inches high and 6 inches wide and I love it to bits.
In this picture, it was still wet. It's actually a bit lighter in color now that it's dry.
I am learning more and more about how to create patterns that make the shapes I'm looking for. It is a very satisfying process. Especially when I really get close to my "mind's eye" vision of a thing.
***
Meanwhile back on the homeless front….
I won't lie to you. The house hunting is not going well. I have investigated so many avenues and possibilities that I can't even remember them all. I'm trying to be optimistic, but I admit to a certain level of discouragement. I try not to dwell on it. I really do.
I keep thinking about what Hub Man said that day back at our old place about remembering that I'm working toward a goal… a chicken coop.
You know, it seems like such a humble desire.
My sister-in-law gave me a gift the other day.
She wanted to remind me not to lose heart.
That one day, God willing, this will be me, if I just have….
