In case anybody was wondering, here's Bune. He is every bit as ridiculous as he seems to be. And actually, he is everything I ever hoped for in a dog. For better or worse, he is my fluffy white shadow. At the moment, he is on my foot. His interactions with the kids are remarkably different. The Big Guy? Yeah, Bune is pretty sure he is another puppy. Babykid? Bune says, "Whatever you say, Little Boss." Good stuff. I love this guy. 
Being a person who makes a lot of things out of fabric, I occasionally (or all the time) find myself with pieces and usable scraps that are too little for my projects. Being a person who is a Mennonite and a Midwesterner, I have a pretty hard time throwing away a perfectly good thing that could potentially have another use somewhere, someday. The wonderful ladies at our church make stuff year round for MCC--bags for kits, quilts for auction, comforters for people in need. I've been able to recycle perfectly beautiful pieces of fabric, clear out some space in my workshop, and help out the sewing group with my small pieces. And then this happened:  Of course I'm not surprised that the ladies at church can make a beautiful blanket. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Ora and her friends made this for me and my family: these are, after all, some of the same people who welcomed us so warmly into the congregation (and fed us so much non dining hall food) years ago when we were visiting college students. But you know, I was totally surprised, and in the best possible way. (My post from the Summer Market weekend... stay tuned for the pics that are trapped in my phone.)
Two words: Air conditioned. Not really--but it may as well have been. Though it was easily 85 degrees out today, our tent was cozily situated in the Queen Mother of All Spots at the market, with a consistent breeze coming up off of Lake Erie through the entire event. It was magnificent, and more than made up for my pregnant-out-to-here year at the Market in a very much non-air conditioned spot in the park. The SOMP Tiny was the hero of this show, as were the SOMP Mini Fobs. The Midway pouch (to be unveiled in my Etsy shop this week!) was well-received, but I did find myself wishing I'd ordered the stuff to make the webbing fobs just a little bit earlier. Oh, they're going to be awesome little things--they'll match everything, and add a whole new level of versatility to the whole collection of SOMP zippies... SO excited about that! By way of update about the machine: the Machine Guy was indeed--no surprises, just rejoicing--able to repair the Singer in 90 minutes flat. The problem was that the thing that at one time was a gear had been reduced to just a hunk of plastic grinding away at tiny bits of sewing debris. There had to be 17 pounds of fabric lint and tiny threads smushed in the teeth of the "gear." Such a gear-hunk does not a good gear make, so the MG replaced it and also tightened up the... bar... thing... that the needle attaches to. Holy cow, what is that called anyway?! Probably the needle bar. At any rate, here's to several consecutive months without an emergency tune-up, and here's also a huge heap of thank you to Kristen and Erin, who do a magnificent job of hosting the Summer Market. |
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