Tiny Needle Tuesday

 

This is the sign the county puts on the door of your house after a tree has fallen through it. It's not my house. It's the house across the street. Last night, while The Mister and I were sleeping in our lower level because of those terrible winds, a very large unwelcome visitor took off the back of their house including their beautiful sunroom. I wish I could tell you that there were no inuries but I don't know. There's no one around to ask. The entire neighborhood is hunkered down from fear of those horrible swaying trees above us. Every time the wind blows I curse whoever thought it was a good idea to leave poplars so close to the houses. 

Needless to say, I spent yesterday downstairs again even though the wind had died down a bit. I hadn't stitched a thing all week but I did get more border done on the Christmas Cactus and a few more branches finished on both sides while I listened to Dateline podcasts.

I watched Bette Davis fight Nazis on my Chromebook while I worked on the bottom border of the Swedish Folk Cushion. 

Babysitting plus bathroom remodeling plus wind didn't leave me much stitching time this week but I did finish two more Patchwork of the Crosses blocks and get another one ready to go before the wind made working in my upstairs sewing room a worrisome prospect. 

For a brief second upstairs I worked on Dear Jane getting one of the HST blocks sewn together. I rushed it so it's a bit wonkier than I would like but no complaints here. Even though I've had to hide out downstairs, at least I have a whole house above me. So far.