Spring Cleaning – The “Kid’s” Room

A.k.a. The Right Room, The Toy Room. It is the guest room between the Master and the end (Left side) guest room. It has a full sized bed and a closet full of games and toys. The left room has a queen sized bed, so it goes to married couples who visit. When no one is visiting it is my sewing room, but we will be visiting that room another day.

I need to finish up with the kid’s room so I can move on to the left room, a.k.a., sewing room. What a heap of unorganized “stuff”! Artwork and Picture frames cover the bed (underneath all the fabric and yarn.) I forgot about that chore. I have way too many things to hang and not enough walls. I hope I have room for them under all the beds, again, because I can’t make decisions like that now. I need a shower and some breakfast before my date with my hairdresser. If I can focus, I will still have an hour to clean before I leave to go there.

I actually had 15 minutes to clean. Got half of the headboard and footboard done. When I got back from the beauty shop and the grocery store I finished cleaning the bed frame and the matching table. Under the glass tabletop I could see the very fuzzy base board and frankily, I was jealous. The base board has more hair than I did.

Now, instead of being the woman who has half a shaved head, I am that bald chick. Or, that Marine who wears lipstick. Soon I won’t have to wear hats and that makes the weird looks worth it. I suppose I will have to put sunscreen on my head, but it should not ruin my hair – Ha! If you are feeling sorry for me – don’t. My head looks gorgeous now, four months after surgery. Too bad the wound still pulls and aches most of the time. The fuzz has almost covered up the scar. Wait! Why am I talking about my lobotomy again? Apologies.

What peach fuzz I have is spiked!

I do not know where the time goes, but it is already 5:00 pm and time to prep dinner. If I want to sew after dinner, I need to finish with the kid’s room. I would rather be working on my bubble quilt, but I have curtains to finish and another set to make from scratch. Sigh.

What I really want to do is eat a huge piece of cake and call it dinner. Hubby wouldn’t let me. He takes better care of me than I do sometimes.

Darn it!


Pardon Me, If I Rant a Little

About garment tags.  Again. I speak of tags sewn into garments, not the digital ones that run amok all over social media.I have written a rant about tags already in 2010, then re-published the same a year later because I liked it so much.  This is completely different.  If you are curious about the original, feel free to click the bold text:  The War on Tags

I spent most of the day Saturday performing tag-ectomy surgeries.  Out of ten garments, I only needed to mend 3 of them, this is a great percentage BTW. 

I have questions for the garment industry.  I do not know where to send them – this is why I am asking y’all.  Please, if anyone happens to know the answer – use the comment section and tell us all!

  1. Why do you use the stiffest, scratchy, and itchiest fabric for the tags?  Can’t you use the same fabric as the garment?
  2. Why do you use large, black tags with sheer blouses & nighties?  
  3. What is with the tags on the side seams of garments now? If they replaced the neckline ones that could be good, but alas, they are an addition to the removing and resewing process. Grrr!
I am sure there are other questions we would like answered, but those three are the most important in my opinion. If you think of others, please let me know!

The Devolving of Humanity

As I sat at the dining room table, eating my breakfast of BBQ Pork Fried Rice with a good helping of soy sauce, it occurred to me just how much the pandemic has affected the non-infected who are stuck at home.

When hubby asked me, “Why are you eating that for breakfast?”

My explanation was simple, “it has scrambled eggs in it.”  

“I see,” he said.  Then he proceeded to fix himself a bowl of the same. 

Hubby’s modus operandi (i.e., Latin for ‘Method of Operating’, abbreviated “M.O.” on cop shows), has definitely shifted. No judgments here, just observation.  Between the two of us, hubby is (by far) the emotionally stable one. 

I began to notice little weirdnesses going on with me a couple months ago, nothing as dramatic as breakfast this morning, but slightly disturbing. I imagine that a mental health professional may see a few of them as red flags for – something. 

Like the disgusting ‘frat house’ behavior.  So far I have managed to limit this to only in front of the dog, but I fear that one day, without thinking about it, I will let loose with a belch that Booger could be proud of in front of hubby or at (egads!) the post office. 

If you don’t know who Booger is – read no further.  You are too young to be exposed to the confessions of somebody’s grandma.  I would hate to be responsible for shattering your naivete. 

Meanwhile, I go about my day apologizing to my dog for each gross noise I create, but I am not ashamed.  Truth be told – I am getting really long and loud with all the practice.  I’m almost proud of myself. 

My personal hygiene tends to deteriorate when I’m anxious or depressed, but it has now reached a record low.  Why bother to waste time “gussying up” when I can’t go anywhere, or visit anyone?  Even the video conferencing does not prompt me to wear make-up anymore.  I look so zombified on video with or without make-up.  If I do wear make-up it transforms me into a  Zombie Ho and who wants that?  

Oddly, I  find the whole ‘wear-a-mask’ thing highly convenient.  No need for foundation or lipstick.  And best of all, no need to wear those uncomfortable temporary teeth!

None of my favorite clothes fit anymore. So, I mix and match comfy with not-too-tight. Then there are days I fall asleep in my clothes and I wake up in the morning already dressed.  A true time-saver, really.  But after three days I get bored with the outfit and I need a shower.

Three months into the quarantine and my house is a filthy mess, I have too many hobbies to want to cook or clean.  The guest rooms have been uninhabitable for the last 2 months, and their condition continues to deteriorate the longer we go without any guests.  Large bins of fabric and yarn and unfinished projects are stacked about waiting to be organized.  The bed is covered with the things I am currently trying to organize.

Our living room is more like my sewing room with a TV.  Oh, and when I am not sewing, I’m working on the last few edits to make before I send my novel out into the wild.  I will keep you posted.


I like to play DVDs of comedy and musicals while I sew.  Yesterday,  I ‘watched’ Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, and had a grand old sing-along for 86 minutes.  A great way to finish binding a quilt!

30 Sun Bonnet Sue blocks sashed together for a friend.

Today’s agenda is Zoom Church, then begin cutting out fabrics for the first of three baby quilts I want to make this summer.  I still need to design the last one, which will probably be a crazy quilt, if you know what I mean…

♥  TTFN  ♥