Given to thoughts or feelings of romance;
imaginative but impractical;
To mix together or intertwine;
A confused, intertwined mass.
A jumbled or confused state or condition
What a difference hanging something on a painted wall makes!
When I first laid eyes on these framed prints, they were hanging on an enclosed porch at the auction where I bought the cuckoo clock. It was love at first sight, even though they were in poor condition and I had no earthly clue what I'd ever do with them.
Adult Daughter saw them stacked on the floor in the back bedroom and laid claim to them. I couldn't figure out how to arrange the three small and one large diamonds, but she divided them over two walls and they look great.
The paint is peeling off of the frames. The glass on one is cracked. They need a lot of TLC, but I'm afraid they might be beyond fixing.
Whatever does happen to them down the road, they're a lot more fun than home decor from a big box store. And they were a lot less expensive!
Once the sun slips behind the trees the shadows start to dance across my cutting table. I'm working on more churn dash blocks for the project I started last week.
Cutting up someone else's fabric makes me nervous, even though I know a mistake won't be the end of the world. They toss scraps. I'm determined to use every possible inch. When I first started work on these blocks, I was cutting 4 1/2" strips and 2 1/2" strips.
It wasn't until I started sewing the blocks together that I realized the 4 1/2" strips were all I needed. Four triangles of each color with the Easy Angle, four 2 1/2" x 4 1/2" rectangles of each color, and a 4 1/2" square of whichever I was using for the background of that block. I don't think it works evenly with width-of-fabric strips, but most of the fabrics I'm working with won't give me predictable lengths anyway so it doesn't matter.
Last Christmas, we bought Teenage Son an accessory kit to use with his GoPro. (Ours came from Costco, but I found the same thing on Amazon.)
The set comes with a drawstring nylon bag. I wanted him to have something more durable and easier to get the parts in and out of. An ill-fitting pair of jeans, one of those heavy-duty zippers I thought I'd never use, and fifteen minutes later...
WHY did I resist zippers for so long? The other options can be fun, but it sure makes life easier if you can sew one when the occasion calls for it.
Makes me wonder what skill I'll be excited about a few years down the road. Buttonholes?