July
I haven't been weaving this week. The last person to share their yarn for the afghan project just brought it to Pat, and I'm waiting for her to finish with it. The turned overshot is still waiting to be threaded, waiting for my little brain to work out how to proceed. The other night, as I drifted off to sleep, I did ponder it, and had a tiny breakthrough, but honestly, I'd rather sew.
Friday, Mom cleaned out her fabric stash and gave me piles and piles of luscious linen. It's in the dryer right now, and will be pressed later today. I've been through my patterns for the right blouses, skirts and jackets to make, and need to make a trip to JoAnn's for more patterns, lots of thread and a few zippers. My fingers itch to get started making my new summer collection!
Mom and I will be barbecuing later today, since I worked all day yesterday. The nectarines above became the first stage of preserves, as did 50 pounds of plums. 52 pounds of blueberries delivered at 8 yesterday morning are now 90 jars of jam. Lots of guests peered through the window at my progress, and I smiled and waved, but was secretly glad I couldn't let them in. The FDA prohibits the general unwashed public in my kitchen when I'm jamming, so I only have to be cordial in short doses. That suits my personality best, as most of you know!
I leave you with more white nectarines, waiting for their bath of boiling water, then ice water to lose their peels yesterday:
Maggie
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