Hankering

I've had a hankering for a  comfy, cool, boxy top.  Something scrappy and one of a kind.  Something quick as a blink to sew. 

I thought I should make a practice run first though instead of cutting fabric up willy nilly.  

Why not start with some low stakes fabric scraps. 

Hazah! Three companionable prints leftover from assorted decades. 

Then why not measure a couple summer tops for the sake of comparison. And a paper pattern too.  And me! 

Fold, cut, pin, sew, snip, press, topstitch, and celebrate!

Time

Have you ever had a problem that you know time will take care of?  The mere passing of time. Tick…tick….tick……….tick.  But now it feels like time is the problem.

Gribbling

I love words.  Some so perfectly capture their own meaning.  Words like quibble.  To quibble is to argue about something truly trivial. Not about something weighty. Not like thunder rumbling and lightning flashing. More like a couple mosquitoes in the tent. But being small doesn't make it damage free.  Quibbling can be the last straw on someone's day. Usually the adult driving the car and listening to quibbling in the back seat. 

Today I pondered a new word.  Gribble.  I checked Google to see if gribble was already a word and it was! Who knew?  But thank goodness words can have more than one meaning.  Gribble can mean aquatic worms that damage wood by boring it full of tiny holes.  But now it could also mean to grumble. Most grumbling could rightfully be called gribbling.  Truly trivia and small but damaging.  

I can tell

A little shore bird is the first thing I see every morning when I swing wide my door. He's never startled.  Just bravely stands his ground. 

His migration route was likely a very interesting story if he could speak.  He lived briefly at a thrift shop amongst the pressed glass and pottery. Such a sweet little fellow.  

He was banded and a tiny tag around his ankle had a single word. Kenya. Clever, nimble fingers far away gave him life. 

And away he flew to Canada.  

I can tell he's happy.  He's settled right in and has made his home between the hosta and the astilbe.