Beware of Coyotes
It's not the kind of sign you like to see when you're going for a walk in the woods. I'm freaking out every time I hear a squirrel rustling the leaves.
Dd went camping with the girl scouts last weekend. I opted not to go. One of the chaperones had some chest pain and ended up going to the emergency room early on the first morning. She stayed at the hospital a couple of days, heart disease runs in her family.
So, I'm back to Curves and walking, but having this sick friend means I'm eating oatmeal for breakfast. . . My mom had heart failure 18 months ago, so it's in my family too. I'm thinking heart disease is much more likely for me than coyotes.
I got this kitchen towel finished:
I have terrible embroidery skillz. The towels are really good practice for me. I never start liking my handwork until I get to the end of a project. Things start out really bad and then I suddenly figure it out and improve.
I don't have much to report otherwise. Every time I walk into the sewing room I want to cry because the Charlotte's Web Shawl is lying there with a hole in it, needing to be fixed. I think I might take her to my mom for a consultation. She'll know what to do. I need to put her away so I don't have to see her and get depressed.
My contractor came by to look at building in sewing room shelves. I think I'm going to put some window seats in for storage underneath. He's trying to figure out how to recess the machines into the sewing surface. We'll see what he comes up with.