I was worried all of my creativity had run from my fingers to my belly, I've been feeling divinely uninspired. Today I manged to break my un creative streak using an idea I read in an article about professional artists. It's so simple, go to your studio at the same time each day and do something, cleaning, fiddling, whatever. Then your ready when the muse strikes.
It definitely worked for me today. I started out folding some fabric I had washed and dried, it's been sitting on my table for weeks. Ho hum.
Then I pulled out squares left over from old projects, more to play with color and pattern than to start anything. A little better.
Then I picked up the superbright quilt, finished the quilting and added the binding. All that's left is to sew the binding to the back. While this wasn't made with a little bean in mind, if I don't make anything between now and giving birth it will be the default baby quilt. A friend asked me what sort of quilt I'd make for my own baby and my answer was that I'd probably make 4 or 5. Finally, some progress.
I'm not sold on the binding but the whole quilt was a stretch for me. The color was interesting so I just went with it. It was freeing to make the decision just like that.
The weather was gorgeous this weekend so I spent some time outside which always seems to be good for what ails you. After my B mowed the grass...
we spread out a blanket and watched the birds...
checked the sky for clouds...
and spent some time with our little dog while he sunned his buns. He was in the vet hospital overnight last week and the vet says he has less than a year to live. He's old (11) and has developed heart problems. One of the valves is bad and as a consequence his lungs fill with fluid. The fluid build up is mostly controlled with medication but every so often something sets him off and when he starts to sound like a bellows I know it's time to head to the vet. It's one of the worst sounds in the world and I hate seeing him like that. I'd always assumed he would die in his sleep at 18 after a day spent chasing balls and rooting in the dirt.
At some point the vet won't be able to help him and we'll have to euthanize him. I don't want to think about it but I don't want him to die slowly by drowning on dry land either. I don't want to think about life without my little dog. His floppy ears, the way he squints in the sun, his enthusiasm for everything. Sigh. We've been through so much together.
In happier news I found an OB I like through a recommendation from a friend. I really like the doctor and her staff, and they gave me a rose which was so sweet. All new pregnant patients get a flower.