Of course, it goes back up to triple digits tomorrow and will continue that way until Friday, but today it’s been in the eighties here, cool enough where I can crack a couple of windows open and let some fresh air in, much to the J Crew’s delight.
And mine as well, I must admit. I’m currently ironing t-shirt pieces to precision-cut fusible interfacing so that I can sew everything together without the jersey stretching. While doing so I’m standing next to one of the just barely opened windows and enjoying the slight breeze and the outside air.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m still sweating because I am a large broad and I’m hovering over a hot iron. But fresh air feels good.
And for some reason Jeremy has decided that today is the day he needs to follow me everywhere and meow loudly at me. He’s has food, clean water, treats, the litter boxes are acceptable, and I’ve played with him and brushed him. He still wants more attention. I don’t know if he’s trying to capitalize on the fact that I’m not in my office (it’s easier to do the ironing/trimming in the dining room) or what, but my beloved Orange Boy is starting to get ever so slightly on Momma’s nerves, yeah.
Never mind—I know I’ll miss him when he’s gone so I’ll put up with the, “Meow? Meow? Meow” right now.
Why am I proud of myself, you ask? Because despite seeing them so, so, so many times on TikTok and FB stories, I have not yet tried making:
Which is good for me because I need to get back to work on a t-shirt quilting project for a friend. I was asked if I could do a sort of stained glass effect where the different panels are fitted together and separated with a thin border. I found a nifty way of doing this and I’m really hoping the recipient will love the result.
Apparently a high pressure dome from New Mexico is spreading into Texas this week, which means Anita Gigawatt will be strained once again and my head will feel like it’s been filled with concrete. This growing old shit is not for the weak, I can tell you that much.
It is amazing, how much better you feel after a good night’s sleep. I actually want to work and don’t want the world to explode anymore.
June has started with me getting all of the personal and business finances organized and up to date, all bill paperwork and receipts filed, and I even have the projected taxes calculated and ready to go on 6/15/23 and a reminder set up in Outlook. Because I know, I know, that something will happen that will completely blow any thought of that straight out of my mind and I’ll be sitting here at 11:59 PM on the fifteenth thinking, “…wasn’t there something I was supposed to do today?”
Seeing as I had a hell of a time getting to sleep last night I had a remarkably productive day (I did kinda think I was going to collapse into a coma around 5 but I powered through it). Got another Nicola book formatted and off to Smashwords and Google Play, worked on another episode for Kindle Vella, did my blog posts, updated the financial records for the month, got the bezel soldered for a pendant I’m making (I know I’m too tired to do any more work on it now—the setting will involve eensy pure silver balls and I need to be fully awake for that) and now I’m gonna go do my time on the treadmill, tra la!
I’ll take Sunday off, I promise.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Have you met me?
And I have made an executive decision. I am taking tomorrow off from the writing business. I still have more work to do but it’ll be there on Tuesday. Tomorrow I am taking my investment and my plasticine into the garage and I’m gonna make a set of earrings that I’ve wanted to do with some gorgeous 6mm amber cabochons and two flower-shaped shots that I pounded out a few weeks ago.
Melanie Fletcher 