I was going to write about

The view from the deck of the house we stayed in. And I was going to brag (again) about my mother's mad sewing skills and show you the crayon bags she made (photo by Kent).



Then I was going to write about how excited I am because I'm getting a compact sewing cabinet which will make doing my projects a LOT more convenient.








Instead I'm going to complain about a leaky kitchen faucet that's created a mess under the sink. After the no-water issue earlier this week, I ought to be grateful to have water. I would just prefer it not be standing in my cabinet, forcing me to empty everything out and then mop up all that water.

Edited to add: And NOW I'm going to really complain about the mold growing in our closet. We have a leak and it's from the sidewalk above the closet so the condo association is supposed to repair it. I really hope the condo association doesn't forget this needs to be fixed ASAP. No wonder I can't breathe.

Such excitement

Yesterday afternoon I put in a load of laundry, which is pretty typical for a Monday. Our apartment is small so I can hear the machine as it cycles through. When the noise stopped, I went to put it in the dryer only to realize the washer was making a weird humming noise, and was stuck trying to fill and rinse the load. The only thing that worked was the spin feature. Blah.

We have no idea how old our machines are so I figured our washer just needed some repair work. Meanwhile, I put the clothes in the dryer so they wouldn't get smelly. Then I realized the toilet was running. Sigh. OK well I knew the handle was getting a little loose and Kent just hadn't been able to take care of it yet. THEN I noticed that the water in the toilet was really brown and silty. Yikes!

But wait, it gets worse. I tried to wash my hands and holy cow, NO water came out of the kitchen faucet. OK now that was getting a bit serious--you probably remember when our toilet clogged and I had to spend the night in an overpriced hotel room. I confess, that's what ran through my head.

Kent got home and said he saw Boston Water Department repair trucks outside plus neighbors milling around, so we realized it wasn't just us, nor was it our washer (whew) but a slightly bigger issue. Thankfully the water came back on around 7, and I promptly forgot about it.

Until this morning while in the middle of my shower--I realized I had only dribbles coming out of the shower head. I've never shampooed so fast in my life. I'd shaved my right leg but the left leg remains a bit furry even now. I headed to the public library to both return books and use their bathroom, and on the way there, I checked our front door. This is what I found:











So the good news is we should have water again by 3 PM and with luck I won't have a repeat of this tomorrow. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Super quick update

Kent is busy processing the over 200 photographs he took this week. As he uploads them, I'll be snagging the best of the best and putting them here. Meanwhile, here's a great picture of the three little girls in their dresses I made for them.

I cried

I picked out the materials and pattern for this quilt a long time ago. My mother had offered to make me a quilt back when she first started quilting and I chose this pattern and these materials. Well it's always difficult to make something you don't actually like, and my mother and I have very different taste. So long story short, this quilt didn't get made. She started it and would pick it up from time to time, but honestly her heart wasn't in it.

I don't entirely know what changed her mind, but she brought it here to Estes Park at our family reunion and put it on our bed. Here's a close up of the materials:



I still love it and in fact I slept with it on our bed last night. Now I'm looking forward (sort of) to colder weather in Boston because this beautiful quilt will be on our bed.

Thank you, Mom.

Maybe it's a new yoga pose

Whatever it is, it sure isn't downward dog. I'm off to Colorado for a family reunion and I'll probably post some pictures from there later this week.

Boo

I saw this snail in the window well this morning and wanted to grab a picture of it. Then I noticed the paint peeling off the side of the window well. Looks like we've had enough rain that the hydrostatic pressure is pushing the paint right off the concrete.

Busy day yesterday

Sometimes I amaze myself. Yesterday I baked bread, made a dress, made a cake and made a bag. Then Kent and I went to a birthday party--the cake and the bag were for that party. Take a look at the dress and the bag.



Here's a close up of the dress material.