I have several pieces of flannelette that were my first fabric purchases a long while ago. I think I am going to sew a couple of good warm flannelette shirts that I can wear over top of a turtleneck or t shirt. And while I am doing that I am going to think about what to sew with some nice red and black buffalo check flannelette. I have four metres of it and it could become pajama pants but I remember seeing it after I washed it and folded it. It just instantly spoke dress to me. Would a red and black buffalo check dress be too weird?
I may also sew up the very lovely pink corduroy that I got at the same time as the red stuff. That will be a shirt too, a Waikere, with long sleeves just like the flannelette fabrics. It just speaks to me of warm. It did cross my mind that that would make a really cozy dress too but it would be almost more than my washing machine (small) could handle.
Maybe tomorrow.
I ended up working in my room for most of the afternoon. It was time to go through all the yarn in my display cabinet and it was time for a big dig in my stash. I ran out of steam when I had a stack and a half of containers to go through yet. I am too tuckered to go on and there is always tomorrow to finish up.
I love when I dig in the yarn. It isn't that I forget how much lovely stuff I have but it always feels like going through treasures. And it makes me feel very rich in a very special way.
I am rich in all the ways that matter. I have great sons that I am so proud of. I have two lovely daughters in law and I have grandchildren. Oh goodness, my grandchildren. How I love those kids. Six grandsons and one granddaughter. I am rich in every way that matters plus I have a lovely stash of yarn, bought when I could afford such friperies. And slowly, oh so achingly slowly, my hands are feeling better and are leading to to take up my knitting once again.
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