And all other body parts too!
Hurray! Much more seasonal Wisconsin weather has arrived.
|'Queen Red Lime' Zinnia and a butterfly for your viewing enjoyment.|
|Why can't all my winged visitors be beautiful? (And not sting me.)|
The hot weather did come in handy for some things, though. This past weekend found me yanking down all the curtains and tablecloths in the house and stuffing them into my Maytag wringer washer for a good bath followed by sunbathing on the washlines. In just a few hours, they were ready to rehang again, all fresh and clean.
|Ain't she a beauty? I bought this antique lace tablecloth for a few dollars at a rummage sale a few years ago. (I didn't stuff this one into the washing machine; I treat it gently.)|
Unbeknownst to me, Carl knew all about her project, but kept it a secret as it was to be a Christmas present.
Mom had originally planned to make the bedspread to simply fit the top of our queen-sized waterbed mattress (yes, we still have the waterbed) but without draping over the sides.
But then Carl got involved and told her it would be nicer if she made it large enough to reach the floor all the way around. So, going back to the drawing board, Mom had to figure out how to add on to the width. I never learned to crochet, but Mom always said how much work it was to remodel the bedspread into the gargantuan beast it then became.
This is one of the few times I wish Carl hadn't gotten involved in a project. Truth be told, I would have much preferred a smaller bedspread especially when it comes time for washing. Mom said she had her doubts about enlarging it, too, but she did as Carl asked.
When I opened my gift on Christmas Day, even before I had it totally unwrapped, the first thing Mom blurted out was, "I'm sorry it is so big, but that's what Carl wanted. I don't know how you will ever wash it."
Well, way to go, Carl.
And yes, every time I wash it, he hears about it all over again. (The gift that keeps on giving......ha.)
Mom needn't have worried; I loved the bedspread and it is has kept us warm for almost forty years now.
|Mom, age 95, in the garden for the last time in 2016, helping with fall cleanup. I had to be sneaky when I took her picture as she was always camera-shy.|
|Mom at her home, January 2017|