Now that the party is over, I'm caught up on the canning, and the garden is going to have to get along without me until we drop below 100, I am concentrating on my hip again, so this morning I went down to the gym for some weight lifting and some pool walking.
I've decided that it must be something about being almost naked around a bunch of strangers that really brings out the best in people, because I always meet such nice people when I'm in the pool. Today was Wilma, who is 82 and who goes to the gym 6 days a week. While we were talking, another woman showed up who has had both legs amputated below the knee and who is apparently a Monday-Wednesday-Friday regular. I think any excuse I can come up with for not exercising has just been annihilated, so I'm going to drag my sorry self there again tomorrow morning.
After spending time with them, I came home determined to tackle that blasted table runner and stitched the remaining red ribbons:
and almost decided that every project doesn't have to be loved. Originally, I had planned to stitch the white ribbons with red thread, but if this has
any chance of laying flat, I think those white ribbons need to be able to move. From here the ribbons went to soak in the sink with some leftover pieces of wash-away stabilizer, which is starch, and some blocking and ironing. I think it has improved a lot--we'll find out tomorrow.
Still motivated by my new friends and thinking that honestly, even gauze can't really be worse than sewing on ribbons,
I dug out the gauze and a water bottle to smooth out wrinkles in the fabric as I laid it out to cut. This will be tomorrow's after-workout project...provided I'm still mobile. These 80-year-old ladies are a tough crowd to run with.........................
