Month Eight of Covid Scare

I am sick of Covid...TBTG not sick with Covid...Grateful for that one.

To cheer myself, I have added to my 2020 quiltlet project...hopefully there will not be too many other crisis this year..

Spoonflower had a sale.  Who am I to say no,..when things seem quite dour and I get a chance for some fabric cheer??.

At half price, I could not stop at 2020 reminders.   I added some Swedish Dala horses

and a pickle fabric for Dyl.......Dylan...

After caring for grandchildren for 7/8 years .Why?  

Do I feel guilty when I spend a little money on myself..   Oh, well..

It is Grandma survival time. 

In the mail today came two new masks from Blue Cross/Blue Shield.

Plain...free...but plain.. Sooo I have done a bit of applique.

One for me and one for my sister.

My son just came from work, smelling like grease.

It reminded me of my father who was an airplane mechanic.

Eamon fixed cars for two people today. He is always happy when he has been working.

I am so trying not to eat nonstop...What else to do to fill the void at night. This isolation bit is for the birds..

I am making a plan...sewing and reading in the sun...for the day time...

Here is my piece of heaven.

Now I am watching The Indian Doctor on Amazon Prime (Thank you Carol)

And will start on the drawstring bags...

At least tomorrow I will have a visitor..Yeah!!!

Never thought I would look forward to a masked friend.

I just found this on the Megan Divine site...She is so right on!!

How Grief Changes Your Address Book

You Raise Me Up  ( I think that this was when he was at Carnegie Mellon.