I had promised my daughter I would make throw pillows for her, since she was not in the mood to pay someone hundreds of dollars to do the job. Really?? I wonder why. Got one done and another cut out, which I will sew together tomorrow. And probably do the third, as well. There is nothing like a deadline; Jessica and Miss Emma are coming out to visit on Sunday and I need to get these done.
With all the rain we have been having, my postage stamp garden looks pretty good. I just have to keep spritzing it with deer spray every other day, after it rains so they don't eat my daylilies. I shudder to imagine they will all have been decimated when I get home from my next trip. Leaving for the left coast. Going a couple of days early so I can spend time with my cousins, who live there.
I have been on a binge of reading every book written by Jojo Moyes, and this has been as good as taking a vacation. Sprawled on my mother's sofa, which replaced the huge sectional I never liked because t was too soft and deep for me, I have been in heaven. Almost. It needs to be reupholstered after 40 years, along with my father's club chair. That will happen when I get back. I am going to lose the skirts for a more contemporary look and ditch the turquoise for something neutral and textured.