~A Sewing Spot~

Ive been sitting today looking at my sewing machine over there

by the desk..Im sitting and making a plan of attack at just how I

was going to go about fixing it over there so I don't have to move

a zillion things to be able to sew.. I know I will have to pull my

machine out away from the wall...well first clean the stuff off the

top of it..There on the side of the machine, there is a bar that opens

out, I have a piece of cloth stuck in there, that's what the white

spot is..or it will pop open anytime it wants.. Its to hold the lid,

well the top of the cabinet thing.. The way it is..if I opened it

Up..it would flip back up this way and it would hit the shelf above

it, that's why it has to be pulled out first..

I havent tried putting my chair up there yet, as I think I may be

able to transfer to that little bench that is there.. I get nervous

thinking of sitting on that with no arm rests.. but I think If I put

my chair right up to the back of that bench if I transfer to it..It

would give me a better sense of security.. I don't like being un

safe.. Ive learned the hard way how easy it is to fall out of this

chair.. The bench may be the perfect height for me to reach the

lever that is underneath on the right side to run the machine..

It will take planning and maneuvering to do it.. I may be able to

just take the arms off this wheel chair and that might work.. I

just have to plan exactly what I want to do or It will cause me

extra moves and rolls and maybe even transfers I wouldn't

have to do .. I plan first..THEN I attack a situation or problem..
The sewing machine inside there is a old Singer, the black head

one.. It was taken off an old treadle machine and put into this

cabinet.. Its a beautiful one..well taken care of..It was given to me

by my dearest friend in the hhome.. Ceola.. She was my constant

companion every day while I was in there.. She was a dearie..

and so lovely... her hair was so snowy white..and if you saw her

in person..could see the porcelain skin she had..and twinkly blue

eyes.. She was a sweetie.. She carved eggs.. those huge ones.

ostrich ones I think.. and she had some on display out in the lobby,

I was in awe of what she could do with them.. She loved to sew..

when I moved out of there, her son Randy delivered her sewing

machine to me..and that's it there.. Means a lot to me.. and it

sews wonderful.. She couldn't live alone anymore..and Randy put

her in there.. she was really hurt by that..but he never knew how

she felt.. she never told him.. Not long after I left she passed away.

I was so sick then that I couldn't go to her funeral.. She helped me

make it through that place.. Look on her right wrist.. there is one of

the bracelets that I made...

But I think if I clean out that desk, and rearrange I could make a

nice little sewing area..with out a lot of mess..I could possibly do

this in the bedroom but that carpet in there is a 1000 times worse

than this in here.. I hesitate and take a deep breathe before I even

venture the trudge through the bedroom to my bed...I think this

will do I just have to plan..:-)

Well I skipped lunch and its time I made some food to eat..what-

I don't know.. I am just gonna raid the fridge and see whats there.

I have left over meat pie..so I may nuke some of that.. Im tired

and don't feel like going through a big deal to cook..so the pie

will save me a lot of work.. I sound like I hate work and I really don't,

its just well tedious..and I have to do more than just basics to do

anything I guess is why.. But, its that time again..for my famous

GORGEOUS WEEBLE words.. "Nitey Nite".. :-)

Y'all have a good one now, Y'hear? Love ya..and thanks ! :-)

ALways, Lois ****

God Bless you, is my prayer today,

I'm so honored to call you "friend";

I pray the Lord will keep you safe,

Until I write again.....