One of the things to learn on my bucket list is bobbin lace. I just began to practice the stitches for the first time today - baby steps and a long way to go! Now here's the good part. After I'd been practicing awhile, Bob asked how was my Bo-diddly coming along? Me: huh? wha... oooh, you mean bobbin lace?
Well, I had a tough time deciding whether to put this under my hobbies I do for me, or on the regular Bob blog!
Bob has no right hand/arm usage, but a good working left hand, and he's left handed
The thing is, he can leave the stroke hand in his sweatshirt sleeve or under his lap cover, but he likes to USE his good hand, and so when he's on the porch in marginal weather, his hand gets cold! Putting a glove on the good hand, would kinda render it useless for picking up his army men
I know that the stroke people can not really get into any of the crafts I talk about, but I'm hoping that it will give some ideas to caregivers who find themselves at home more, and may need something of their own to do.
So Aug 2015, I begun to have some time to actually DO something and began to crochet again, and think about all my crafts I hadn't really had time for since Feb 2012. Then this Dec 2015, I decided to get into tatting. Since I had to learn it from scratch, it was something th
1. Just this weekend we both had stomach virus. I'll spare the details on that one.
2. I know better than to put plastic bags of cans or jars on a chair, because they will always roll off. But last night I stopped and put them on a rocking chair, so I could hurry to give Bob some meds I brought home. When I went to get the bag a 2bl 8oz jar of peanut butter hit my foot, right where the big toe attaches to the foot. I thought for sure it was broken. I knew better to not put the stuff on that cha
Started June 14, 2014 and left to sulk in a corner since then. Finished last night around 2am. The color is actual a bright teal, but flash cameras can't pick it up right. RIPPLE RHYTHM DOILY.
Bob has improved enough that I now have time to think about me and the things I used to enjoy doing. I am digging out projects that were started before Bob stroked and trying to finish them. I don't want my life to be defined by a home filled with incompletes. Before I really had no choice, and gladly gave all my time to Bob's care, but now there is time for me too. So this blog will be about me, picking up some threads of my life where they were cut off, and trying to fit me into my life again.
