I’ve been busy. Walking the dog, trying to get in better shape, sewing, quilting, and then curling up in the fetal position on the couch because I hate the cold and the snow. Add to that an ice storm after two and a half days of snow storms, and I’m pretty dang cranky. Sigh. There is a certain beauty to this stuff, but I have grown so cold intolerant, I can barely stand to go out in it with the dog. The ice that fell on top of the snow made it really difficult for the little guy to get out there and take care of business. Luckily, I cleared some furniture out of the way and we now have a clear shot from my chair in the living room to the door out into the laundry room, so we’re playing ball that way. Here is how we started off:
And now we have slid on into this:
Two snow storms followed by an ice storm (still in progress). Unfortunately, I have a huge silver maple tree in the back yard. It managed to lose a good chunk of itself a bit ago without taking out the power lines right below it.
But then, about 20 minutes ago, the cats came tearing out of the back bedroom, and I went to investigate what spooked them. Another branch fell and this time took a line with it. I’m assuming it was the cable line, because I still have power and internet (internet is through a phone line). I’ve called the power company because the next branch is bowing badly and I can imagine that loss of power is not far off. The ice continues to form as rain hits all the frozen surface here.
I’m off to sew while I still can. Why did I not buy that treadle machine last summer? And the little bewildered pup will continue to root up the snow with his adorable nose!
-7° here this morning. This does not happen here. I am so grateful for my snuggly little house, which most of the time I think of as a drafty little icebox. I have to admit that it’s pretty cozy in here, but I dread seeing next month’s heating bill. I suppose we’re all in the same boat, not just here in Eugene, but it looks like most of the country is in the freezer these last few days. They say it will begin to warm up tomorrow and we may actually get above freezing by Tuesday! Yeah! In the meanwhile, I’m so glad I’m a quilter. Nothing like having warm blankies on hand when it’s cold outside.
As many of you know, over the years I have attended many a quilt show, taken a plethora of classes, and amassed an ungodly amount of quilting toys. A few years ago, I took a class on dye painting and, of course, had to buy all of the supplies. They have sat, pretty much unused, in my laundry room closet. Each winter, I see so many folks post about snow dyeing. I had no idea how to do it, but my friend Kim Stotsenberg was lamenting that I had gotten snow today and she hadn’t because she wanted to snow dye. I asked her for a few tips, and here you have it. My snow dyeing tub is in my tub, waiting for the snow to melt. I hope I will get something interesting and that it won’t be just a purple or black mess when it’s all done. I just used the basics – yellow, cyan, and magenta. I’m hoping for some purply-reds and greens, but we’ll see! I guess the waiting is half the fun.
Nothing (yeah, right) to do but quilt today, so it can snow all it wants. Apparently, it wants quite a lot. The ground was barely covered when I got up at about seven this morning. We now have over six inches of snow. I stuck the tape into it, but with my fused lower spine, and my clunky boots, I was not able to squat down to get a good angle on the ruler. I think my little cottage looks kind of cute and cozy in the snow. I’m staying inside! Quilting, sewing, and maybe a little knitting later on. Oh . . . ya . . . and I guess I should do a little bit of cleaning. Big sigh.
A bit over six inches of snow so far, and it’s still coming down!
Trying to get out the front gate
Jefferson Street, looking south
And, my cozy little cottage
Stay warm, and, if you have to go out, you might consider this mode of transportation, adopted by one of my neighbors this morning