Last Days of Everything!!

School is coming to an end and we have to be out of the old house tomorrow. We are so not ready for any of it. Also, Gene-Gene goes to Boy Scout camp on Saturday for a week. It's a good week to do their room. Steven is  flexible. I just need the paint colors. The boys are harder to get the colors for.

Today, Hernie-Roo, The Rooster, as I have been calling him, goes to the Henry Ford. I've never been there. I've been to Greenfield Village, but the car museum was not there when I was. He gets to take a lunch and is happy as a clam, except for his pollen allergies. We need to get him to someone who can help him with that.

I finished a shawl last night, my TGV. Modified to the max. It has a good shoulder shape for me and a nice drape for the fiber. I'm not a huge fan of the yarn. I am going to make it again in a yellow yarn that I will dye for my mom in law.

This Sunday my husband will be 45!! I can't believe it. He looks the same as the day I married him, but the daughter of his best man is graduating from college, so he's older. No one believes he is as old as he is. Everyone is going to Grandma's.I'm bringing the cake, but the kitchen is not together, so I'm buying. Better for everyone, because I won't stress out.

It's amazing what a family of 6 can amass in ten years. We are terrified we won't have it all out. Gene said the other day the storage unit is to Tetris Level 12. I'm sure it's way beyond that. Both the older boys do not think it's possible to get something that full, but dad is an origami expert when it comes to packing. I am constantly amazed. Sadly, my sewing machine is at the back. I may not see it again. I need a new one that sews straight, zig-zag and buttonholes. Nothing more. I have the embroidery machine, but you set it up for one and it's a pain to change. My husband broke a plastic part on y Brother. I'm not sure it's fixable, but if not, a replacement is not pricey,

Since I started felting, I've been jonesing for the Janome Needle Felter. I've thought about just a needle felting attachment, but I'd rather not wear it out faster. I am also giving up and starting the lookout for a new serger. Well, new to me. Someone who has traded  up. Mine was a gift from my mother in law, but it cuts threads and is persnickety. There are enough grouchy middle aged types around here. We don't need a helper to do that too. It does not have to self-thread. It just has to be a good machine that works wonderfully. The local sewing center has a lot of used ones.

Today, I have designed my own shawl along the lines of a Stephan West shawl. There are many who think his work is overrated and I was sliding in that direction, when I took a Cratsy Class on his designs. Now, I realize his taste is mine and I find a lof of comfort in knowing I'm part of a fan crowd. I guess that makes me a Fan Middle aged woman. Believe me, I'm not being paid to tell you about them, but it's learning that I can do at anytime and take the classes over and over again. They are a little pricey, but a local class would be more and a few of them are free. They have patterns too. Free patterns, not all are, have become an addiction of mine. It's sad.

So, I have my work cut out for me today and I have to transplant hostas,mint and chives. It's  little late in the season, but it is what it is. I've never divided hostas before. Seems straightforward. Which means I am bound to mess it up. :)