I think the description is probably what sold me on this book. It just really grabbed me for some reason:
Meet Florence Gordon, a blunt, brilliant feminist. At seventy-five, Florence wants to be left alone to write her memoir and shape her legacy. But when her son and his family come to visit, they embroil Florence in their dramas, threatening her coveted solitude. Marked with searing wit, sophisticated intelligence, and a tender respect for humanity, Florence Gordon is cast with a constellation of unforgettable characters. Chief among them is Florence herself, who can humble fools with a single barbed line, but who eventually finds that there are some realities even she cannot outwit.
"Starbucks now?" Emily said.
"This is why we're here," Florence said. "To make sure the cops don't get out of hand.""Are you sure that's possible?""Of course not. But sometimes it's amazing what a sobering effect an old lady can have. "particularly an old lady with a cane."
This week I've tackled a couple of simple projects that involved my sewing machine. Boy! Do I need a new sewing machine! But that is a subject for another day.
I had a few rips and tears that needed some repair, a hem that needed restitching, and a sort-of-simple project I'd agreed to do for my son. He had a chair that is hauled around to the ball parks that has seen a lot of miles and a lot of ball-park hours. The back had simply ripped away from the support pieces. They don't always need that chair because he is usually coaching the team and Harris is usually playing in the game and Linley is usually playing with her friends and Jessica has another chair. However, sometimes one of them needs a place to perch between games or something and it is good to have the second chair. He asked if I might be able to make a simple slip-on, director's chair type back for it and I agreed to give it a try. He picked up some fabric and brought it to me.
After I did some tidying and organizing of the sewing corner of my office/workroom, I sat to catch my breath and gave the fabric and chair some thought about how best to tackle this project. Soon, I had a plan and dove right in. The fabric has a canvas-type feel on one side and a rubbery-type backing. I didn't want the backing to show and didn't want to have a lot of pressing and seam finishing. So, I decided to do a self-lined strip that folds over on either end and slides onto the support pieces.
I had ordered some upholstery needles for my machine and I am so glad that I did. The new needle slid right through the thickness of the heavy-duty fabric and made the job so much easier than trying to use a regular needle and get through a couple or three thicknesses of the fabric. The project went smoothly and didn't take long at all to complete. So, that was a happy win as well!
I sent a couple of photos to my son of the completed project and told him that there is fabric left over. He asked if I could make another just like it because the other chair they have is sort of on its last gasp. So, I stitched up a second one in less than half the time. It feels so good to have a project that is simple, goes quickly and smoothly, and complete!
-What I've Been Loving -
These warm, sunny days that we've been having lately have been so very nice. It just brightens my soul - even as I am peering out at it and coughing. I've found that, as I age, I really look forward to spring more and more. One of the harbingers of spring has always been the blooming of the daffodils and forsythia. I was out for a while yesterday and really enjoyed seeing all the cascading forsythia in different yards. Each spring I tell myself that I wish we had a forsythia hedge somewhere. Then, I pause and remember that the beautiful season is short-lived and then it just looks like any other bush or bramble. Still...
Daffodils have always held a special place in my heart. I recall that as a little girl, both my grandmothers had rows of daffodils lining the walkway up toward their front door. Theirs were thick borders and were great for hiding those hard multi-colored candy-coated marshmallow eggs during egg hunts. Then, my mother unearthed a rock walkway in front of our house when I was a bit older and lined it with daffodils, too. So, my children got the egg hunt experience as well.
After I moved here, my beloved father-in-law and I were chatting on the porch one spring afternoon and I mentioned how much I enjoyed seeing the beautiful daffodils. There was a little clump in the field in front of their home and he told me to go dig me up a few bulbs and put them where I could see them each spring and enjoy them. So, I did.
I put a couple of bulbs at the foot of our front porch steps. They've come up every year and had a bloom or two but this year they really have upped their game and look like little rays of sunshine.
I chuckled at how one of the clumps on the side of the steps has been shifted a little and looks like it is peeking out from under the yew bush. It probably got dug up by a mulcher and then just tossed back into the mix.
I put a handful of bulbs in the bed across the driveway at the back of the house. They have proliferated and really look pretty. I see them from a little different angle than this as I am looking out the window while washing dishes in the kitchen. Again, a burst of sunshine! I also think of my father-in-law and miss our little chats and secret shares of sweet breads. The daffodils have sort of helped me to enjoy the sunny, warm days in two different ways and I've been loving it! I hope your days have had some sunshine and maybe a daffodil or forsythia smile or two as well!