buttons

 I had a bad case of monkey brain last week.  Too many things to do and not knowing where to start.  We are moving this week, on Thursday the movers are going to move our furniture to the new house so I have been moving stuff the past week and lots more to move this week.  I started moving some of the dishes and picked up a glass jar that had yogurt in it and thought should I keep this or put it in the recycle.  It is the perfect little jar for buttons so rather than sorting and tossing more of my stuff I sorted my buttons into the little jars by color.  Sometimes I just need to accomplish one little thing to feel like I accomplished something.  I found these really old fabric covered buttons I think they were on a coat my mother had in college. They were stitched to the garment through the cloth that pokes through the hole in the back of the metal part.
I'm moving my sewing room closet today.  I sure hope I can concentrate and not find trivial things to organize but I really like having my stuff organized.  --Ann--

Walking

I never pass up the opportunity to crunch through leaves when I go for a walk.  I used every ounce of restrain walking past one very impressive pile of leaves.  I would have had to deviate far off the path to jump in the pile.  I can just see the report in the paper 60 some year old woman caught jumping and scattering a pile of leaves, home owner called in a complaint of malicious mischief.  I'm so mature some days.  The sound brings back memories.  We didn't have many trees on the farm when I was growing up, the trees were as young as I was but we would frequently go the the state parks near us.  Mom would pack a picnic and Sunday afternoon we would crunch through the leaves and we would pick the bits out of our socks all the way home.  I have seen a few people raking leaves and only one child jumping in them the rest are  using their baggers on the mower or the leaf blower in reverse vacuuming clean their grass.
Some of the leaves stained the sidewalk on a wet day but it fades so quickly.  --Ann--

Go Vote

I pass this little door when I walk some days depending on which path I take.  I wonder who lives there, a faerie? a rabbit? a squirrel? an elf? I didn't smell cookies baking.  Or maybe there is a lift for a wise old owl to get to the top of the tree. Yesterday I was brave and knocked but no one answered, they must have thought I was a politician asking for their vote.
Go Vote!!!
--Ann--

socks

I always have two pair of socks in progress, one where I drink my coffee in the morning and afternoon and one in my sewing room so I can knit a few rows while I'm deciding what to do next with whatever I am quilting. --Ann--