More Gifts From Friends

My friend Sunnie texted me yesterday afternoon and asked if she could drop something off. I was home so I said yes, and a few minutes later she pulled into the driveway. I jokingly asked her if she was bringing me pants to hem and she said, “Oh, no, that’s Robin! I brought you something fun!”

Robin went to visit Sunnie in Texas in March and the two of them went fabric shopping. Sunnie is an artist although she doesn’t sew. She does, however, shop. She and Robin saw this fabric and decided I needed some.

Certainly I shall make myself an apron from this! They also found a coordinating green solid that I can use for the back.

I need to visit the raspberry patch this morning before it gets hot, but then I have a whole day of sewing ahead of me. I have two LDTs cut out and ready to assemble. I pressed all the fabric for the home dec serger class samples yesterday afternoon and need to make those. I need to cut out the pieces for another pair of Renee pants—black Robert Kaufman ponte for these—so I can use them for demonstration purposes in class on Friday. One of the patterns I want to try has a neckline edge treatment that is going to require some experimentation before I attempt it on the actual garment.

And I’ll be keeping one eye on the weather—the fire that is burning on the west side of Flathead Lake, near the junction of Hwy 28 and Hwy 93, jumped the highway and also started burning north, so the sheriff was going door to door to evacuate residents. That fire has burned over 12,000 acres. One structure was lost. Fire managers requested engines from a couple of Flathead County rural fire departments; I heard them get paged out just before dinnertime yesterday. Hwy 93 was shut down because of poor visibility. (The NBC Montana website has pictures if you want to look.) I woke up around midnight last night to hear rumbles of thunder from a storm over the mountains just east of us. I doubt the storm dropped any rain, but I saw several flashes of lightning. It is still hot and this afternoon is supposed to be windy. That is not a good combination of conditions.

I will not complain about snow when it comes. This is, without a doubt, my least favorite time of the year. (March runs a close second.) My cousin’s daughter is coming for a visit at the end of August and I’m really hoping the whole place isn’t on fire. The chickens don’t like the heat, either. They’ve stopped laying and there’s a lot of arguing and pecking going on in the coop. I’m going to rig up a misting system in the chicken yard for them today.