It was foggy all day yesterday. I went out after supper and snapped this photo of the sun breaking through the clouds.
The background for each is a piece of homespun plaid, an homage to the plaid shirts Stevens wore.
I had a fabric adventure last week. I wanted a navy skirt to wear at the funeral. I still have tissue paper patterns and a fashion fabric stash. I was excited to find wool yardage, but it turned out to be black. I went to one Joann's--very little left, let alone anything resembling skirt-weight wool (poly would have done). So I drove to Vogue Fabrics in Evanston. They downsized and moved several years ago and I had not been to the new store. But, whew, they still had bolts and bolts of suiting wools including a navy that was just right. $29.95/yard, but I only needed one yard.
Oh, yes, Vogue has quilting cotton....and I bought some. But not very much.
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I've enjoyed reading books set in Maine since before I met Stevens. I admit that this one is not "Down East quaint charm." Nor is it Stephen King. More like The Beans of Egypt, Maine, set in a mill town (Waterville) with Franco-Americans and drugs. It's also about heritage, pride, and love of family no matter what. Well-written but definitely not cheerful.
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