I thought this was going to be a productive day. Why do I expect every day to be productive? Well, why shouldn't I? My frustration stems from wanting to get a painting project finished. I wanted to paint the area leading downstairs. I could manage the bottom portion but not the upper.
I considered it but remembered I'm not as good as I once was. I asked around about a reasonable professional painter with the proper ladder to do high places in stairways. I called him 10 days ago and it took him six days to look at the job with the start day 3 days later. Now, his kids have the flu and so does he. Nothing will happen until next week...maybe.
I know he can't help it but my frustration is that I can't do this job myself.
The turkeys are getting bolder. Not only are they in the back yard everyday but now they have ventured in the front yard, too. This is what I saw in the driveway when I came home from the gym this morning.
This is practically at my front door. Yes, that is fresh snow and it's coming down pretty good this afternoon. A fresh coating is needed to cover all the Minnie poops.
Two more sister bears are finished.
The red and black was from a tank top and there wasn't enough material to do the entire bear. I had to borrow from another garment.
This was made from her white sweater and the "dress" is from a pink camisole. The outfit was ordered by her 9 year old granddaughter. She was very specific about what she wanted and how she wanted it.
It's still snowing big white flakes so I guess I won't venture down the road too far as planned. I'll make some tea and go to the sewing room and see what I can accomplish. Hope your frustrations are minimal.