I asked him to cut the lawn
Our son, Robbie, came back again this week to do some more projects for the office/design/sewing studio. He drove down here (190 miles round trip) to help.He was here two weeks ago (click on Labor of Love) working hard with me. This time, he and his dad tackled three important items on our list. The first one was hanging shelves in the sewing studio closet for storing machines and old quilts, plus family photos. Then, he hung new folding doors in front of the washer/dryer area.

The new shelves are hung level and plumb and are ready to be stuffed full. In the “workway hallroom” my new fabric storage cupboards are to the right, and a huge drop leaf table for pinning quilts (or sorting laundry) sits to the left of the new doors.The lawn had to be cut to size – 81” by 81” x 115” right triangle. Robbie’s friend Lisa and I laid the lawn pile-side down on our lower landing and marked off one edge with masking tape. Robbie, of course, measured again and tweaked our calculations a bit. He cut one side with a box knife, but decided to cut the hypotenuse side with big scissors. I realize now I should have sacrificed a rotary cutter for the project and skipped the scissors. The lawn is a big piece of heavy-duty plastic fabric with tufts.
Labels: family, home, island life, quilting
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