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The Tuit list

 I was introduced to the concept of a "Tuit list" by my sewing friends. A tuit list is the stuff that you think "I will get to it when I have the time". I am between big projects and so I have gotten to some of those things.


After my mother died I, inherited two similar buy not identical ceramic lamps from her. The lamps used to live on our porch. One of these lamps now lives in our living room. I hated the shade. It looked dingy and it looked completely disconnected from the ceramic lamp. I have thought about what I need to do to improve the shade for the past ten years.  I have thought about various solutions to the sad lampshade and have watched more than my fair share of lampshade DIY videos on YouTube.


Last night my husband and a friend got together for a beer. I got to work on the lampshade. First I painted the interior gold with acrylic paint.


Then I painted the outside of the lamp with black acrylic paint so the lamp was at least having a conversation with the hand made base.



As they say, "It's good enough for government work".



This will do until I come up with a better solution.


Another item on my Tuit list was a little merino wool short sleeved cardigan that had begun life as a merino wool t-shirt. It had four  moth holes.



I suppose that I could have tossed it. But I crochet the edging on this sweater on the drive up to Boston for the funeral of a child of dear friends. This sweater is for me a reminder of the intensity of feeling of that day. If it were a different sweater I would have tossed it .This sweater holds memories, so I darned it.

The reality is that darning the four holes took less than five minutes. 


You just pull the edges of the hole together by stitching the edges of the hole together on the wrong side of the sweater. The mend is nearly invisible .If I had purchased the sweater new instead of in a thrift I might have a little bit of the yarn wrapped around a tag. Sewing thread isn't quite as invisible but it does the job.




I used a darning egg for one of the larger holes.



So now I can continue to wear the sweater that contains so many memories.






 It's Friday and I cooked chicken with lots of cranberries and a couple of tiny clementines.



I started a big soup last night and after I type I will finish making dinner.

Shabbat Shalom!








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