We are fine. We are coping. My silence on the blog is just due to underlying pandemic stress sapping my energy (amen?).
Due to some people in this house whacking each other with the living room throw pillows, I needed to replace a pillow cover. I have a pillow cover for hot weather and one for cold weather. That is about as seasonal as my decorating gets! They ruined the hot weather cover.
I made a pillow cover of reds and greens, with the colors lightening up into the middle of the pillow. Normally I love the surprise of patchwork, but this time, the results lacked the gravitas I wanted in the living room. It looked like a little girl's bedroom to me, and I could not unsee it.
I kept turning this problem over in my mind at odd moments, poking through my fabric stash at other odd moments, and then I came up this red striped fabric and doily. No patchwork this time!
Ah, now this fits my vision of a summer I want to have: a little cottage by a lake, with tall trees and wildflowers and blue pitchers of milk, whitewashed walls in the sunshine, and a rocker creaking on the porch. Probably I would be alone. I love my people dearly and am very grateful for the community support we give and get. . . .but oh, my, I am a little fried from my people home all the time.