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Getting it done, Part 20

Well, here we are, nearing the end of July...

The "done" list is getting longer, ever so slowly.  With sweet hubby out of town and a Peanut who doesn't nap, there is little time for accomplishing tasks. I've had a few really fun (and helpful!) visitors, too, but can't accomplish much (other than spending time with them, of course!) when they are here. 

So, without further ado, I've finished:
1. a pair of garnet gingham geranium dresses, for Peanut and Miss Middle

2. a "now and later" baby gift: two burp cloths and a size 18 month baby bubble

3. Embroidery of a baby's name on a quilt for a baby gift (for someone else to gift)

4. New bloomers (monogrammed) for Miss Middle

5. (finally!) hemmed the white dress into a white shirt; added a new front bodice

6. Attached the inner seat back to the grey chair, and 10 of 13 buttons, too

7. Monogrammed a set of towels for a wedding gift (and the wedding isn't until November -- I feel very ahead on this one!)

8. Made two wearable muslins (and one true muslin) of the washi dress
 

9. Dyed the washi muslins new colors and re-dyed the pink shorts

10. Prepped and cut out "real" washi fabric -- hoping to have a truly wearable dress before our family beach trip


 Next up:
A "real" washi dress, finishing the grey chair, monogramming some beach towels, packing and packing and playing and repacking and unpacking....and then basically straight back to get ready for school starting.

It feels very bittersweet, to finally be arriving at our family beach trip for the summer -- usually we have many, and the packing isn't terrible since we go to a family home -- but with the family home under renovation, this is it.  It will be fun and different and in some ways, the same, I'm sure -- but the getting there feels daunting on the packing and prepping side of things.

And the family beach trip, this summer, marks the end of the summer -- the kids will have two more weeks of day camps while sweet hubby and I head to in-service days. I'm hopeful that I will still have both the energy and the desire to keep working on "just because/just for fun" projects, but I'm fairly certain that reality will dictate some of my current project "work" time be used for housework.  Only time will tell!




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