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Getting it done, part 13!

Few projects to report, as spring has sprung and the busy season known as the month of May is upon us. I'm counting down the few days I have left with child care (8.5) and trying to squeeze in as many errands and projects as possible.  However, I'm only capable of so much, and there are only so many staples I can pull out of a chair at a time....

So yes, I've started in on de-construction of yellow chair number two. I'm trying to pull a few staples every chance I get, because my wrist strength is not such that I can sit and pull staples for more than about 10 minutes at a time. Here's what I've been getting done, this time:

1. Beginning de-construction of yellow chair number 2
2. Embroidery (design from Urban Threads) on my round casserole dish cover


3. Two more monogrammed pillowcases, to complete the sheet set
4. Rally signs for the teacher's protest on May 1, in favor of fully funding education. (The one in Spanish says, "Our students deserve the best" and the other was for Peanut, age 5, to carry.  I also made one that said "W.T.F. Where's the funding?" and got a kick out of it being my mom who carried that one while we were there.)

5. A little circe (sursee -- small, unexpected gift) for Peanut's teachers

6. Sending that quilt off to be quilted! (It will be terrible, have puckers and pulls and tucks and all, but it is now out of my hands, and I'm going to be happy with whatever comes back to me.  It's all about my attitude, right?)
7. Finished re-dyeing the bleached shorts (in fact, I'm wearing them now!)

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