my pink life, mi vida rosada

My mother in law went to heaven on May 6. Sweet hubby *might* make it home on May 23, just in time to start two weeks of self-isolation while the kids and I vacate the house. #MeMadeMay has spurred my making back into action, though it still ebbs and flows. Just today I finally sewed the buttons on the Beatrix top mentioned in my last post.  That floral knit did, indeed, become the skirt of a dress.  The sleeveless Jade top earned me an instagram shout-out by Rae Hoekstra , herself.  I wore a new Cleo skirt today.  And I sewed up a muslin for Rose shorts, and then I made a pattern alteration and sewed up a new muslin.  And I also stress-ordered some more fabric, and I printed the Gemma pattern, and in my brain it makes total sense for me to be making so many things, but in reality it probably is a misplaced coping mechanism.  Certainly it would be better for me to be doing things like mopping the kitchen floor or cleaning the toilets during naptime, but often I go into my

Sweet hubby is still away. His mom is still alive, but also still declining.  There is no way to gauge how much longer she will be alive.  There is no real way to understand whether her prognosis is different because of Covid-19 closing all of the clinics or whether her cancer was so advanced by the time they found it that it is a small mercy she is not also trying to undergo invasive treatment for a losing battle. I miss him. The kids miss him. His CAT misses him. The chickens probably miss him, too.  I'm sure they would at least appreciate having a clean coop again, but that is something that is just a little bit too far out of my wheelhouse right now. Nearly two weeks ago, my parents and I decided it was time to join each other's "social distancing" bubbles.  IT WAS THE BEST CHOICE.  It is so, so, so nice to be able to spend time with them in person.  It is SO NICE to let them watch the kids play outside while I cook supper. It is WINNING to have my dad a