And more pink

 I finished the "Chandelier" quilt (so named, I guess, because the diagonally-set squares look like the cut glass drops on old chandeliers)

the print fabrics are a couple of charm packs from the "Pemberley" line. It was a challenge to separate colors/prints (and I wasn't always successful) because it was a line with not very many different versions of either.

Also, I had to restitch some seams because that pink is super ravelly. I wish I remember what fabric brand it was and I'd just not buy it again. (Also, I wasn't perhaps as careful as I might be in pinning/trimming the blocks before setting them, and a few of the long setting seams, I didn't catch the seam allowance well the first time. 

I'm going to think a bit before getting it quilted - I do have a backing fabric that should work but I'm not sure what design I would want. 

Other than that - sort of a tired weekend. Friday I cleaned house (not completely but did get the kitchen, dining room, and most of the living room and bathroom done) and then mowed the lawn late in the day. Saturday was a workday at church and it was really warm in the upstairs where I was doing some of the work (we don't put air conditioning on in the rooms not in regular use, which is most of them in the summer)

Also, having some bad dreams. I really think it's being too warm and the humidity here at night. I won't give a lot of detail in order to avoid implanting the images in your brain. Well, the more-benign of the ones was someone yelling at me in public because I was choosing to still wear a mask and no one else was. The other one was my brain trying to wrap itself around the 600,000-some dead (in this nation alone; much more in the world as a whole) and so I had an unpleasant mental image (basically: miles and miles of coffins) but also at one point in the dream two colleagues and I were sitting around a table trying to figure out what to do in order to keep working - in this alternate universe, the disease was both more deadly and masks helped little, that the only thing you could do was isolate yourself, so we had all chosen to isolate ourselves from all other people....

It's going to take a while for me to sort all this mentally. I thought the counseling had helped, and also I recognize that I was far, far luckier than most people in this: I kept my job, I didn't get sick, the two people I know who died of it were not people I was extremely close to, I was able to work remotely, I'm now fully vaccinated. But still....I think last year had more of an impact on me than it should have.

Sitting in church today thinking about how a good solid hug might fix things but there's really no one I can ask. Or something. I don't know. I need some kind of comfort but I'm not quite sure what.

Also today was kind of hard (Well, so was yesterday evening; I was listening to the "call in" show someone named Jim Davis does on the BBC radio - it's their overnight program - and they were discussing Father's Day. It wasn't a brilliant show and some of those call in shows get the odd and the lonely and the opinionated, but I just needed the sounds of human voices while I was sewing. I tried RadioGarden but couldn't find a station I liked - I would love some kind of localish station where people just talk about stuff, nothing too controversial or argumentative. A lot of the time BBC 4 programs fit that bill, but they sign off for the night late afternoon here). In some ways it seems harder than last year did, because last year was so topsy turvy still and this year I went to church and the message WAS partly about Father's Day and there are all the ads and stuff and while in a way I think it's a relief my dad didn't have to try to cope with the pandemic (all the doctors' appointments, and the fact that his lungs were bad and he had some heart issues and if he had gotten COVID it probably would have taken him down fast, and maybe my mom with him), still, I miss him, and it's still kind of difficult. Not as hard as Thanksgiving or Christmas was, not as hard as what would have been his 85th birthday (which was right before all the pandemic stuff hit), but still....I'm a little lonesome and melancholy and that may play a role in the dreams I'm having

Still, I wish it were cooler and less humid.