When I wake up tomorrow, there will be just three days left of summer, and unlike the two weeks I would spend at my grandmother’s each summer and which moved at a deliciously slow and languid pace, this past summer just flew past.
In an effort to recapture that sense of an endless summer, today, I spent as much of the afternoon as I could out on the deck of my house working on pieces for my 2014 State Fair project. This included not only making new squares, but weaving in the ends of squares I had already made, including all of the pieces for a corner panel that depicts the television set in my grandmother’s living room:
There is nothing on the screen in my rendition, because the television set was off most of the time I was at my grandmother’s.
My grandmother did not approve of soap operas, and would have been too busy with her housework, yard work, and phone conversations to have indulged in the middle of the day. So her television stood quietly in its corner most of the day, waiting for the nightly newscasts.
I will surely miss this summer when it is gone, but I will do what I can to make hay while the sun shines, and pack in as much crochet fun into these last three days of summer.