Fuzz

Thank you for all the kind thoughts, condolences and cyber hugs for my father’s death. It’s been a tough year for me. 2019 will definitely go down as significant for me if not entirely pleasant. On the plus side, I am surviving Stage 4 Ovarian cancer — that used to be a death sentence. Also, I’ve become closer to my niece through my sister’s (her mother) and my father’s (her grandfather) deaths.  Proud too.   She has stepped-up to her inheritance as the Matriarch of the family. From the sidelines she watched her mom for years, but wasn’t really ready to perform this role.  She did so because of love. With a great abiding love for her elders, she has met each task. Made the best decision she could see and continued to take care of her own children and grandchildren as well as work full time. She is quite a testament to the long line of women who preceded her.

On to good news…

Two months after my last chemo treatment, I have noticeable fuzz.

I have been coloring my hair for so many years, I didn’t realize how grey it had gotten.  There is some pepper in there, but the majority is white.  I am now combing my hair. Well after I put a little oil up there. Otherwise parts of it just stand straight up. Like antennae.  Except they are bent back and forth.  I am glad to see that I will still have natualy curly hair, just surprised at the bent wire-like nature.  Better for holding up the other hair, maybe? I am also surprised at how dry my scalp is.  I’d always thought I had oily hair which sprang from an oily scalp.  Nope. If I don’t put some oil on it, I get a very mild case of cradle-cap.  Despite my carping here, I am very proud of my fuzz and had to share my joy here.

Marty

It is with great sadness I share the passing of my father, Martin (Marty) Coburn.

Pictured in his early 30″s

September 22, 1926-August 20,2019.

Two weeks ago he said he thought he’d like to “make to 100.” Then he took a *fall. I knew he was passing 2 days ago, but it still hurts. I will miss all the talks, discussions, arguments we’ve had. In my childhood, he was my father; as an adult my friend.

He was a part of the Greatest Generation This World Has Ever Known. When discharged from the army, he attended college (I believe either Waxahachie or Abilene Tx) where he was awarded his teachers certificate. Later going on to earn  Masters and Doctorate in other institutions.  Married to Ruby, fathered and raised 3 girls Yvonne, Beverly and Camille.  He taught elementary school for many years. Had a stint in nursing and psychiatric care before retiring to own and operate several elderly care homes. He was a Master Mason in the Escalon Ca chapter in which he was active until shortly before his death.  I believe him to be one of those “salt of the earth” people. People who’s greatness we don’t really see or even notice  but when they are gone, they leave a big hole.

 

Rest in peace Dad.  I will join you when it is my time.

 

Bev

 

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*fall     My doctor keeps warning me not to fall. Apparently it is a major cause of death in the elderly.   As a side note, don’t burn the house down either.  No kidding, number one reason grandma gets put in assisted living, is she started to heat her lunch/dinner. Sat down on couch while it was  heating and fell asleep.  She awakes when a Darth Vader looking creature forcibly picks her up. Fireman’s report generally reads “disorientated and combative”.  I ask you, what person would not be a little disorientated and combative if Darth suddenly picked you up?  Anyway, I use a microwave or air-fryer.

Linda II

I can tell when I really, really like a pattern.  I start thinking of easy variations. Next comes copying tissue pieces and altering to my desired new shape.

In time, several envelopes will be labeled and stuffed with the styes/variations I have drafted.

One make of Angela Wolf’s Linda Tunic and the envelopes are starting to accumulate.

 

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Eureka X

I came across a months-old post to Stitcher’s Guild that I made.  In it I stated my intention for taking the Sarah Veblem on-line class Fun With Fit: Pants.  I totally forgot — I blame it on Chemo Brain–and was surprised to read my own post.  Then I thought “Why not?”  Pants fitting has always been difficult for me. With this new post-chemo body, I am having a particularly rough time. I need some help.

So I signed up for the class thinking I would make notes and work on pants again in a few weeks.  I spent 2 days watching the videos and reading the PDF’s before starting to plow through the 124 discussion-pages.

I was inspired. So even though I failed at fitting the Eureka earlier this year, I have begun again!

Before we go to the posts, Chemo Brain really kicked my butt.  I am not sure how much it contributed to my fitting issues. I only know, I don’t remember many of the details. In this current fitting process, I will be making detailed posts tracking each and every change. That means heavy on the photos and probably too much text in a 128-character world.

 

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906 with DG2 Waistband

This exercise was not so much about fitting the Trudy Jansen Designer Jean (906) as it was about exploring the differences fabric makes to what should have been a fitted pant pattern.  In that sense, it is a success. Unfortunately, I am not happy…..

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