Between hospital visits I tried to increase my inventory for the Farmer's Market. It was very frustrating because sewing frilly aprons takes time. I had already missed two markets by choice because I didn't have time to build up the inventory. Now it was either buckle down and sew, or call it quits, which I didn't want to do. My dear husband found me in a teary heap on our bed one night and bless him, he took matters into his own hands. Every night after that he came straight home from work, cooked dinner, cleaned it up, made sure Richard got his homework done, ran errands, etc.. I was able to finish five new aprons which was such a relief! The Market last Friday was very successful. I sold 7 aprons and numerous crocheted items. Now I am in the same boat, needing to sew more, and Dee has taken over again. I love him so much!
Oh, and I bottled tomatoes. Call me a nut, but I was raised by frugal parents who where teens during the Great Depression. They remember what it was like and they lived their whole lives making sure we were not wasteful. When our tomato vines started going nuts two weeks ago I started feeling the guilt of seeing those tomatoes on the ground. So...
The chilies were going crazy too. Salsa time!
Slippery skins & steamy pots!
Five hours and 26 pints later I felt less wasteful but oh, so tired!
I think I felt my Dad smiling down on me!