Rest is a difficult thing for me to do. I am always doing something - laundry, baking, dishes, paperwork, animals, kids,etc. So, I rested, and rested. And finished my very first braided rag rug.
The rug contains 60 feet of 1/2 inch braid. It consists of old sheets, pillow cases, and even an old fabric shower curtain. I wanted to make it traditionally as possible. It measures approximately 26 inches by 19 inches. This is underneath hubby's bathroom sink, and I absolutely love the look of it. So much better than store bought rugs that appear to be braided. It really makes the house feel like a home. So it only took 50 hours or so, but it was worth it.
I will be posting this on my S.C.R.A.P. blog later, along with how I made it. I do not know anyone that has made one of these, so I relied on books and research. I'll be sharing tips of what I would do next time also. I will also share what didn't work for me.
Since I rested all day, and did a lot of much needed sleeping (sleeping off a low-grade fever), the laundry piled up into the size of a small mountain. I really need to wash my bedding, and get the "crud" out of my bedroom. The sun is shining today, so I will shovel out my clothesline and get some fresh air.
Just don't tell Nurse Hilda. She's already taken my temperature in both ears (ha ha!) and has it recorded on her "chart."
One last note. The kids have stepped up and over the past weekend, the older girls cleaned my kitchen. I mean, really cleaned it. My son re-stocked the firewood, refilled the chicken's, horse, and goat's water, and did three errands for me. I didn't think the ladies at the library would want my cooties coughed all over them. Hubby turned down over time last night so he could bring me hot soup and crackers.
Secretly, I think they are all anticipating my complete recovery. When I don't feel good, I am a grouch. A fire breathing, eyeball dart shooting, dragon grouch.
I better get started on my bedding. I need to be back in my bed before Nurse Hilda gets home.