So I needed to baste a couple of quilts. For me, spray baste has always worked best. I have tried all types, even the homemade. June Taylor basting spray always worked the best for me and had little or no smell. It was easy to lift off and re position.
I noticed the last time that the lid had changed and oddly it now had a ball inside the can (like spray paint). I thought that was weird. Then I went to spray it n something small and Good God, the smell was over powering and awful. So, that means we are relocating to the garage. OK. I can manage that.
So I am spraying away…..a pretty butterfly flies into the garage….and promptly drops dead.
OMG…. How toxic is this stuff? I am done now. Need to figure out a plan B and stop freaking out.
July 3rd was the anniversary of my late Husband Derrick’s death. It is a day that is stuck in my head. It is not really a day that I want to remember, yet I do. Six years have passed and this year for some reason it hit me hard. Some of it was because I got frustrated looking for a picture of him on my phone. They never change. They never will. We were together for five years, married for two of those. I am grateful for the time I had with him even though it was nowhere near enough. He truly was that once in a lifetime love. Haley and I used to always go to the scene of the accident, which I decided was a little too dark. Pretty sure it is the last place he would be if he could be. If he could be anywhere, it was right beside us. So we honored him at home this time, where we wish he was.
Treasure Your Loved Ones.