At first, I thought I had picked up a bug somehow, but I was not feeling sick in any other respect, other than the purging. I kept thinking about those darn dryer balls and “smelling” them while I was purging. Then it finally occurred to me that perhaps I was experiencing a “proofing” from the essential oils. A proofing occurs when an herb or tincture triggers a full-body detox. I’ve had that happen with herbs but never before with essential oils, and I use them all the time. I am always careful NOT to have them come into contact with my skin directly. Perhaps it was something in that specific set of oils that brought it on, the synergistic blend formed when the oils combined. Whatever caused it, I probably needed to have it happen. I really believe it had something to do with the essential oil blend, especially since I was “aware” of it when I was around the scent afterward. I felt fine the next day, for the most part. Whenever I got near the woolen balls, I felt a little twinge of nausea, but it passed quickly.
Here are a couple of photos of two of the grandchildren, sewing on their very own microwave bowl potholders. Charlotte's sour face in the photo of Quentin sewing is because he got to sew first! It was the first time either of them has sewn on a sewing machine, and the adults were on the edge of their seats, anticipating a finger caught in the sewing seam... but there were no mishaps. We had a wonderful time during their spring break, and I'm looking forward to the two older grandchildren spending time with me this summer. Charlotte would get too homesick, so her parents aren't letting her come to stay alone. She is family oriented and her first question was... where are all the people? I was home alone when they arrived around midnight. She is used to all the aunts, uncles and cousins coming to spend time with them.
Ava, their older sister in the middle with the felted dryer balls, loves to iron. Her first question was, "What can I iron?" Last summer, she neatly ironed all my bags of scraps. This trip, she found my Ziploc bags of strip sets for the Hidden Wells quilts and pressed all of those and neatly folded them, ready to be cut and sewn into blocks. I sure wish I had her around all the time!
My wish to all of you is that you have some little ones to share your talents with... we need to share our gifts with these who will become the future generation of quilters.