School meetings so there were so quilting last night. I really wanted to sew, but I knew I was exhausted and mistakes would be made so I watched football with Don instead. I had to work late, so I didn’t even get to run Ransom. Remember I’m the kid that thrives on routine – I don’t know why – We seldom have it—but that’s what makes life interesting.
I did pull fabrics for Clare’s red/white quilt project for leukemia. Hopefully, I will make 2 blocks tonight.
O.K. here’s my picture for the day; it’s my Fall Wreath.
There’s a little woodworking shop in Crystal Falls, MI and they have a crafter that I really like her wreaths. I have her spring, summer, and fall ones. This one hangs on the back door, but the flash kept reflecting in the glass so I moved it for the picture. Corny as it is, I want you to think back to grade school days and make ‘Harvest’ an Adjective—Harvest Dreams. O.K., now make it a Verb---Harvest Dreams. I like the thought of it. Maybe I’m easily entertained. I don’t know. Anyway, the patches on the scarecrow’s knees are my favorite part. But once a quilter—always a quilter.
1. Sleeping with the windows open.
2. My daughter at home for the night—the best part about school nights.
3. Having Breakfast for supper