It's the most wonderful time of the year. Quilt Festival begins Wednesday with Preview Night. I took Friday off so I could hopefully beat the crowds. Lots of shopping, lots of quilts to see. I am soooooo excited.
See you in a couple of weeks. I'm going to "partly cloudy" Portland. My question is: why be so negative. Can't we call it "partly sunny"? Come on...let's look at the glass half full instead of half empty. I guess I need to become a weather girl.
Thirty years ago today as I was getting ready to go to church...BOOM... I remember the sound. As in every disaster I sat glued to the TV watching the constant stream of pictures and video. The one thing that bugged me was the old man that refused to leave, Harry Truman. They kept referring to him as "crusty". What exactly is that? The mountain was his life and he gave it up for the mountain. Rest in peace Harry
Yup, it's true. I have indeed had a finish. My first attempt at machine quilting was a little to be desired but it felt so good to sew on the binding for my little Mason's cowboy quilt. Never mind he's nearly two. A finish is a finish!
I am such a terrible finisher but an even worse blogger. I am, however, great at keeping up with all the blogs I read. Everyone's life seems so much more exciting than mine.