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!