Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Break out the bells,

and ring in the news . . .
The binding is finally sewn on!
How old is this project . . . I believe 17 or 18 years.
Some of you even have this book to make your very own.
Although, I'm sure yours will get done faster even without Dolly's help.

We had a very quiet Christmas this year, as I came down with a touch of the flu Sunday night.  At least I get to look at quilting books while recovering.

Wishing you all the best this holiday season has to offer.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Just popping in . . .

to wish you all a joyous holiday.
 Very little decorating was accomplished last week.
However, all the furniture was moved.  The floor and baseboards finally got cleaned.
Today the log cabin top was finished with Dolly's help.  It's been washed in order to remove that nasty blue pen, which has a tendency to set on me.  Edges were zigzagged and when it dries, I'll work on the binding.

The pie has been made, as I have to work tomorrow.  Like you, I'm looking forward to sitting down with friends on Monday and simply enjoying the day.

Wherever you are and whomever you're with, Dolly and I would like to wish you the peace and joy of the season.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Monday, December 11, 2017

Plan A versus Plan B

Originally, I was not going to spend time decorating for Christmas . . . Choosing instead to focus on the yard, mowing, mulching, hauling in manure, planting trees, cleaning up briars  . . . you get the idea.
 Mother Nature has interrupted my plans.
 This storm really caught me by surprise.  Power was out for 30 hours and I could not get out of my driveway to get to work.
 Thankfully there were quilts to keep us warm and food to tide us over.  Some folks still did not have power yesterday. 
 I've stocked up on de-icer for the driveway, matches, bottled water, and kitty litter to put under stuck tires. 

And today we'll be cleaning, rearranging furniture and figuring out where to put the tree.  Evidently, the garden must wait.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .