Treasure hunt

I took a little road trip recently over to McKay Used Books in Chattanooga, TN.

Let me warn ya, it's a very dangerous place. Especially if you wander down the craft book aisle. Not only did they have 652 bujillion cook books (none of which I purchased, as I'd rather quilt than cook) . . . they also had enough quilt books to fill the trunk of a 1957 Plymouth. All at half price or less, usually less.

And yes, this is the original edition (published in 1933) of Rose Kretzinger's book. A true treasure indeed.

They also have music CDs, movies, books on tape, books on CD, and of course children's books.

I took books to trade and got over $22.00 in store credit. You can bet I'll be going back, as their inventory changes daily.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

The color yellow

Always reminds me that Spring is coming.

Especially when I see blooming daffodils. I found these on sale yesterday and simply could not resist their cheerful exuberence.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Happy Valentine's Day

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Space allocation . . .

and figuring out what works best.

My theory on creative environments is that they can always be improved. Since my new sewing area is so much smaller, I've had to think outside the box and put away my fold-up ironing board.

This "big board" was made to go on top of my regular ironing board. After re-padding the surface with some thick knit fabric, a cotton mattress pad, and a new cover quickly sewn up last night (with Dolly's help), I moved it to this spot.

The wooden trunk was built by my dad around 1965 and we used it for camp. Do any of you remember Camp Sandy Cove? At that time it was in Maryland on the shore of the Chesapeake. Sadly, there's a convention center there now.

Not only does the trunk create the right height, but allows for extra storage of fiberfill and other minimally used "stuff."

This weekend I plan on putting my design walls up. Oh happy day!

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Unlike those poor folks in Oklahoma . . .

Our snow fall barely totaled one inch.

This is good. I get to enjoy the wonderland view and Dolly gets to play in it once again.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .