Here it is midnight and I'm just sitting down. Today was my first day back at work- been off since the first of May. (I did set up at a quilt show, around the middle of the month, but that was just one day.) It wasn't a hard day, rather fun and I've been missing it, just a bit slow at getting back in the swing of things. Tanya has some great new things that she found at Spring Market... more for me to buy! You never get ahead when you work at a quilt shop!
I realized that I haven't posted a picture of the quilt I gave to my Aunt Eva- during my Florida trip. My Aunt Eva had been asking for a quilt for awhile now. This isn't a great picture of it, but then, it was hardly a great quilt. I had fun making it, though. It was one of those quilting projects that took place while I should have been packing and getting ready for our trip, but I was avoiding the inevitable... you probably never do that. I love to escape in piecing. I just sit at the sewing machine and mindlessly slide little squares and triangles through. Then I stand at the ironing board and flip and press... I just love the whole process. It relaxes me. I remember when I first started quilting- about 18 years ago, how I would get all tense and stressed over it. "Oh no! The points don't match up." Now it is so much more likely that they will, and even on the many occasions when they don't, I figure there is a whole lot more to life than two points matching up perfectly. I can love it anyway. Hope I can do the same with people, and that they can do the same with me. Not much of me is even close to perfect.
Some of you have made comments about the humorous little knees and hands that pop out over and below the quilts in some of the pictures- especially of the larger quilts. Well, when the sun decides to cooperate and shine, I try to get a few pictures taken of the different quilts I've gotten done lately. Only problem. The wind might not feel as cooperative as the sun. It can yank a person right off the chairs they are precariously perched on. The "they" would be DSs Joe, and Dan and the little guy would be Jack. it's like para-sailing. On dry land. Wish you could hear the audio. The moaning and groaning going on behind that quilt as their arms are being stretched all out by the wind- that's why Jack sits on the ground- otherwise the quilt goes vertical. Then I have to try to time the picture for when the gusts die down and the quilt lays more flat. Not always easy or possible. And the guys are always good to humor this whole painful process. No one wants to admit that their arms might not hold up to the test of holding up quilts for a silly picture.