Well, now that we have that straightened out...

maybe we can get this blog back on track. It's a long story how I got off track. Maybe I'll break it all down some day... Nah, I really don't want to go there and I think you can safely say you don't want to go there either.

Here is the center of that little hand-dyed wallhanging I was working on when we last spoke. I'd like to say that I have made all kinds of progress on it, but... I can't. I did get all of those tiny little squares sewn together for the border since you guys were intent on scaring the snot out of me with the thought that a child might decide to shuffle my deck of carefully matched colors... Thanks guys. Nothing like a little well-placed panic to motivate the procrastinating quilter in me. But alas, that chain of tiny squares is still strung together like so many paper dolls. Been meaning to get back to it. But the garden has been calling. I've been calling it a few choice names, myself. First beans and then corn and now tomatoes. How come corn isn't called "corns." Just a question that occurred to me. I get all philosophical when I'm elbow deep in tomato juice.