Leaving you with something pretty to look at...

"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside the door..." Yep, it's time. Time to drive to Alabama and see our oldest son say, "I do." The girls have shoes to match their flower girl dresses. Abe has dress shoes and socks to match his ring bearer suit. My dress... well, it will have to do. Will has a suit and even a pair of dress shoes to match. Guys, that man can be just too cheap! He bought a pair of size 12 shoes(when he wears a 10 1/2) because they were cheaper. Not to worry, says he- he'll just wear an extra pair of socks. Paul found him a pair in the proper size in the mountain of shoes that reside in our laundry room- so now he can return the "cheap" shoes and save even more. Gifts for the bridal party are all finished up. I am sure I am forgetting something, but hopefully it will be the type of thing one can procure at Walmart. The kids are chomping at the bit to get going, but we have to wait for an important piece of mail to come. So here I am chatting with you. Could be picking up the house so that it doesn't look like a bomb exploded... but you guys know that just isn't in me to care at this point.

Dontcha love this quilt? My Uncle Greg made it and generously gave it to me. I cried for a week, I know. I was just so overwhelmed. That was two years ago, come Christmas. I believe it is a Jenny Beyer pattern. Who else could be so sadistic? No offense, Jenny. I am glad you are the way you are- means a mighty fine looking quilt for me! So I have been staring at it, trying to decide on a quilting pattern. Sometimes you have get acquainted with a top to be able to quilt it. Some holler out at the very beginning for the design they want. Others make you squeeze it out of them. So I chattered away at it and, surprisingly, it kept quiet. It doesn't look like the quiet sort, does it? Finally I came across a loose and free type of feather thingy... and since it didn't protest... away we went. Two years in the finishing. I am pretty sure it took him over a year to peice. All by hand. Overwhelmed...by love. That's a good name for it.