the quilter will play. The children had a wonderful week at Grandmother and Grandfather's. I have been regaled with many a story of their time in the mountains and I am sure there will be many more stories to come. Abe is happy to be home. I think he missed his Mama. 6 years old and the baby of the house. Might need to do something about that. No, no more babies! How could you even go there? Just encourage the 6 year old to act thus. The girls seem happy to be home too, even if they do miss "the forest." And "the food." Grandmother is a better cook than I. And certainly a more prolific one.
I went to the Appleseed Quilt show in Ft. Wayne with Sandy and her friend Marsha and found some yummies. Sandy and I also hit a couple quilt shops on our way back through Ohio- it took us about 9 hours to make a 3 hour trip- had to stop and eat a couple times and then there were the quilt shops... you guys understand. So now my stash is enhanced with blues and earthtones. I need to get busy sewing because all of my tubs are overflowing. What a predicament.
I bought a little punch needle pattern and whipped up a tiny hen- think my loops are a tad long and that this isn't so much a hobby to which I could get addicted. And what's the point of having a hobby if I can't be addicted to it? Explains the whole quilting/sewing/crocheting tennis elbow thing. Lots of repetitive motion. The punch needle had that going for it, but it lacked room for...finesse. I bet John will enjoy it- I could always pass that hobby onto him. What's a mother for?