Sunday Workshop

My quilt guild held a Sunday workshop this weekend. How lovely to begin at 9:30 (even with the time change) and cut and sew until 4:30. There was a break for lunch and I walked to a coffee shop down a charming street in Medeira. Got a lovely veggie sandwich and a lemon scone to nibble on.

Kathy Loomis from Louisville was the instructor and was very patient and had lots of good suggestions. I realized that I've been pretty haphazard with my pressing and that should be much better after today.

I'm not sure how much my piece "looks like it's supposed to" but I'm happy with it. And happy with the process, since I like to cut. I'm not quite finished with the piecing but hopefully will be by the evening's end.

I thought I'd stop at the Levee on the way home and walk across the bridge and admire the high water, but found myself too tired for that today. I did stop at the new Target in my neighborhood and found lots to admire. I thought I'd find a dock for my iPod but it was more complicated than I thought. Some come with a dock for both iPod and iPhone. Will I ever have one of those and be sorry that I didn't get the combination? Too much to think about today.

Little Zippered Bags

Little quilted zippered iPod bag, done as a work sample.

At last, I'm learning to put zippers in bags. I always thought it would be difficult to put a zipper in a lined bag, but it turns out that it isn't. I've been drawn to zippered bags forever, but put off making one because of . . . the zipper. Well, and maybe because I've been busy with other things.

Now that I'm learning, I can see all kinds of possibilities. Here we go.

Snow yesterday and last night - woke up to find the grass covered. Maybe, just maybe, this is the last snow of the season.

Just Musings

No pictures tonight. We all know what a pansy looks like, right? There are some outside my front door, nothing spectacular but looking good. And with them comes my annual spring wonder, how do they do that? How do they survive the winter cold and snow and ice and be green again in the spring, with flowers no less. Real flowers. Delicate flowers. How do they do that?

Ash Wednesday today and I got my first ashes ever. My church usually doesn't hold Ash Wednesday services. I went across the river in the pouring rain and hoped that by the time the service was finished the rain would have slowed down. It did.

I stopped on the way home and got some salmon for dinner, really yummy between two slices of wheat bread. With cantelope and a strawberry from a new container. When Nora and Aaron were visiting on Sunday I asked Nora what her favorite food was. She said "strawberries with sugar." I'd just been shopping and asked if she wanted some - affirmative. Between her and Aaron they ate and ate.

After being out every night this week, I am so looking forward to being home tomorrow night. I am a home-body.

Beautiful

Beautiful Nora, the deliverer of eight boxes of Girl Scout cookies to my door. Don't you just wish you had that creamy complexion?

And my not-so-beautiful Martha Pullen work sample. Ugh.

It wasn't the pattern or the instructions, it was my sewing.

Weekend Pictures

Aaron spent Saturday afternoon and evening with me, including a sleep-over. Several times he happily said, "It's just you and me."

Sunday was a trip to pick up Nora, who'd been with Aunt Tina, and a stop at the Children's Museum. At the museum there was grocery shopping,

driving new cars

and old cars

and examining sick animals at the animal hospital.

It's a wonderful place for imagination.

Six Blocks Done

I got only six blocks finished for the Quilt Along with Melody challenge, but I'm pleased with them. They look just as scrappy as I hoped. I added them to the flickr group this morning.

Steph asked me to do a little mending on Nora's Daisy smock.

The little brownie pin brought back memories. I loved my brownie pin. I was less crazy about the uniform, but I loved that pin. And the Girl Scout knife. We'd day camp at Harmon Field just after school was out each year. Making the little buddy burners with a large juice can and a triangular church key was the best. That year my troop had the coveted spot along Riley Creek, with a rock ledge for cooking with the little burner. I wonder what we used for fire - can't remember. Did we cook hamburgers?

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However we did it, I'm sure I needed help. Because the scout groups were smaller than the classroom there were adults to help me along. I was such a dreamy kid, and process things didn't go well for me. My snowflakes fell apart when I opened them, my potato stamping didn't stamp, I got lost in the middle of long division, I couldn't keep track of my books or my homework.

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One of my grade school teachers told the class that someone had scored well on whatever standardized test we were taking but didn't do that great with classwork. I wondered at the time whether it was me. I still do.