|McGee sleeping ON the sofa|
Last night I had a fiber group meeting and showed off the ill fated piece that was supposed to be sent to the Habitat Art Auction this year. I was busy saving that stupid dog's life when I was supposed to be bringing it to them. Next year, next year.
I have a strong desire to start another quilt. I long to lovingly choose fabrics and wield the rotary cutter, slicing through the warp and weft of woven cloth. Cutting it into small pieces and then sewing those pieces back together again in a seemingly insane activity. Why, Frank often asks, do you so enjoy cutting stuff into pieces and just sewing it back together again?
|Trees look like this all over town|
So I need to work to finish the quilt on the frame and put a few more on before I actually begin more tops. I need to have a pact with myself to finish 2 or 3 of the tops to every new one I make. That sounds reasonable, don't you think? I figure doing that will take like 27 years to finish up ll the tops in my room. Or maybe I should just wait till June and crush Patti the Quilt Lady like a bug in a Quilt Your Quilt Top Duel To The Death. Hmm.
While doing laps in the gym pool this morning, Paula and I talked about the coming out party I am
planning for the Avante. I think it needs to wait until after Thanksgiving holiday. And I guess most people "name" their machines. My friend Kim named her Tin Lizzie Minnie Pearl, and had a price tag hanging on the head. Like Minnie Pearl's hat, remember that?
Mine doesn't seem like an old country woman, though. It seems more modern. More like Benjamin Bratt or Jimmy Smits kind of modern. Maybe Miley? That is pretty darn modern! I wonder if my machine twerks?
glen: I love the fall for the Black Eyed Susans which are prolific along the roadsides, aren't they beautiful?