A Glorious Obsession

I have that quilt on the frame about halfway done.  I have been so busy the last couple of days that I have not had time to work on it.  And sometimes I get headaches and can't deal with noise or lights. Bummer.

McGee sleeping ON the sofa

Yesterday was one of those days, but about mid morning I felt better and went to the gym and worked out in the weight room.  When I got home the pain was still there so I slept most of the afternoon. the dogs loved that.  We all slept on the sofa in one big pile.  Well, THEY slept well, I slept fitfully because I had dogs all over me.

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

I guess it does sound kinda funny to someone who doesn't have the same obsession.  Much like my inability to understand why a cocaine addict desires the drug so strongly.  I do, however, totally get hoarders, just sayin' !!!!

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?

Do you have a name for your machine?  What is it?  Do you have  suggestion for me?

glen:  I love the fall for the Black Eyed Susans which are prolific along the roadsides, aren't they beautiful?