Shopping....aka Therapy......

I'm making a log cabin quilt. It's currently in two pieces and then it will officially be a flimsy! I can't decide on a border. I've "auditioned" several fabrics, but...none seem to work. Blue or white or cream all just wash out the blocks. I've almost decided on a burgandy. It's the best choice so far.

It makes the blocks stand out. I tried a dark gray and a light gray. It didn't work at all. Well, this decided it for me. Burgandy it is. I should be able to finish this and add border tomorrow. I'd like to start quilting it tomorrow, too, but I doubt I'll manage that.

Connecting Threads had a sale, so. Here comes therapy part. In the basket are 99 coordinating fat quarters. Yep, blues and creams and some wine colored fat quarters. I don't have a plan for them yet, but they are just so pretty and I love their fabrics.

Then there was the clearance fabrics, so....why not? Several yards of each. Sure, I'll take it. I also got some fusible 1/4" green quick bias. Just in case I ever learn to applique. You never can be too prepared, I hear.

More fat quarters from Connecting threads.

And then we get to the real therapy/shopping part. One of our local Wallyworld's is getting rid of their fabric department. Yep, it's all half off. How could I say no to that? Garry, of course, is still trying to get back on my good side, as if I have a good side, so HE thought it might be a good idea if I went over there and stocked up.

Now, of course, I couldn't say no. So all this fabric stack up in these pics are what I bought there. Some of it are 10 yard cuts and some are 2. Ok...most are 3 or 5 yards. I have no idea how much I bought. But...I bought a lot.

Now where am I going to put it? The shelves have very little space left on them. Maybe I'll have to go get some more shelves tomorrow.

Can you see my evil grin?

Sunday Giggle....

I needed a giggle today. Really really badly. Thought I'd share with you...

Ok...I'll tell ya, it's very very rare that my hubby and I argue about anything. And, I'll also admit, I'm really mad at him right now. It will pass, but WOW, he is gonna have to suffer for this one. Can you hear the wheels turning?

9-11

It's 9-11 again. I tried to find a pic to commemorate this date, but I dare say they are just too sad to post. I'm sure each of you remember where you were and what your were doing and who you were with, when this terrible attack happened. I was at my cabin in Northern Michigan. I was with my husband, Garry and a friend/employee, Mike. It was a beautiful up north weekend. We were having coffee and watching The Today Show. And then it happened. I kept thinking "The pilot must have had a heart attack or something." Mike said "No way! That's intentional." I argued that no one in his/her right mind could do that intentionally. Then the second one hit. And at that moment I knew Mike was right. I still can't wrap my mind around it. It's beyond me. It seems that through our lives certain events remain embedded into our memories. The day Kennedy was shot, The Challenger, and for me the day John Lennon was killed.....and this tragedy. My heart still aches for the loved ones, lost. I can not imagine being there. I guess I'm actually glad that I don't understand this whole mind set of anyone who could do this, as I think it would make me insane.

So, to all my online friends ... know today that I am thinking of each of you. I appreciate all of you more than I can say and even if we never meet, I am proud to call you friends. Hug someone you love today. I know I will.

Canning Tomatoes

My current life in pictures......

Yep, maters are coming in here in Michigan. I love them. I have about 50 plants and it won't be near enough for canning. I can about 180 quarts each year. Why, you ask? I have no idea. I love the home canned tomatoes more than the store bought ones. I'm OCD, so ... I like the idea of it. The system to it, I guess. I also like the idea that I grew them and then in the dead of winter, I can open something grown myself and make a great pot of chilli. Also, You Know Who, thinks it's amazing. He thinks it's some kind of magical powers that I possess that I can do this. It's the least I can do for him since I spend all the money he earns on fabric. Yes, I earn it too, but he's the one who is out at 3 a.m. all winter fixing furnaces. So....that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'll be back when I run out of tomatoes or my back gives out.

Oh....and ... that poor sad large canning pot....I have a big fancy pressure cooker for canning. I don't care for it. Four of my wonderful Aunts in Tennesse went together to buy it for me and I love them so much for doing it, but I love this poor rusty old pathetic pot. Something to be said for keeping with traditions maybe. I've used this one for years. I should throw it out, but I never will. The bottom will have to rust away before I give it up. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.