And that's a wrap

For the weekend, that is. My soon-to-be-college-graduate friend Renae called this afternoon - she was at Panera studying like a fiend, and wanted some company. Not to talk, mind you, but to be another presence at the table, handy for study breaks. So I spent the afternoon and early evening with her, doing cryptic crosswords and a few other things while she worked on Spanish. Nice way to pass the day.

No car wash or hair cut this weekend, but I did get to the fabric store. They had no palm fronds, so I ended up wiring together two huge rhododendron leaves to make one. I managed to get out of the store without doing too much damage to the debit card.

Watched two movies Saturday afternoon, while I put the binding on a quilt.

A couple of years ago I took a class with an internationally known quilt teacher. As part of the preparation for class, we were to piece and layer a 30 inch square quilt top. Well, we never did get as far as quilting those tops during the class. This has been languishing in the drawer for ages. I call it the "sherbet" quilt, as the colors remind me of orange and raspberry sherbet. Oh wait, you need to see the other side, don't you?

Ignore the white pencil marks. They will wash out. Really. This picture doesn't really do justice to the colors. The triangle where the spool is sitting is actually much pinker than it appears, though that fabric is shot through with both orange and tan. The further piece is truly that orange. The marked motifs were a bit of a challenge to quilt; I really, really don't like having to follow lines. In fact, these lines were treated more as ... suggestions. All in all, I am pleased with the way it turned out. There was enough of the orange fabric left in the stash to create the binding, so no new fabric was purchased to finish this up. Gotta like those kinds of projects.

I'm toying with the idea of hanging this in my office at work. The walls in my office are a very pale peachy-pink, so it will fit in, more or less. Besides, it makes me happy just to look at it.

A friend at church is pregnant; I had to laugh when she said she had pictures - and whipped out her 10 week ultrasound pictures. How can anyone look at a sonogram of a developing baby and still believe that we are an accident of evolution? This is their first, and they are naturally thrilled.

The monologue went well; the doctored rhododendron/palm branch didn't fall apart, I didn't trip over any wires or forget any lines, and the lapel mic didn't go come undone and slide into crevices better not visited. The choir sounded wonderful as well. Pastor Shane pointed something out in the sermon I'd like to ponder a bit, then possibly post on.

Since I spent the afternoon making action cards from the "Organizing Your Time" Book "I've just finished reading...and since one of the cards very pointedly says "prepare lunch and work tote the night before", I should probably go do that, huh?