Six of us spent much of the day down at the church, sewing together. Honna was working on a king-size YBR for her daughter, Helen made a pair of pillowcases and then worked on a wonderful vari-color quilt with black background, Judy was in journal-cover mode, Sherron was catching up on BOMs, Turbo was assembling a glorious Christmas quilt made entirely from scraps that Nubbin had given her, and I made an apron.
I'm involved in a pollyanna that will meet this week. For the past several years, the gift exchange has been white elephants and this year we decided to get something nice in the ten-to-fifteen-dollar range. I had made a pair of aprons earlier in the year for a wedding shower and thought one of these aprons would be just the thing for the pollyanna. I got it all done and then did some odds and ends. I sure hope whoever ends up with it is an apron-wearer. So many people aren't these days, and that just astonishes me. They must be fastidious cooks. Or perhaps they don't cook at all.
When I came home, I was tired and needed a bit of a nap. While I waited for Joe to come home from his errands, I looked at the mail, both electronic and snail. I was delighted to find that the latter had brought me my SSCS parcel. It came from Lurline in Oz and is very enticing. It even smells a bit of chocolate! I think I'd best get someone to hide it from me or I'll never make it to Christmas morning.
We were permitted to open the ornament that was enclosed, and I just loved the one that Lurline selected for me. I've never seen one like it and am eager to get our tree up and put this terrific angel on it!
Shortly before we finished sewing, someone looked outside and noticed that it was snowing "but not sticking." That has changed. While those who work for schools (all but one of the six of us and that one has retired from teaching) find snowfall on a weekend to be an utter waste, there is something magical about the first snowfall of the year.
Himself and I went out for pizza for dinner and the snow is clinging to the ground and apparently up to four inches are predicted.
I don't want to be out in it, but I do love to look out on it.
So that's my Saturday, Near Philadelphia. It was pretty darned good!