A six-day weekend in mid-February. Unheard-of. The blizzard that struck Philadelphia and Nearby on Tuesday night closed school on both Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday afternoon, the eve of a scheduled in-service day for faculty and staff, the roads inside the City of Philadelphia still hadn't been plowed and it seemed unlikely that employees who live in the City would be able to get to school. So, a third consecutive snow day. Then the weekend. And Monday, a scheduled holiday. Serendipity.
I spent the first two days mostly playing. The third day I spent much of the day cleaning my china closet. Sewing some. Making a run over to school to pick up some work to bring home -- stuff that really couldn't wait until Tuesday. But not too much of it.
Finished my Baskets of Triangles and just love them. And today I started my Cactus Pots. And love them just as much. Half of them are done. They're mighty sweet.
Been thinking about a name for this quilt and know that if I have to force it, it isn't right. Considered "Going Rouge" and haven't totally eliminated it. Thinking about honoring our serendipitous six-day weekend and putting Serendipity in the name. Hasn't become clear yet.
A totally unrelated piece of serendipty came in the form of a box of miniature Hawaiian bananas that arrived yesterday --our monthly fruit box from Harry and David. It came, as always, with a suggested recipe in the box. I usually don't do anything with the recipes, but Joe got ahold of it and, friends, last night during the Olympics he made and served Bananas Foster.
Maybe that's the name I'm looking for: Sweet Serendipity.