A Quilting Day
Well, it wasn't exactly like the picture. Not on that grand of a scale, at least. But the same spirit was there.
Yesterday Judy, Honna, and Turbo brought their machines to my house and we spent most of the day gathered around my dining table sewing on our respective projects and breaking mid-day for a group effort lunch. We each got a lot done: Turbo, of course, worked on multiple projects and dazzled the rest of us with each of them. Judy was working on her "bordello" quilt and then some baby nine-patches. Lots of folks would have called it a bargello quilt, but not Judy. Honna got her Melanie Wilkes all put together -- a mammoth achievement for dear, distractable Honna. I worked on my indigo and caramel blocks and as of today they are finished except for one lone HST that someone is going to give me a piece of fabric for since I ran out.
Honna made a spectacularly hearty soup and I made a nice green salad. Judy brought fresh fruit and Turbo the most scandalous brownies. So we were well fortified as we proceeded through the day.
Joe has gone to Richmond to help Tom and Anastasia with a little construction project. He left on Thursday and will return tomorrow afternoon. I've stayed busy in his absence, between going to the Lancaster Show on Friday, heading out to see Alice in Wonderland this afternoon, and entertaining my cousins for lunch tomorrow.
Had a piece of sad news this morning; my long-time cyberbuddy Desertsky lost her dear husband. Susan was my first machine quilter and she's a lovely lady who was devoted to her hubby.
Also had a counterbalancing piece of good news in that my friend who broke her hip expects to be discharged from the "geezer place," as she calls it, to her own home early this coming week. I spoke to Her Feistiness last evening and apart from a lack of appetite, she's good. That should be resolved once she gets away from institutional food and on to good home cookin'.
And that's the news from Near Philadelphia, this chilly Palm Sunday.