O Happy Day!
In the wee small hours of this morning I became a great-GREAT-aunt. A four-and-a-half pound boy was delivered to my great-nephew and his wife after a rather scary two days of elevated blood pressure and worries about pre-eclampsia. Mother and son are doing well, and everyone else is proud and excited.
In four hours and seven minutes Honna and I will be on the road to White Oak for our twice-a-year adventure in cutting and piecing, wining and dining, laughing and dancing. Joe and Blackberry will hold down the fort here in our absence.
Second Hand Clothes has become a flimsy and will be off to the machine quilter later this month.
Oh, and the lass on the bed? That's Magnolia. I bought her impulsively from a crafts shop in Evanston, Illinois when I was about six months pregnant with Sherry. I didn't know I was carrying a daughter, of course, but I was hopeful and optimistic, and this doll was about the most wonderful doll I'd ever seen, so I bought her. Turned out that Sherry was not partial to her, and she has spent many years in the attic until just recently when Caroline took a shine to her. She needed a bit of foot surgery -- Magnolia, not Caroline -- and now she's fully recovered. I've never seen a broader smile than hers, so I thought she'd be a perfect illustration for this Happy Day!