Good evening, ladies! A nice 60 degrees today.
The quilt show is now over for another year. I only bought 2 pair of sissors, 2 packs of needles and a set of straps that attach to the quilt hoop to keep it off the floor. You would probably laugh at my collection of sissors - I get small thin blades about 3 inches long for my applique. I have one pair that is 18K gold that never leaves the house. Everything I looked at seemed like something I already had so I didn't see the need to buy more. I wanted some light beige and tan batik fabric for quilt backgrounds but it is very hard to find and despite their being over 200 vendors, none had anything like what I was looking for. There were several booths selling yarn. It was so beautiful, Faye would have had a field day.
I'm kind of worried about Faye not being here for 2 days. I hope everything is okay and Fortune hasn't gotten worse or she or Jack are ill.
Maggie, our priests are moved at least every 5 years and they have no say in where they will be assigned. You talking about your sour dough bread brought an old memory to mind. My grandma used to make sour dough as "every day" bread and we had light bread (made with yeast) for special occasions.
My friend Sandy and I stopped at Boston Market for supper. I had a quarter white chicken (rotissarie), creamed garlic spinach, a medley of carrots, broccoli and green beans, and a piece of corn bread. It sure tasted good.
Have a good evening!
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Back For A Bit
Or have it deliverd and eat in. Wonder where the other Magnolias are this day and I sure hope they are well and happy with what they are doing. Just you and me chatting here alone.
I think our resident rabbits must have multiplied because I see more of them in the yard than I did last year. The dogs delight in chasing them but never can catch them and they can scoot under the tool shed very quickly. Those rabbits are cute but I certainly don't want them in my garden. Got to put up a fence like chicken wire around it I guess. We don't want those dogs frolicking in it either. When I was a kid we had a dog that dug up carrots but only the ones he wanted to eat.
He would eat the carrot and leave the top on the ground. My dad asked us kids if we were doing that and we said, "No, it was Skippy." He laughed and then one day he saw Skippy in action. We liked to blame things on the dog you see.
