I paper pieced this quilt top many moons ago and finally had a reason to finish it. My visiting teacher (LDS lingo for a female assigned to you so that you don't go hungry, stark-raving mad, or without help for any reason) is having her first baby. Sadly her baby bump is not showing--she looks smashing.
I broke a sweat having a pile of flannel on my lap when it's 100+ degrees outside. I wonder if putting "I have finished quilt projects" on a resume is like saying you're an EagleScout--I may not have tons of experience but I know how to finish something. And it's true that I may not act like a quilter much but I have a tea-cozy, cat on the lap, geometry lovin' side- and 100% cotton prints are eye-candy and finger-candy! To know that a baby is going to use it is all the better.
At the babyshower tonight I thought of my own uterus (wherever she may be). I am no longer biologically productive. I love babies. I'm 41. I think about adoption all the time. For now, I will make quilts for others. I better start piecing another one together so it can be ready by 2020 considering how long this one took.
- I use baking soda for shampoo sometimes
- I get GreatClips haircuts most of the time
- I cook at home most of the time
- I make my own home cleaning/spa products
- I groom my own dogs (a feat I tell you, a feat)
- I weed my own yard (a feat I tell you, a feat)
- I give Ellery piano and horseback riding lessons myself
- I don't get botox or cellulite treatments although I am in hellaciously desparate need of both
- I don't have a housekeeper (this one is truly sad, not faux-heroic like the others)
I went on to ask what more I could possibly do so that he can buy dirt in Woodland Park and make me live where I may develop a drinking problem or become a hermit against my will. Poor Cyler-I see that now I may have been defensive.