Yes, I admit it: I bought fabric today. I’ve been working on a baby quilt and realized that I didn’t have the one color I needed to make it look perfect.
Today was my day with Mom, so I asked her if she wanted to take a ride to Mystic to a little quilt shop there. We have some nasty weather coming up, and nasty weather = great sewing time.
I’d planned to start packing up my kitchen in anticipation of the insurance-sponsored remodel, but Banjo Man will not be available to help (it’s going to take both of us to empty the special treasures above the cabinets) due to having old, dangerous trees removed on Saturday (you can’t imagine his excitement). And on Sunday there is–of course–football.
In other words, this is a good weekend to cut fabric and design baby quilts.
I did find some great fabric at the quilt shop, despite the owner wanting to help me pick it out. I don’t like it when they do that. Selecting the fabric is my favorite part of quilting and I can do it myself, thank you very much and please go away.
Mom and I went out to lunch and then took our time heading back to her place. The sun was shining and we pretended it wasn’t January.
After taking Mom home, I went into town to the liquor store and bought tequila (remember the title of this blog post?).
And then I made a quick trip to the consignment store to see if they had any dining room chairs (they didn’t), but they did have this:
I absolutely loved this pitcher. Did I buy it? Go ahead and guess!