Finding the Groove

I tell you, it feels like it's been a long, LONG time since I've had consecutive days to sew.  I think about quilting; I dream about quilting.  But actually quilting?  That doesn't happen very often.

Now that I am home, I am making a concerted effort to spend time getting reacquainted with my sewing machine.  So far, so good, though I've yet to sit down with it today.

Over the past few days, I've made the missing blocks for the baby quilt I started piecing on retreat a few weeks ago.  The top is now waiting for basting, along with MANY others.

 I finished up a few postcards, for the Postmark'd Art exchange.

 These are for the "No Theme" trade.   Apparently I have a theme, albeit an unspoken one.

 I was straightening the room, still trying to find carpet and happened to look up.  Well, there you go!  There it is!  The "missing" 12" quilt that I bought in Houston.  I'd put it in a safe place - on the bulletin board, behind the door.  No wonder I thought I'd lost it!

I've cut the hanging slat, and need to drill holes before hanging it in a place of honor.  Once it's up, I'll take a better picture, and tell you what it is called, and who made it.

Other than that, other things seem to always take precedence, like trimming some trees to allow the well driller's rig in for next week's foray into a search for water.

I supervised the chainsaw operator.  I'm not sure he was thrilled with my supervision, but he kept saying, "This is just like date night!"  umm, yeah.  Can you tell that we've never done date night?  After 34 years of marriage, an outing to trim trees is seen as something special.  hahaha!  :)  yep.  True, that.

And now, my studio calls to me.  It's saying, "Clean me, clean me!" but louder than that is the sewing machine that is singing, "Turn me on and use me!"  Guilt or quilt?  Which will win out?