A super-speedy trip through the local supermarket marked the beginning of week's end, not to be confused with the actual weekend you may already be experiencing. Thus has begun a sort of count-up: two days until #1 son's double root canal, three days till daughter, the sequel's sealants go on, nine days until the 'Love Shack' patchwork class, ten days until my tonsillectomy, sixteen days until both son-the-second's visit to the oral surgeon and the sweater class/knit-along begins... it makes me kind of dizzy, and more than a bit anxious, because I am a simple sort of person. Ask anybody. I can't even keep track of an organizer, much less be bothered to write things down in it. This month will be a pint-sized "growth opportunity". (You'll find me huddled in the corner, whimpering and pounding my head against the wall. Just check back on the 30th.)
The newsletter went out yesterday. I got to add a few more names today, and for the really cute blonde chick who couldn't see the photos, I think you just need to remove the parental controls. (They're 'stock photos' anyhow... you'll have to tune in to next month's issue to see the stack-and-whack quilt blocks, along with the October *new feature* itty-bitty-knitty project.) I'm taking my first official stab at writing a pattern for the project, and hope to have a link to the free pattern within the issue (cue the Melly!). Jeez, that sounds busy, doesn't it? You can't stop stupid... at least not when I'm on a roll.
Btw, Caroline came in with said quilt blocks and I nearly pee'd my pants. Wow. All amazing kaleidoscopic gorgeousness, but you can curl up in it. Awesome. I have two talented chicas stitching up sample quilts right this minute, and they've offered to make more. (Can you stand it? It so 'citing!)
Well, the wee-est of the wee Bechers has gone and passed out, so I'm taking that as my cue to put this blog to bed, too. Tomorrow will be a picture-post... I don't know yet about content. We'll see what happens after my eyes are pried open. C