I have a cold, I think. I figured it was either a cold or allergies, but I felt like I was running a bit of a fever today. Or maybe it was a hot flash. Or maybe it's psychosomatic. I cleaned house on Saturday except for the kitchen; then we went out to dinner and I planned to either clean the kitchen when we got home (but it was really too late) or the next day. Around about that time I started to get this scratchy throat, sinus congestion, cough, etc. So guess what? The kitchen didn't get cleaned. Do I care much? Not really, since I don't want to cook either! Do you feel sorry for me? I sure hope so. Send me some get well fabric, and I'm sure I'll perk right up!
Don't you just love it when the early morning or late afternoon sun comes streaming in the window onto a quilt and really shows up the texture of the quilting? I do! As I was getting ready for work this morning, I noticed how great my "monster quilt" looked with the sun streaming in. I tried to take a photo to share with you. I tried all different camera settings to try to capture the light and shadows. One was too dark and the other three were too light. Then my batteries were exhausted and so was I, so I gave up. The best of the four is below, but it really doesn't show you what I saw.
Nor can you feel what I feel, and that's really a shame. No, not the stuffed up head cold! The feeling of this densely quilted quilt. It's so soft and snuggly that I sometimes get sidetracked just petting the darn thing! I want to wrap it around me even if it IS 100 degrees outside.
Boy, I'm sure looking forward to getting this quilt finished! I've run into a little glitch, though. I need more thread. You know what happened last time I went to the quilt shop to get more thread, right? $75 later . . . . Still, I'd risk the temptation, but I actually know for a fact that they don't have this light blue thread because I checked when I was there. On Saturday I placed an order online, but it may take one to two weeks to arrive. I'll quilt as long as I can with what I have and if I can't go any further, I'll take a break from this project and move on to one of the other quilt projects awaiting my attention.
I've also been slowly unpacking the "stuff" I brought home from my mom's this past week. It's not the unpacking that's so time consuming, it's finding a place for all this stuff in a small house that was already crowded! I'm pretty excited about these though:
And why does it look bent and lopsided? It doesn't in person. More evidence of my inadequate camera skills! I know these glasses are probably not something that would excite everyone, but I've always had a hard time finding glasses to go with my semi-formal dishes for holiday meals. Crystal is much too fancy and plain tumblers aren't fancy enough. To my eye, these look just about right--these were from my mom. Now to find a place for them!
Thanks for all your help in naming my bedraggled pheasant. I think I'm going with Yvonne's suggestion of Phineas. I like the sound of "Phineas Pheasant." I liked "Phoebe Pheasant" too, but I'm told that this is a male pheasant and I've already had one male with gender issues in my life, so I don't need another. Phineas it is!
This morning, when I woke up after a stuffy-headed, restless sleep, I stumbled out to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of cold, leftover coffee, and headed to the microwave. I popped open the door and stood there staring for several minutes, trying to work out why the microwave contained a plastic container of leftover corn chowder from last night's dinner. This is the part about my husband losing his mind. I finally realized that my husband, whose job it is to put away the leftovers from dinner, had put the soup in the microwave instead of the refrigerator.
I worry about him. The other day I found an empty Starbucks cup in the living room on top of a bookshelf, on top of the cats' quilt. Why? What possessed him to put it down there? And sometimes, he'll get in the refrigerator, take things out to get what he wants, and forget to put them back. I'll come into the kitchen and find things on top of the refrigerator. Besides the leftover soup, the best episode of forgetfulness lately was when he lost his reading glasses. We searched the house high and low and searched his van as well. Hours later I found them--the ear piece was tangled up in the telephone cord and they were just dangling there.
All of this, I think, is a good argument in favor of marrying a younger man. At least his mind would still be intact when yours starts to go. Obviously I'm not going to be able to count on my hubby to remember the stuff I forget!