This was a fun one to put together, although it didn't use nearly as much of the pink stash as I thought it would. I seem to have a lot of that, for some reason.
As I made the bed today, I thought I'd capture another 16-patch quilt that I made last summer. This one has brightened my room for a couple months, a very welcome thing this winter.
Then I went rummaging in the closet for the St. Patrick's Day mug rug (by the way, there's a tutorial for that HERE). Ended up having to drag out the whole cache of mug rugs and minis in the process, because it's never the one right on top when you go looking.
I could use a better system for storing quilts and wall hangings and smaller things than piled willy-nilly on the shelf of the closet or stacked on the cedar chest (on top of some quilt books on the right, I see; so that's where they went...).
Do you have a system for storing quilts, etc.?
Since the light was decent at that time of the morning, I laid the minis out on the bed. Now there's a bright bunch, huh?
If that hasn't given you a headache, let me tell you about a dream I had the other night...
I dreamed I had a routine medical test of some sort, and in the process it was discovered I had a razor blade embedded in the center of my brain! Now, I know of no "routine" test that includes an x-ray of the head, but just go with me here.
|(Oh, Homer...Not my brain)|
Which isn't something anyone could tell me, I realized, as the dream became somewhat lucid. They would look to me for that answer, and I had absolutely no clue! It's not like you can snort a razor blade up your nose like I snorted that rolled up Flintstones Colorform back in the day. Even that didn't end up in my brain, but rather went through my sinus, and with a couple more vigorous and somewhat panicked sniffs, I swallowed it. So it ended up further south, presumably.
These are the things you never tell your parents, by the way, at least not right away. Fifty years later, maybe (hi, Dad!). All's well that ends well. Except for Fred Flintstone, the Colorform.
Do you remember that heady vinyl smell of Colorforms? Or the taste of Play-Doh? Elmer's Glue? Chapstick? Just wonderin'...
Anyway, the dream ended without any resolution, unfortunately. The weird thing is, I'm still curious!
No mystery with this guy, though.
|(Sharp mind you got there.)|