Sunday Sundry - Vol. 40
Friends, I have some sad news. Me and the Greek (yogurt) broke up. I know, I know. Many of you probably figured it was inevitable but were too polite to warn me, and I truly had high hopes. What makes a girl forget her own history and play with the same fire all over again? I wish I knew. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say it involved a gut-wrenching betrayal. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you get what you need. I needed some foam covers for my earphones. I lost one the other night on a walk. Aren't these cute and colorful? Dollar Store! I'm going to recover mine at work too.
I had started working on more Pips in a Basket blocks earlier today, but things got interrupted. But let me interrupt that story by asking, do you trim your jelly roll strips? This is the first jelly roll I've worked with and I am trimming because, well, look:
Houston, we have a discrepancy. Maybe not a big deal, depending on how your quilt goes together, but that's a good 1/8 inch difference between those two strips, and that's enough to mess me up. Granted, it doesn't take much.
Anyway, I was in the middle of chain piecing when the phone rang. A guy was supposedly on his way to my house to buy a bass guitar I had for sale, except instead of being 3 miles away like he thought, he was more like 30 miles away and headed in the wrong direction. So we agreed to meet in the middle to do the deal.
I'm glad it sold, finally. It had been on craigslist for over a month with hardly a nibble, even though I had dropped the price. Bob the Bass Buyer got himself a sweet deal, and the cash goes to my daughter's boyfriend on whose behalf I was selling it. I'm hoping, in return, he can help me figure out my printer issue.
Know anyone who wants to buy an electric guitar?
Well, I've got to run. I have a date with these guys in the sewing room this evening.
Hey, anybody who wears a t-shirt with a typewriter on it and makes me want to dance next to my ironing board is a friend of mine. And the bass player looks a little like Robert Pattinson.
7 comments:
We're on guitar overload here, so can't help in that area. Sorry about the Greek...some things just aren't meant to be.
I'd have trimmed that jelly roll strip, too. An eighth inch is too much difference!
I know someone who wants an electric guitar, but since he already has three guitars, I don't think he really needs another! Great post - sorry about the greek yogurt, though! I always enjoy your Sunday Sundry....
You find the best stuff at the dollar store! I don't go there often, but I stopped in the other day to pick up a pair of magnifying glasses and found a few treasures myself, like an umbrella. For a dollar. And school supplies were everywhere. I couldn't resist.
I'm going to have to listen to your band later (I promise I will). I've got a migraine today that is NOT going away, which is why my comments are long and rambling and don't really relate at all to your topics and probably don't make much sense on top of that.
I've notice that not all pre-cuts are cut to the size they're supposed to be, so go right ahead and trim the jelly roll and don't feel bad about it.
Oh, and sorry to hear about your break-up. Loved the subtle illusions (lol). Hope you're feeling better.
xo -E
sorry about the yogurt - is there any made out of soy or tofu that you could try if it doesn't have gluten - I'm not an expert by any means on that stuff.
Karen
http://karensquilting.com/blog/
Me and the greek met once, and I knew it could never enter my house again, there was just something about it. Glad you at least gave it your best shot. No guitar players this way. I find most precuts are off. Sometimes my fat quarters are inches off.
Sorry to hear about the yogurt issue.
Hope you get that electric guitar sold!
I read somewhere once that charm squares can be out by up to 1/4 of an inch! It kind of defeats the purpose of pre-cuts when you have to trim up doesn't it?
Sorry things didn't work out between you and the (Greek ) yoghurt. Maybe it was a "cultural" thing. I couldn't resist ....
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