Valentine's Day began with a surprise while I was lying in bed (not what you're thinking) doing my shoulder exercises. See there? I know how to party.
Norm had been up making coffee. He came back upstairs with a brown paper bag garnished with a red bow.
"Happy Valentine's Day! It's not breakfast in bed." We had just been talking about the whole breakfast in bed thing a few days before. I said I kind of liked the idea. He said he didn't really care for it. Obviously, after 30 years, this is not a deal breaker. Just one of those things you shrug off and go, "Hunh."
I sat up and took the package. It felt like...a bowl?? But it was even better.
A cake stand! Not just any one, but the Georges Briard cake stand I had seen at the antique mall a couple weeks ago. He had gone back and bought it for me a few days later.
Isn't that sweet? I love it!
I made him some brownies yesterday in return, which, no, I did not put on the cake stand (are you kidding? I just washed it). I totally could have though. I will definitely will use it in the future, just you wait and see.
We went shopping yesterday and I blew my Jo-Ann gift card from Christmas on a smaller rotary cutter, some blades, and these blazing lovelies, which I hope will help melt the polar icecap that seems to have dipped into our neck of the woods this winter.
What will I make with them? Who knows! Maybe I'll work some of them into the Tea Towel Challenge project. I need to get going on that again.
I also need to baste the next UFO to be quilted, which is this one, Hubcap Diamond Star Halo. Egads, I finished the flimsy two years ago. Surely it has aged enough by now.
Frankly, I've been a little intimidated by it. There, I said it. But "feel the fear and quilt it anyway," right? Right-o.