Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Ugly quilt

My mind would roll the phrase "I can't believe I'm actually doing this" over and over on a continuous loop whilst I pieced and quilted this thing. If there was no reason to finish this quilt, I wouldn't have even put the blocks together. And the 500+ one inch squares in the sashing took forever. I was so glad to see it raffled off. I'm sorry if you like it, but this was just not my style. I like most quilts, but I couldn't stomach this one. What a lot of work and money for something I don't like. What a waste! All those hours I'll never get back. Sometimes finishing a project just isn't worth it.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Self portrait

I tried taking pictures of myself. It was almost getting to the point where the camera was making fun of me. Double chin, eyes half closed (and I was taking the picture - go figure!), a leering grin (didn't even know I could do that), squinting, too big a smile, etc. etc. Anyway, this is me in my new hair. It suits me, and some people don't even seem to realize I had it cut. Which is a good thing. Sorry it took so long (you can't say I didn't try!).

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Heart Day

Yes, yes, love in the air. It is the late, great, Saint Valentine's Day. Children were sent off to schools everywhere with shameless Disney marketing in their backpacks to give to classmates. Roses are at a ridiculous price and waistlines are widening with an overindulgence of chocolately aphrodisiac. Me, I'm not really the gushy, gooey, sentimental type. But I certainly don't mind being told how awesome I am, so this holiday, while certainly commercialized (and really, which holiday isn't!), is OK in my books. Bring on the love, people!

Note: I don't mean that you have to tell me how awesome I am. Just one person, and I think he knows who he is.

p.s. Happy Valentine's Day!

Monday, February 12, 2007

A February Birthday

Today is Caleb's birthday. Already eight years old. Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday that he had turned one and refused to let me feed him - had to do it all himself. At one! And the word no sent him into a torrent of tears. He felt so sorry, or so guilty, or so sad to disappoint. Always sensitive to those around him, trying to make them feel happy or good about themselves (well, maybe not always, brothers can be fairly annoying). He could swing a golf club like a seasoned pro at one and a half, and his first word was ball. Not mom, not dad, but ball.

We aren't having the party today, but Thursday due to a lack of planning on my part. What with two hockey tournaments and quilts to get ready for each of them, plus trophies to organize and a demanding three-year-old to accommodate, the invitations didn't get done. Then I tried phoning everyone, but most people had their numbers unlisted. Caleb seems OK with it, though. When Luke gets home tonight, we'll give him his present - a road hockey net and two games for his Nintendo 64.

One other thing, Caleb doesn't want a cake for his birthday party. He wants apple pie. Don't know how that'll go over with his friends, but I love it for being so unique! He is definitely his own little person.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Hair today, gone tomorrow

This is me on Saturday afternoon...
and me on Saturday evening.