March 31, 2011

Not the most interesting title, but I'm never good at coming up with titles. Tomorrow I mail off the quilt I made for SOS America at the RT Convention in LA. I don't get to go this year, sniff (I will be going next year) but I'm hoping it can raise some money and go to a good home. Currently I'm waiting for the picture to load so I can post it.

Here we go.

Designed and pieced by me. Mom did the applique on the baskets and the quilting and binding. Yes, I put a label on it. I didn't take a picture of the label, but I do have the file.

My next project will involved lots of teeny weeny squares. Because of some lady name Vicki, I had to buy Sue Garman's Ohmigosh! pattern. I started it last weekend. It's going to end up being batiks and orientals.

So far, I've just cut strips and sewn them together, all while watching Alaska State Troopers. I have flashbacks to cold, hairy, drunk Alaskan men. Could be worse I guess. I keep getting horror films at work to catalog.

Time to go for now. The hedgies are in bed and I have a few more FB games to play before going to bed.

Happy Mardi Gras!

Yes, I've been very lazy lately. Meant to post some pictures after Quilt Camp, but totally didn't feel like it. The pics from my camera are on my lap top at home so that's a start. Quilt Camp was loads of fun, of course. :-)

This weekend is the QSC Spring Meeting. Our speaker is Susan Cleveland. I'm not taking classes this year. Those fill up way to quickly for my procrastinating self.  I've also got to save up my leave for the next Quilt Camp!

On the hedgie front. We're still battling mites. I think Ender is towards the end of his run. His back looks much better and I only find 1 or 2 quills a day. Calvin is mid-outbreak? Still shedding quills like its snow. He's had 2 shots so far. Guess he'll definitely get a third. He also goes in tomorrow for surgery. *Sniff* He's had this bubble on his leg that we thought was just a blood blister. Mom and I poked it with a quill the weekend before his last shot. Not much fluid came out so the vet thinks it's a grown. Anyway, the poor little guy gets dropped off at 730 tomorrow morning before I head into work.

More to come later, and I'll let you know how the little guy is doing.