My evenings are being spent cleaning up all those baskets of scraps – ironing and then cutting into assorted widths and suddenly my sewing room is beginning to look tidier and more organized and it is inspiring. I can’t wait to start a project using my own 2-1/2″ strips versus a jelly roll.
This system is what Bonnie Hunter uses with her own specialty ruler and I’m willing to give it a try. When I get my scraps under control I’m going to experiment on writing a mystery of my own using her rulers. I have lofty expectations, don’t I? Ha!
And more Harveys – Lois made Big Harvey—
And Little Harvey, too! Talk about an overachiever!
Earlene in AZ sent Little Harvey
And here’s Peggy’s Little Harvey
I made Little Harvey to give to Reed’s little sisters but no binding on it yet.
I have not forgotten the post on color inspiration, making a rug, a quilt from Beyond The Battlefield but right now I have to continue with clean up especially in the quilt shop. I have hauled out all boxes to be burned but they’re still too wet. Bummer. I bought another dehumidifier yesterday. And now I’ll tell you, admit to, my senior moment yesterday which ruined my whole day. And it’s going to take so long to type but I’ll tell you anyway because I feel so stupid!
I walked the muddy snow-drift covered grove looking for Telly yesterday when I wanted to leave for Mason City. I called and called and fearfully looked to the highway hoping I didn’t see a beige dog body on the road. I finally came back to the house to find Telly in the front seat of the van, waiting for me to leave because of course she didn’t want to get left at home. Hazel, now that’s another story – she would not get in the van and I couldn’t catch her to put her in the house since it was clear she didn’t want to go along. So unbelievably I left her in the yard to go back in the house on her own and Telly and I took off for Mason City, 25 miles away.
I went to Walmart first and did some basic shopping and went to the self-checkout to save time because there were lines at the cashier-operated lanes. I clicked to pay and the screen said I needed to wait for authorization. What for???? As I waited and waited I continued to question the price of the kitty litter in my chart – I thought it rang up higher than I was expecting. When I finally got a cashier to come to my lane, I asked what I would need authorization for and she said, “did you buy liquor?” No, I said and then she pointed to the beer in my cart. Oh, yes, I did. So I asked her why I’d use a self-checkout if I had to wait for help. I paid and as I went to leave I decided to go back and check on the price of the kitty litter. Sure enough, I was right – it had rung up at a higher price so off I went to customer service. 15 minutes later the clerk refunded the difference in price and I finally left Walmart.
I went to a Target and then on to Menards where I bought a dehumidifier and then to Kohl’s for socks. Finally I drove home. As I unloaded my van I clearly didn’t have all my bags – on looking at the Walmart receipt, the last 5 items in the final bag were ultimately left at the self checkout lane! I don’t have to tell you how my heart dropped when I realized what had happened. And Walmart is 30 minutes from my home. I could not bear to drive back right then so I called the store. I told her exactly what items were left at the first self-checkout lane and she so kindly said, we will refund that amount when I brought my receipt back to customer service. I asked her if they would believe me and did I have to do something to prove it was an honest mistake. She assured me I didn’t have to prove anything and I could come back at my own convenience. WOW! After all that angst, Walmart came through with flying colors and I tell the story to illustrate my senior moment, anxiety, frustration and utter disgust at myself. I vowed to never let this happen again – when I shop I will check and double check that all bags are in my cart – no matter what!
So today I return to Mason City to celebrate a friendship with someone I haven’t seen in years and catch up with her family and life in general. On the way home I’ll stop at Walmart. Sigh.
This picture made me feel good again – it came from friends in Montana and it was just what I needed to put a smile back on my face. Reed is going to love this picture – the hen looks like Debbie!