Nothing quilty to show again this week, although I am making progress hand-quilting the Scrappy Star. At this rate I'll have to re-name the blog. Change it from the Prairie Quilter to Whatever Strikes My Fancy. However, I have made a quilt-related New Year's Resolution: to give more thought to naming my quilts. Yeah, I know, I'm really knocking myself out with this one. It sounds like a rather weenie resolution, however, I have discovered that naming quilts really is not my forte. So I'll turn my attention to it this year.
A Special Birthday:
You've met my cousin Lori. I may have mentioned we share the same birthday? (I know I've posted this picture before, and I'm posting it again because it makes me happy. It captures how we are together. )
Due to the time of year our birthday comes, December 30th, it often gets overlooked--even by ourselves. Who needs another holiday between Christmas and New Years? Our family made sure this year that did not happen. Bless them.
We got time away from our responsibilities to buzz down to Wichita and visit Hancock's and Hobby Lobby. How cool is that? It was interesting to see how much Lori's crafting overlapped with my quilting. Then we had a quiet lunch together.
Time spent with her is a like a balm on my soul.
Oh and then there were the special t-shirts: Birfday Twins. Thank you Eric!
Nobody believed we'd wear them outside of the house. HA! We did one better, by adding the fleece boas that Lori made, before heading out to eat Mexican food. We got a few stares.
(I cut myself out of this picture because I looked like a total dweeb--eyes closed.) I couldn't believe how warm those fleece boas are. Better than a knitted scarf, in my opinion.
Our birthday was in a word: AWESOME.
Fun and Games:
The rest of the week had its share of silliness. Newton is home to this blue sky sculpture you see in the background behind me.
And these two..., (I'll refrain from using the word art) figures. Eric and I couldn't resist having a bit of fun:
Apologies:
I hate to think of all the wonderful posts I've missed. And I apologize. I am so behind on my blog-reading, I fear I may never catch up. (But hey, partying like you're 47 eats up time!)
