Let's just say Shit hit the fan and let it go at that. One thing for sure, the past three weeks has reminded me just how lucky I am. I have a good job, that I love. My DH loves me and, while he may not love all of the dogs, he steps in to take care of them when I can't. My DSis (as opposed to the DS ((Dear Son)) and I are devoted daughters and we are surprisingly compatible. Speaking of the DS, he landed a good job in his field after months of heart breaking rejections. Actually, this job is the best of all of them, so there.
It is hot here, now. Hot and humid. The quilting studio (well, OK, room) faces southwest. In the winter, that is good. In the summer, no so much. Still I managed to practice a little bit and have finally loaded a quilt. I am ready for Prime Time. I am sick of practicing. I want to go for it, whole hog.
My ruler came from the Quilter's Apothecary while I was away. Wrigley thought it was a yummy treat and opened it for me. Maybe Jamie was eating a ham sandwich as he packed it. Who knows?
I used it on a practice piece and have to say that the angled handle is nice. I guess I can try some ditch stitching. I am just aching to get some hours in. I took delivery of the Nolting in May and, sadly have only 8 (eight) hours logged. Time to change the needle. How sad is that?