Weekend, finally

I had a request from Tabitha over at bendingpins to see some close ups of the quilting on my great-grandmother's Grandmother's Flower Garden quilt. I finally had some time to do things other than work, so I was happy to have a chance to take a few more pictures.

I can't tell you how impressed I am with the hand work that went into this quilt, and how glad I am that I have a machine to do it for me!

It was nice to have a weekend this weekend. I realized that this is the first weekend since the beginning of August where I haven't had to either work, or clean out the house, or both. It was very nice just to have two days devoted to leisure. I slept in, played with friends, and quilted. What more can you ask for?

On Saturday, I went to the Portland Farmer's Market at PSU, which I'd never been to before. I saw people walking around with beautiful flower bouquets from this booth.

I think flowers are usually so impractical and sort of a waste of money, but these groupings were so lovely that it almost makes me change my mind.

I was also impressed with this display of tomatoes and eggplant, I could see some sort of quilt block using these colors and layout.

I went with friends, so it was great to have some company and motivation to even get to the market. I  probably wouldn't have gone if they hadn't convinced me.

I couldn't decide all day if Jeremiah was wearing the "Modesty is Hot" shirt ironically or not.

Today was spent making another quilt block with feed sack fabrics. I really like the brown print, and the proportions on this block are correct, finally.

I have 8 more to go, and hopefully the truly busy time at work is over, so I will still have time to sew!

Speaking of work, you may (or may not) recall a series of posts I made about Fritz "settling" at various places around the house. What I didn't realize at the time (and feel quite badly about now) is that he had fleas, and was acting out of character because of it.

Since I've finally gotten rid of the fleas, Fritz has once again started following me around the house. It's cute, and annoying. It's nice to feel wanted, but it's less so at 6 a.m. when he's crying outside of my bedroom door to come in.

It is nice to be working from home though, and have him sitting in my lap.

Sort of. Somehow, I live with it.