First, I needed to find a gift for my sister-in-law, Sarah, whose birthday gala in Savannah, GA, is in thirty days.
This is Sarah:
She's very glamorous.
She also was the highest ranking teen tennis player in east Tennesse in the 1970s. (At matches, where you draw names to see who you play against, the other players -- usually grown women -- would cry when they drew Sarah's name because no one could return her serve. I love that about her. I'm also glad I don't play tennis.)
My second accomplishment this week was to finish piecing a quilt that's taken me (wait for it) 2 1/2 years to complete. I think I'm developing some sort of attention deficit issue. Fabric lost, fabric found, fabric replaced. Stitches torn out, blocks pieced incorrectly, appliqued leaves too big. And then there's the math of it, which I can't even go into without weeping.
Needless to say, this artistic stuff has taken a huge toll. Luckily, my friend Joyce (you've read her guest post in this space) salvaged the shreds of my quilt, along with my textile dignity, just before Christmas. Last weekend, I got 'er done and delivered it to a quilter in Glen Ellyn. In an ice storm.
Here's the quilt top:
It's far from perfect, but we don't do perfect around these parts.
I'll take a picture of it when it's quilted and bound.
So now that I have these two items crossed off my list, the basement beckons.