Its 5:30 in the morning here. I'm still up! We are spending the night Friday night as "security" at the guild quilt show. Getting a little practice in ahead of schedule, so I don't fall asleep at the show.
*Rachel rubs her sleepy eyes "what do you mean somebody stole all the quilts?"*
This is my earth day bench. Its made from recycled fence and some great concrete blocks I got from the Rebuilding Center in Portland. Its an awesome place! The bench sits in my garden space so I can park my behind and watch the lettuce grow.
The perfect shape a circle in a square. I thought they were simple and modern. I think they were used for sewer pipe back in the day. idk.
A little radish. teeny tiny . How cute is that? I love spring in Oregon.
Friday is always a tough day for me. I volunteer ,thru my guild, with a group at the County Corrections. Details withheld. I really like being there and I get a great deal from these ladies, but Friday is my day to recover. I grew up really poor in Los Angeles County, around people shooting drugs, sadness, hopelessness, despair and crisis. I made it out, and I am grateful, but Friday is my day to process and recover.
I also get a chance to teach beginners how to sew/quilt. Excellent experience for me. It's a win win.
Proof of Spring; this is my Mom out in the sun, reading and soaking up the heat. She is such a little old lady; tea drinking, pillow punching, and boring story telling. I love her, when I grow up I want to be just like her. But like my dog Stella I hope to be in the shade.
Yawn...
Quilters Rock!
