I’d like to thank Kate, and Leah and all my fans….(oh wait no!)…for their purchasing support and I’d like to thank My Mommom and The Man’s Grandma for the birthday checks I just opened. because that quilt is MINE.
Yeah, baby ! Yeah!!
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Dude. Duuuuuuude. Do you see this quilt? I LOVE IT.
An undying love. I don’t even care if it is vintage or not. Do you? Look at the pattern. Turtles. Terrapins. And it could be mine….it’s on e-bay. Right. Now. E. Bay.
I have seen a pattern like this before of a vintage quilt in an old magazine and I had it pinned to my wall in my sewing room (before the destruction). Anyway a current e-bay item. I may have to own it. OWN IT. The best part? Not quilted. I would get to quilt it. (EBAY)
Do you think I could convince The Man that I have another birthday this month?
Man, now I just need some freaking walls that I can hang quilts on. That and some “freaking sharks with freaking lazor beams!”*
*duudes. I just googled that quote and I think every blogger….ever has used it. duuuudes. Seriously. Okay…okay I’m going to bed
Every once in awhile, I just want to call my posts Post #57. Today was about lists and the title seems fitting. I love, love making lists. No really. L-o-v-e.
List making helps keep me organized. What with paying bills, doing homework, doing “HOME work”, training schedules, quilting projects, practicum, and trying to learn website stuff, a girl needs her lists.
School is stressing me out somewhat, mostly because I find it uninteresting at this time. I want to spend my time building websites (something I’m totally getting into right now). Of course I don’t know what I’m doing. And I keep having to track down The Man, via email, the phone, or tromping back and forth the property to ask him question about rollover buttons and so forth.
My practicum is focusing on grant writing and I really think building a website for the program I working for will help them hone their grant writing success. After all, the internet is the first place I go when looking for answers.
Speaking of the internet, I have become an official ebay-er er. Uh, what is the plural of that? I’m addicted. I’ve been cruizing the net, checking the cool interesting things on there and I have my eye on a few choice items that I’d like for myself. But, THEN. I discovered half.com. And shelves of unread textbooks from two undergraduate programs and four master programs (our combined effort) suddenly looked less like space-taker-uppers and more like money-in-my-pocket.
So we’ll see how it goes.