Back at it.

Okay, okay, uncle already. I get it, the quilt needs to be done. And so it shall. As I write, the boobs are upstairs, drying flat and as square as they'll allow in preparation for binding, embellishing, and giving. Away. Far, far away. I am so ready to be done with this and okay, universe, I get it. Tonight I'll cut the binding, tomorrow I'll attach it, and start sewing it down. I've got embellishments waiting to go - rhinestones from Jules, pearls from Rian. There's a tattoo from Vicky and some biker punk goodies from Debra. Karen sent shells, Christine sent a sweet little sewing machine charm. For the rest, I've got baby block beads, rat-tail and a silver boot bolo, glass beads and plastic baubles. And for Ellie Mae with the undiscovered lump, a pink ribbon charm on a pink silk ribbon. And that will be that. I need to have this project out of my hands.

I've slowed down on the scarf, not sure why. It measures just about 5 1/2 feet. The plan has changed - there will be no spaghetti supper, no silent auction, no raffle. I'm not sure what the plans have change to, maybe a carwash. So the scarf, unless I put it on eBay or Etsy will be for one of my teenaged nieces for Christmas. 'sall good.

I walked in from getting the mail and slogged through the wet to checkout my perennial bed. There's signs of life from some of the bulbs and tubers, the lilacs and high bush cranberry have fat little buds, and the shrub roses too. It's going to snow tonight...