Quote of the day, dedicated to our friends, especially in England:
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall -- think of it, ALWAYS! -- Mahatma Gandhi
These are about to be sent to the very fast and furious fund-raiser - looking for good homes. I was a little tired tonight so I worked on my quilting stuff rather than doing more applique. A good time was had by all.
By the handful or the bowlful.... makes all the hot weather bearable, ne c'est pas?
And for the renown Suzette grower of humongo hosta in NJ, proof that money can grown on trees. No not trees, how about small plants? Biennials to be precise. OK, it's the best I can do upstate. Our growing season is shorter!
OK, I couldn't resist making just one more of these postcards. What is it about them? They're not even salty!
The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life. -- Robert Louis Stevenson
Still home with the cold - now in the "who cut my throat overnight" phase. I did a lot of snoozing yesterday, but I also fiddled around with the idea of those fabric postcards. Not as easy as they might seem, they were fun and I understand how addictive they might become.
Anyway, here are the two little cards I made and sent off to Virginia this morning -- Woodland and Leaf I:
Update (1pm): Leaf I has been purchased and is now a part of the Collection of the International Quilt Festival - Houston and Chicago. How cool is that?Much later - Woodland was also purchased, by Karen Cote, from upstate NY.
Here's a good cause and one that is easy to support thanks to Virginia Spiegel. Over $4600 raised for the American Cancer Society through the sale of 4x6 inch fiber postcards using the power of the 'net.
What's that jingle -- a summer cold is a different animal -- from anyway?
Work progresses on my site re-design. I'm not ready to sprout css wings and fly away solo but then why bother when other people have done a lot of the work for you (and probably enjoyed doing it. So glad to have helped you out there by being appreciative).
But back to the cold - last night - BAM - summer cold arrives. And I'm blaming the stupid woman at Borders Friday night who sneezed all over me. Twit. Actually my response to her was to look her in the eyes and say "niiiiiiiccccce." So here I sit, bad throat, bad sinuses, bad head, sweaty (although that could be blamed on the weatherman - the term he used was "oppressive") and generally feeling ick.
And of course, I finished my reason for being at Borders on Friday this morning around 11:30. Whew. There's nothing like a good read, which is what you can say about Harry Potter. So I'll have to find something else to do today and it's not going to be very strenuous. It may involve large cooling beverages and a bed.