I can't take the Shoofly quilt down from my design wall yet, I just love looking at it throughout the day. I fall asleep looking at it, full of satisfaction at the colour combination and the beautiful geometrics of the block. The border pleases me greatly too, I love the triangles marching around the centre. It's wonderful to finish a project and be thoroughly satisfied with the result. I have to thank that long ago quilter for inspiration, the vendor for selling it and Bonnie for posting that photo that sent me hurrying to make my own version.
Friday was a mental health day. It was a stormy start, I was racing around on my bike with lightning and thunder overhead, and rain bucketing down at intervals. When I stopped to deliver things people sympathised with me for the awful conditions, but I loved it. If I was at home working I would be inside and not aware of the fantastic clouds, the alternating hot and cold air, the strange gusts of wind from the east. It was amazing, and I got paid to be out there witnessing it. Good stuff.
When I got home Mereth had been working at her machine for seeral hours, finishing a customer quilt, and was ready to run away with me to Jamestown. We dropped the dogs off at Matt's, then were off on our little adventure. We always go to the op-shop there, where I fell in love with this vase;
We stopped in at the patchwork shop of course, to find a few essential pieces.
We went to a couple of hardware stores for plants and bits & bobs, and the supermarket, then splashed out on excellent coffee for the trip home.
On the way we got thoroughly sidetracked by the clouds and the extraordinary light on the fields. We kept exclaiming, and pointing things out to each other, and stopping the car to take photos. We pulled off the road at one spot, and saw a tiny track over the hills that we had never noticed before.
It was a great day to be driving on country tracks, not knowing where we were exactly and not really caring.
We stopped at a farm to ask for directions back to main road, and admired this mare and foal.
The owner told us he was a pretty blue when he was born, and keeps changing colour as he gets older. He's destined for racing, and he's got the legs for it.
The clouds got darker, and the light stranger, so we hightailed it home ahead of this cloud.
It looked like something from Lord of the Rings, threatening and portenteous, and coming in fast. We outran it though, and by the time we'd picked up the dogs and arrived home there was just a few minutes of rain left in it. We had a splendid day out, very refreshing, and now I'm ready to do some hard work in the garden. Thank heavens for weekends.