Every weekend should be five days long. I'm having a lovely time just pottering in the sewing room and the garden, it would be wonderful if life was like this all the time. But it's back to work tomorrow, and we'll be running to try and catch up. But it's totally worth it.
I've quilted all the donation tops that were given to me, just have to bind them sometime during the week.
I am still working to rationalise my stash; much as I love my Judie Rothermel fabrics that came in the fabric club, I find them overwhelming as a group. I have four drawers full of them, and I never seem to use them. It's been three years since I got them, and it's time to start cutting them up. I devised a couple of projects that use massive amounts of fabric, not just a measly strip or two. I'm cutting a 5.5" and 6.5" strip from a fat quarter, and there's not much left after that, especially if it's been nibbled at already.
Yesterday I drove down to Adelaide to pick up Mereth from the aiport, and managed to fit in a little trip to Bunnings, our huge hardware chain. I adore that place so much, but I never have enough time to go through the whole place, I just run in and grab a few things and race off again. It's a serious limitation going alone, no-one to help load gear onto the trolley. I should have bought all the bulky stuff first, loaded it into Wilson and gone back for the fun stuff. I managed to get some wood and melamine shelving that I needed, plus some plants, so that will keep me happy for a while.