Life is starting to pick up pace around here, and the blogging has suffered. I finished my Chain Of Arrows about 2 weeks ago, and didn't get round to posting a picture. I love how it turned out, and it was a lovely quilt to make. It's joined the stack of tops waiting to be quilted.

I haven't done much sewing since, apart from my 5 Dear Jane blocks. That's the three new ones, plus a little applique I started working on last night with our night group. It's pleasant to have hand-work to stitch on. I've been so busy filling orders and arranging classes and trying to recover old files from 5year old CDs that I have hardly had time to turn the sewing machine on. That makes me sad. And Cranky! I need to do some sewing, soon.

When I visit Mereth at night I've been crocheting hexagons for an afgan to donate to Africa; several of the girls in the patchwork group do that, so I thought I would too. It will use up a heap of oddments of wool. Mereth says it is Ugly, but I like it. It's very bright, shall we say. I have no idea why all those colours are in our wool stash anyway, I can't remember wearing hot pink and acid yellow and bog green. It's very warm anyway.

Yesterday and the the day before Matt and I shifted furniture for about 4 hours. We are in the final stages of setting up the classroom at the Lodge, and it looks good. I'm exhausted though; I spent the latter part of yesterday with my head on the table whimpering and icepacks on my wrists. Ouch! Matt and I work very well as a team; we take it in turns to walk backwards, and we think the same way which is handy when manouvering awkward loads through doorways. And he's always ready to take a break, which suits me and my ancient wrists just fine.

Last night I gritted my teeth and we shifted the final thing, which was Ms Millhouse. We are going to Adelaide this weekend so Millhouse can have a tune-up, and she was strapped into the back of my station wagon with plenty of packing. I was sort of surprised how big the machine looked in the back of the car; every now and again I think a big car is an extravagance,but there have been times when we blessed every inch of space in it. Like when we put Rob's king size mattress in there.....

I should be getting ready to leave, not fiddling about here. I'm tired already, but I should brighten up a bit on the way. It's a nice drive down there, and we have planned a few stops in antique shops to keep us interested. At least life isn't dull.