It was a good weekend, I didn't work too hard, but I got a fair few things done.  It's good to slow down and enjoy time off, instead of constantly racing to do things.  It was just the thing I needed when I was feeling rather bedraggled.
 
We did take the dogs to the beach, and it was quite cold and very windy. 

The dogs enjoyed their run on the beach, but hated walking out on the jetty in the wild wind; Pips ears were blown inside out, and she couldn't wait to get back onto firm ground.  Neither she nor Dolly are Old Sea Dogs; they just like running through the sand and finding things to investigate.

On the way home there was a rain cloud sitting on top of the pass through the hills; the wind turbines looked very mysterious shrouded in mist and rain.

I sewed my sampler into one piece, and I still can't quite believe it's finished.

 It looks fine to my eyes; last time I sorted my UFOs I thought it was just rubbish, hence the urge to throw it in the bin.

I'm glad I didn't, it brings back memories of my life then.

 I was a hand-piecing advocate, thought it was the 'right' way to do patchwork; I think I only embraced machine work when I started my family and had so little time to spare.  I realised then that I would never get anything finished if I didn't use my sewing machine to help out.  Now, my lovely Singer 538 is my best friend in the sewing room.  Times change.