Just a little whine.

I really don't have much to say other than whine. I woke up with a cold. You know the kind.
Head is full of stuffing you bend over and feels like its going to explode. I have the runny nose too. Great just because I have a friend who has school age kids and they are all sick. Yep going back to school means measles, mumps and every strain of flu and cold imaginable. Her 2 darling daughters are great girls , and when they are sick they hang all over you because they want to be coddled. What was I thinking going over there. Oh yeah right , we were fondling fabrics.

And pre menopause. Whats that? You get to have hot flashes and sweats and still have your period and can't guess when its coming. Yeah!!! that's right up there with things I have to have. I am the most miserable woman in the world when I am hot. Claws are bared, Bee in the bonnet, grumpy as a bear, psychotic all these words come to mind as I drift through the ever erratic hormones.

DH is spending more time with his hunting buddies , good thing too. Its safer out with a bunch of guys with guns than being at home with me. One wrong word and BLAMO! I will rip his hide with words so sharp you would think they are a filleting knife.

His last words to me before heading out the door was "oh yeah , your going through the change"
Heaven help the poor world if Men had the same hormone problems, because they are for the most part stupid. Great for opening stubborn jars but to have some type of"their"empathy not gonna happen. Their quick but doofy wit will get them bonked on the head with a frying pan.

Could you imagine a man freaking out with fluctuating hormones , they would be completely unable to function. DH sits on the couch and whines and pouts when he gets a little tickle in his throat. Could you imagine half the populace then beating the snot out of each other because Big John has cramps and is moody . LOL I can

Oh well enough of whining , I am going to go spread my germs to my loving sisters. I was taught to share with them at all times.

Hugs
Deedee

Friday Fling and Saturday Quiltshow

Its been a wonderful week off and boy did I need it. I didn't work quite as hard as I should have on fall clean up in the yard but darn I loved the week off.
Friday I found the energy to tackle the wall of quilting stuff which for the past 9 months has been sitting in my living room. My bad. In the effort of taming the stash monster I had totes full of stuff, and I had no idea what was left in them. So I started sorting. I found my patterns and kits for up coming projects that I swear that I wouldn't start until I did a few UFOs. I still love the patterns and will attempt them in the future after Christmas maybe. My DH just about fell over when he got home and could see the wall.

Total totes emptied and sorted 5 and that left me with 2 full totes put away in the room with my fabric cupboard. The cupboard was a whimsy that DH picked up. Its a little pine garden style shed with shelving. Its smells great. I lined the shelving and walls with clear shelf lining so I can still see the wood but my stash that could fit in there is now protected from any fluids that may seep from the pine boards. I still have 3 plastic drawer carts to organize. These contain my sewing machines feet and bobins , odd rulers and other numerous bits. Each are for different machines so I am half way there. Still have 4 bins in my bedroom to sort but all in good time.

I have earmarked a couple of patterns, one to my Secret Santa Partner from Chookyblue's SSCS
. I may even make a layer cake with my stash for *&^%#* in $^(*&)*^@ as part of my SSCS
I have another pattern for a Pay it forward that I am going to be doing later this fall.

Yesterday was a quiltshow at Pineridge Church. Very pretty quilts and some that are WOW . I took some pictures and loaded them onto the computer last evening and DH said they were okay but not particularly liked by him. He doesn't like the 2 colour quilts and said they were not as nice as mine. And the others needed more colours. Dear Man that gave him brownie points from me because I love making scrappy quilts.

Swap Parcels

The parcels have begun to arrive. So far I have received from Sallie, Sunna, Judy, Joanna, and Louise.
My interest is peeked and I need to peek! This is like telling a kiddie to wait until morning at Christmas. But I know there is more to come! I hope to make something special for the ladies in my swap. I am hoping that I can get my program to work properly for this. This is I hope, the first of many successful swaps.
We have discussed having a batik swap . Unwashed. mmm, Nickels and a few others that have been tossed around. We will be having one in October.

I have the week off to deal with court and a few other legal issues dealing with my mothers estate. Fun Fun Fun.

I plan to sneek in more than a few hours of sewing.

Remembering

Well last night was a restless night. I sat in my bed searching out poems. Not that I am a big poem enthusiast but rather somber task of searching for the perfect poem for my mothers memorial in the paper. On Saturday it will be 2 years that she has passed.
With each season the remembering becomes less painful. We sat with her those 9 days in the hospital taking turns sitting with her. There are happy little moments in those days of quiet resolve that she was going to leave us behind and that we better get our sh*t together. We bickered with each other as we were want to do. Striking up a surge of emotions that we could not voice. Helping her get up one moment she quite angrily shot " Why don't you start listening." I quite smartly answered her question with " After 41 years why on earth would I start now." She started laughing at that moment and agreed with me. My aunt was with us and was surprised at the vocalization of dissatisfaction and the laughter from both of us. It was how we communicated. We were to much alike to get on well together. Truth be told we never quite sure how too. I look back at our numerous arguments and think how silly and petty. She had me at quite a young age and I believe we both grew into adulthood at the same time, which in turn would explain why our arguments were more suited to siblings than mother and daughter.
Hug your family today folks
Hugs and blessings to all
Lynn

Girly and fanciful

Well for anyone that knows me in person they know I had hair down to the bottom of my bottom. I was standing next to a coffee shop just getting my 3rd cup of coffee of the day and I was gazing into the window of a very posh looking hair salon. You know the places. Hair dressers are all 20 something and beautiful , surrounding modern chic, and hairspray that cost over $20. I had a moment of I need change. So after sitting for 25 minutes with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes to a me without what seems to be 2 feet of hair. The style is cute easy care and was very nicely done. I have had a hang up over my hair for a good 17 years and had the same two women cut/trim my hair. The last time I had a cut was in 1999 and that was only because I went my usual salon and first time ever had a new person perm my hair. She didn't read my chart that I had on file there since I was oh I would say 14 or so. So you have to say long time customer, got over processed over cooked over curly frizzzzzzzzzzy mess. Not happy. So you know the nightmare where you wake up and your hair starts breaking off and chunks start coming out. That was me. So to Fix what they messed up I ended up with what I would call a boy's bowl cut. AARGGGHH! Picture is only drawing because I have burnt all photos of me with the nasty ugly boy's bowl cut.

So since that nastyness I have only had 2 very dear friends trim about an inch of my hair at a time. So I had nice long hair , but the drawbacks was that the ended were sunfaded and becoming split so the top of my head nice dark brown, bottom of my hair Coppery red crusty hair.

ILOVE MY HAIR. No split ends no odd colours, wash and wear, lighter lighter lighter only difference is when I went to wash my hair I used to much shampoo. lol. Change is good its girly and not to young.

And speaking of girly there are so many quilters that have amazing quilts with a very feminine soft pretty quilts. I don't think I could ever make something that fanciful and girly. I mean when I hit the shops with credit card in hand, I jump for the bold and the beautiful. I just don't pick up those nice soft girly fabrics. I love them but I just go for the brash in your face colors. I would have to change my shopping habits. Now there was a time that every time I went into a shop I would pick up a red or burgundy FQ. Who am I kidding I still do actually lol but I see other colors and currently in a orange and purple mode. And the soft greens and rose prints are left behind. I know I love those quilts and the girly girl part of me goes I want one, the bright free spirited me goes I want that orange feather print and the purple and lime batik. And I still don't have a girly girl pretty quilt.

The girly girl is the the part of me who loves historical romances and cutting flowers in my garden. Enjoys sitting in the shade with my pomeranian (girly dog supreme) reading said historical romances. I will probably buy a quilt like that for myself just to feed that frilly girly girl inside me. Meantime I have a bunch of purples that I have to cut up for my Old Tobacco Road.

Good night every one
hugs and blessings to all of you.