These are the border sections for the RRCB quilt. Like Bonnie said, sew two-sies then four-sies and watch them grow. And, they grow fast. The two shorter borders are finished and I'm working on the two longer. I have this funny feeling that I'm going to get an argument from a girl that, because of all the pink in this quilt, it should go to her. And, I get that. And, it might. But not until one of two things happens. Either it warms up, or I get another lap sized cuddle quilt.
I don't mind giving Sydney a quilt at all because she has proven that she both loves them and uses them. We made her a lap quilt a couple of years ago and she uses it all the time...even when I'm in shorts and fanning myself.
Now, about my well planned day. I got the letter that I had to go in to the DMV to renew my license this time. Grrrr. Everyone knows that DMV is synonymous with WAIT! But, I don't wait well. So, I decided to start early in case I had to go back more than once. I picked a day when it was freezing and cloudy, hoping most people would stay home. It wasn't a Friday. I didn't go first thing in the morning, so missed the before-work rush. I didn't go at the traditional paydays. There was nothing to bring people to the DMV at all, unless they had procrastinated until the last minute and had to be there. That day was yesterday.
My planning paid off. It took 13 minutes from the time I got out of my car until I got back into my car. The chair I sat down in didn't even get warm. Whoohoo!!!
In fact, the only thing I forgot to do was bathe all my exposed skin in antibacterial hand sanitizer when I left. Crap! By the time I went to bed last night, I had a sore throat. When I got up this morning, I have sick head. You know what I mean. That wierd lightheadedness that usually preceeds a fever.
I agree. That's just too soon to start showing symptoms, right? So, I'm hoping it is just allergies. Hoping. Hoping. Hoping. I rarely get sick. But, then again, I rarely go places where I'm exposed to lots of people. And, when I do go there, I sanitize myself. It's paid off. Oh, and I'm a hand washer, too. You might have heard me humming happy birthday at a sink while briskly rubbing my soapy hands together. I try not to hum out loud, but sometimes I catch some guy looking at me out of the corner of his eye at a men's room basin and wonder if he heard "happy birthday, dear Lanie..."
I'm loading up on vitamin C and sipping hot peppermint tea with honey and a clementine squeezed into it. I have on two layers of warm clothing.
And, no. I am not a hypochondriac. Nah!
Take care and use your sanitizer. That's what it's there for.