I am a grown man, very long in the tooth, and can't decide which project to take on vacation. I don't think I'm taking a machine because really, there just wasn't that much time to sew last time we were there (watch, something will be different and I'll be kicking my patooty for not having a sewing machine). I figure that if I take a couple of hand work projects, I'll easily be able to fill the driving time and the few hours in the mornings before Sydney wakes up and after I finish writing my blog posts.
Anyway, my two hand work projects that are the most portable are this Christmas Drunkard's path that I got really excited about three years ago and have left sit since. All the blocks are made by hand, so I had planned to assemble them by hand. This could be the cmas quilt this year.
Or, I could leave this home and put them together by machine sometime later, which would be mega faster and could make this quilt an even bigger contender for this year's holiday quilt.
Or, I could take the tried and true, July 4th and summer, red white and blue hexagon medallion quilt
Otherwise known as the perpetual, never ending hand sewing project. Honestly, every time I get close to the finish on this project, I come up with a new border or a new idea, or I take out the center and make it again. It's going to be a great quilt...someday. Unfortunately, an English Paper Pieced project of any size is often a lifelong project for any quilter to finish.
Sometimes I think I'll take one. Sometimes the other. Sometimes I think I'm just distracting myself with this, so I don't have to think about the mountain of stuff that has to be done before vacation.
Anyway, Lily Munster bloomed today, and I managed to get a picture.
Lily Munster is the only good thing to come out of a brief period of dating this really creepy guy. Everybody had one that was really creepy, right? This one was pretending about who he was and at the end, I found out he was not a landscape architect, he was an accountant. He had not moved here for a better job, but came here to live off his brother because he'd been fired and foreclosed on in his previous town, where he sold pesticides to local plant nurseries. And, finally, he walked up to me on a date one night and told me he'd met someone else and goodbye.
Whew! Dodged a bullet on that one.
But, I got a beautiful lily out of it.
And, then I met Rob. No. Seriously. That same night. And, after six months of dating because I had learned my lesson about getting to know people before getting too seriously involved, we "jumped the broom" and we've been together ever since.
So, great flower, great guy. Somehow everything works out right in the end.