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I had to borrow this from a friends site. I love the sentiment. Reminds me of childhood pets that were always bent on escaping. Mainly hamsters. But I do remember Tiny always getting out the door and running straight for the main road. If I got down on the ground and called her sweetly and like I was ready to play with her she would come immediately.
This picture reminds me also that Spring is coming. I am ready to leave the gate open and go for it...
Spring Fever!
Some days are so hard to go to work. I saw out of the corner of my eye that there was fog on the water. I just had to go have a peek. I took this shot from a moving car but I think it is cool to see the driftwood blurred. This is Crescent Beach in the Winter.
Sometimes I just love living on an Island.
At quilt camp I fell in love with this fabric. I kept looking at it and dreaming of making an apron out of it. Then when I went past it's spot... it was gone. Yikes. I knew there were some serious fabriholics there but after lunch there was an unprecedented feeding frenzy. Oh, whoa is me, I waited too long. I looked everywhere. Then I saw "HER". She had the bolt tucked neetly under her arm. I ran up to her and said are you buying all of that? Oh no, just a yard. Then I saw HER. The woman walking closely behind. I told her that I went into a depression when I saw the bolt was gone. I NEEDED some. She said "how much do you need not to go into a depression"? I told her 2 yards would do it. "Oh, that's a lot" and she pondered my fate. I caved and said 1 1/2 would probably be ok. She held me to it and then she took the rest of the bolt (which turned out to be 10 2/3 yds) I had to buy a complimentary 1/2 yd of the pink/red print for the pockets. I made the apron the other night and just love it. It is the old fashioned cover your entire body kind with great pockets. It is just what I dreamed of and simple to make.
I have officially ditched Facebook. I am growing tired of know too much stuff about other people in such a casual manner. It is like eavesdropping. But the stuff you hear is neither edifying or informational. Sometimes it is, but I find it too invasive and too addicting. I have neglected the good ole pen and paper and my blog. NO MORE. I am turning back the clock and trying to ignite a new flame. It's called Communication. WOW. You should join me.
Sorry I dropped off the face...of the continent. Craft fair last weekend and one this Saturday too. Lots of other things crowding my creative juices. My main claim to fame is Catnip mice, then I am making reusable shopping bags out of feed bags... and more pin cushion Owlies. I will try to take some pictures and post. This is a little bone I am throwing you!
