Random Quilty Stuff With a Dash of Sarcasm

Saturday afternoon, Mom and I got together to sew for what I told Dear Hubby (in all honesty) would only be 'a few hours'.  Nine hours later, I came home and judging by his facial expression, the man was glad to see me.  Something about being cooped up, alone, with the co-conspirators children.  I'd like to say I felt the slightest twinge of guilt, but I'd be lying.  This is, after all, the man who left me home alone for an entire week to attend a car show in Ohio...sorry, hon, but the Sympathy Train has departed the station.  He knew what he was in for when, at hour #4, he asked in all seriousness, if I was intending to come home and cook or would I be staying to hoot with the owls.  Silly man!  Who am I to disrupt an extended period of child-free quiet and partake in some conversation that isn't punctuated by someone's exuberant bodily expulsions?  I haven't gotten that much done since Mom's spring retreat.

It's kind of hard to see the edges, but here's the meat of my next charity quilt made from all the leftover half-square Thangles triangles.  I'll post an updated picture when it's got some borders.  I'd like to point out that I'm not mathematically nor pattern-making gifted, but I figured out the measurements for the corner and setting triangles all by myself (back pat).  After cutting.  And re-cutting.  And cutting some more.  And, okay, after unsewing a bunch of triangles that wound up on the wrong side of their respective pinwheel blocks.  I'm utterly fabulous, not perfect...GEEZ!

And, as if I weren't crazy enough, I bought another set of Thangles (that hysterical shrieking laugh you hear belongs to my Mother who thought, after all the witching I'd done about the last batch of Thangles, that I'd truly lost it), this time in 1" finished size to use with a roll of 1 1/2" wide strips that snaked their way into my stash.  I know, I know, I must've been feverish but I think they'll make a nice set (or two) of placemats.  After all, this package makes 1000 half-square triangles.  Oh, goody!!

Mom and I are planning a couple of retreats in the fall, so I shipped my Featherweight, Lennie, off to be cleaned and serviced...I miss her terribly already.  Standing in for her is another Singer baby of mine, Eleanor, of whom I am almost as fond.  She's operated by a knee-lever; she's too uptown for anyone to stomp all over her, thank you very much. 

Happy quilting, ya'll!