The relentless, boring sameness of it all….
is robbing us of all ambition. Translation: if we don’t leave now, we never will. Seriously. So we’re packing and loading and sweeping and mopping (add a bit of teeth gnashing and weeping for the full effect) and hitting the road home early this afternoon.
Vacation stitching was productive, considering I had to set my picnic quilt aside until I get the right shade of Kona (my money is on Bone). I finished 5 Farmer’s Wife blocks. Since DS Picnic & Fairgrounds was the only fabric I brought, I suffered through and made the best of it (I’m like that).
#15 Buzzard’s Roost:
#17 Cats & Mice:
#18 Century of Progress:
#20 Churn Dash:
And all together:
The rest of the stitching includes finishing my Summer Mystery Shawlette (pictures once it’s blocked or you’ll think I’m nuts for knitting a pile of goop), great progress on Semele, the binding on Orange Crush and about half the binding on Yellow Brick Road. If I’m coming off only a little smug, then I’m hiding it pretty well.
So that’s it. Vacation (stitching) is over.
But just in case you thought I was kidding about the monotony:
We gotta go before this happens again.