Whitefish Dunes SP

Took a road trip yesterday. I have some ideas now.

Stopped at Hobby Lobby in Sheboygan and brought home a half-yard remanant of 'silk hopsacking' for $2 (originally $22/yard). Didn't even realize it was silk; liked the color and texture, at the price figured it was synthetic but would make a good background for something sometime.... Silk is better. I can add it to my bin of reclaimed Goodwill silk and undyed silk PFD.

So. Um. Now what?

I mailed my Journal Quilt this morning.

This would be a really good time to start something new, except I can't think of anything to start.

Fraud.

Wrote out my statement for my Journal Quilt tonight so tomorrow I can take it to Kinkos. The quilt has been done for a couple of weeks, but I hate writing about stuff I make, so I waited until the second-last possible minute (gotta get the whole thing stitched and in the mail before Friday). I mean, no one reads this blog, so I can babble on and on and on here, but there will be actual people looking at the JQs at Houston. I feel like a fraud talking about myself like I've done something important. It looks cooler than anything I've done, but it looks silly and childish next to some of the earlier quilts published in Creative Quilting. Which is pretty much why I dropped out of the JQ Project the first two times I signed up.

Inactivity

Spent most of the last 10 days fulfilling social obligations and being sick instead of making stuff.

88 reasons to love Marvin Harrison.

Happiness is Poniatowski

1) Finished the border on the Journal Quilt. I don't think I'll have time to redo the sequins on the Lombardi Trophy. Going to put the sleeve on it and send it to Houston, thus completing my fiber art goal for the year.

2) Instead of cleaning my apartment for my parents dropping in this weekend (where did all these books come from???), I spent today working on my Lines and Shapes lessons.

3) Saturday I drove to the confluence of 90°W and 45°N. I was exactly halfway between the Equator and the North Pole AND exactly halfway between the Prime Meridian and International Date Line.


Snoopy came with me so I could prove I was really there.

Had lunch in Wausau at a brewpub called the Hereford and Hops--a confluence of beer and steak.

Stopped at quilt shops in Wausau and Dorchester for a little gratuitious stash enhancement.

Also stopped at Rib Mountain to see rocks that are over 1.5 billion years old. And a toad.



Sometimes it's nice to drive 550 miles for no good reason.