As you know, when we travel we are away for extended periods of times. Like months at a time. But when we're home, we're home. We don't go anywhere and we don't do anything outside the house. We don't go out to dinner, we don't go to shows, and we certainly don't do anything exciting. We go to the grocery store every couple of weeks, the drugstore once a month, doctor appointments here and there, and occasionally venture out to the thrift store. In fact, we drive so little that I am still on the same tank of gas from when we filled up after our last trip. That fill-up was on Christmas Eve. Almost three months on the same tank is a record for us, I think.
So when I told hubby this morning that if he could find a coupon for a restaurant near his Monday appointment, he got pretty excited. Started searching the coupon flyers we received in the mail, even. (Him looking at coupons? Had to be a first.) But he spread them right on top of the quilts I was basting. (Maybe it was my fault for doing my basting on the kitchen counter, but gee whiz. Couldn't he do that at his chair? Didn't he see I had fabric and batting and quilt tops all spread out there?)
After more than one prodding, he finally moved along with his pack of coupons. He found one, then disappeared to go cut it out. And was gone a long time. I know it was a long time because I was getting close to cussing him out. Why? Because before he left he put his dang coffee grounds right next to the other area I was using for fabric and batting. Seriously, who puts coffee grounds this close to batting and fabric?
Despite those hiccups - and time wasters - I still basted four quilts. And I got all four quilted.
I was able to follow the lines on the John Deere quilt and did some double lines on the pink one.
On another one I was able to not follow lines and still make it work. (This is the back.)
And again worked late into the night and neglected to get a picture of the fourth one. A productive Sewing for Good Sunday before our first restaurant meal of the year on Monday.
