Patchwork Times by Judy Laquidara
Sharing the Good Life
This is kinda not true because as of last night, this quilt was not on my design wall. The borders have been added and it’s ready to quilt.
What you might notice is that the block smack dab in the middle is wrong! It’s fixed now. This is my Black Friday top, which really came down off the design wall last night and I hope to get it quilted today.
What’s on your design wall?
I think I did this same thing last year! Actually last week I messed up and put Week 48 when it should have been Week 47 and no one even noticed. Really . . I knew . . I just wanted to see if you all knew! 
Not really. I totally screwed up.
Instead of trying to fix it and change the links, next week will be Week 48-A. Surely Mother Nature or whoever is in charge of the calendar can forgive me. Next year, we’re just having “Sunday Stash Report” with no numbers. It’s really confusing for me . . all 53 weeks . . or however many there are!
Sorry for the confusion.
What happens when the husband loves to shop and the wife does not? I’m betting that most times, it’s the wife who loves to shop and the husband who does not.
We’ve about gotten past the point of physically shopping because Vince knows I don’t last long when we wander aisles of stores. I’m ok to go in and get when we need but the picking up everything, looking at it, discussing it, putting it back and going to the next item . . I just can’t do it.
A new problem has emerged. Vince is perfectly happy to sit at the computer and shop.
Despite what some of you may think about me, except for fabric and sock yarn, I don’t buy a lot of stuff and what I have, as long as it works, I don’t care how old it is. And, I guess because I grew up in southwest Louisiana, I hate coats. I take it off to get in the car, stand out in the cold to put it on to go in the grocery store, take it off when I get inside the grocery store . . why even wear it. I can just run inside the store real quickly and not even get cold! Vince loves coats. I’m betting he buys 5 or 6 every year and I’m thinking that in order to make himself feel better, he always tries to talk me into getting a new coat. I’m perfectly happy to take Chad or Vince’s old coats and use those when I have to go out with Speck or the chickens. The sleeves are too long but that’s good . . they cover my hands and I don’t have to wear gloves.
This weekend I was cooking breakfast and Vince was on the computer. Here’s our conversation:
Vince: Do you need a new coat?
Me: NO!
Vince: Do you have a coat?
Me: Yes!
Vince: Are you sure you don’t need a new coat?
Me: I’m very sure.
5 minutes later:
Vince: Do we need a new washer and dryer?
Me: Huh?
Vince: Don’t we need a new washer and dryer?
Me: NO!
Vince: They have these front loading machines on sale.
Me: No!
Vince: How old is our washer?
Me: I don’t know . . it still works. I think they’re 7 years old.
Vince: Sometimes you need to get new stuff. It may be time.
Me: NO!
5 minutes later:
Vince: Here’s something you need (you all know there’s NOTHING I need!)
Every night I hear noises. Vince thinks I could just send this robotic camera out into the family room or kitchen to take pictures of what’s going on, then it would send the pictures to my laptop and I don’t have to wake Vince up to see what I heard.
Don’t you think Vince needs to find something to do and get off the computer?
But, I would take a gas stove . .
Mom and Dad has asked me to make bread while I was there and since I’m a flour snob, and I knew I couldn’t get my favorite flour there, I brought along my bucket of flour.
These plastic buckets, with gamma seal lids are great for storing bulk items such as flour, sugar, wheat, beans . . anything I buy in bulk. Wal-Mart had been getting their icing in these buckets and when the buckets were empty, they’d sell them for $1 or $1.50 but now they’re getting icing in boxes so I’ve lost that source for inexpensive buckets.
This flour bucket sits right outside my kitchen door in the garage and is used to keep the flour canister full. Knowing there would be several loaves of bread made at mom’s, instead of bringing the canister that holds about 5 pounds of flour, the whole bucket made the trip.
While there, I made 5 or 6 loaves of bread, which is probably more than 5 pounds of flour. And, I made a peach pie from peaches I had canned in the early summer. It was so good . . I think I may need to make a peach pie for Vince and Chad for Thanksgiving!
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