Okay, enough ranting for now. It's time to actually get dressed in real clothes - not loungy pajama clothes - and get some work done. No more snuggling on the couch and watching television or playing games on the computer. I have to come up with a project to teach at my retreat in February. My mom suggested doing a quilt like this so I made a couple of blocks.
I like it, it's simple, but I am not completely sold on it. I will need to cut some more background blocks and find my 5" squares tub (I know where it is - in the garage - I just don't want to walk outside to get it, yet) I will continue to work on this idea along with several others I have over this week (can you cheer for having the entire Thanksgiving week off from school? YEA) and see if I can put something together that is easy enough for the newbies and that might have enough of a challenge for the seasoned quilter. Just haven't hit on the right project yet. (even though, seeing this picture it's kind of growing on me)
On a sad note, Irish, my oldest Shi Tzu, passed away on Saturday. He was 15 years old and lived a good and pampered life. He was the best little traveler. When he was little, we drove to Dallas about 6 times a year to visit my mom and he would get in the car, look out the window - had to keep the baby locks on or he would roll down the window and then sleep most of the way. My vet called him the miracle dog because he had a stick go through his eye - thank goodness for a fantastic doctor out at the pet emergency hospital, you couldn't even tell which eye - he had testicular cancer at age 5 and had to be neutered, he was attacked by a pit bull - thank goodness for having a ponytail that everyone made fun of - it saved his life - left a few teeth holes in his head, but he never bled - had a tumor come to the surface of his neck and rupture in April and survived the surgery to bounce back to running around the house - well as well as a blind, deaf 14 year old could run - but he did run around a bit. Yep, I would say he definitely was my miracle dog. He is the one on the left in both of the photos below. He will definitely be missed.