Gloom on a Saturday
I heard it rain during the night. I awoke to sprinkles.
I remembered that there was a local venders show at the VFW. I decided to check it out. What I didn’t expect was to run into someone that could reminisce about our family’s time in Buffalo Lake, Minnesota. Scott Baumgart was a student on my school bus route. Scott has now moved to St. James to be closer to his aging mother. His mother had set up a table with various wares and Scott was there to lend a hand. It was an enjoyable visit. I didn’t come home with purchases but I did come home feeling lighter than what the weather was.
This afternoon, I hit the studio. I was determined to stitch out a pineapple log cabin block. I actually spent a few minutes on the internet seeking tips. The tip of the day was to use a lighter color with alternating printed fabric. My first block of earlier this week is for the “ugliest block ever.” There is nothing that resembles a pineapple. Try, try, try again. I hit the stash box and found a lighter color after a YouTube visit. It did go a lot better and I even ended up with the 5.5 inch square block, rather than the first block that was only 5 inches square. Dang those seam allowances that must be honored. I will need to tidy it up a bit. Gee . . . I only have fifteen more to go. This 
finished project of mixing in many old favorite patterns is indeed keeping my mind busy, and also very satisfying when I get the gist of each. As I look at the colored photo, I realize again that this quilter has really mixed up fabric prints. I know for my level of comfort, I will stick with a more structured pallet. In the colored photo there is a grouping of these blocks right off of the middle in the bottom.
I have to report that Dennis is comfortable with his television viewing either in the patio porch or the living room. He is navigating the remote well after two weeks of it under his belt. He comments that he never knew there was that many options. I also have no complaints as my time to watch anything on television might be the last two hours before I go to bed.
Sunday is going to be here with possibly of more showers. When the sun does make an appearance with some warm temps, the town will be a buzz with lawnmowers. Sweet.