Two Thimbles
I am not two thimble ready. I am probably not even one thimble ready. Rate me with a half a thimble and you’ll be right on target.
I started this “two thimble” quilt with gusto, convinced that my brain could handle something that seemed so simple. Why do I think I know better than the quilt making gods that write quilt making books? I know nothing! NOTHING!!! At least about quilt making.
I managed to get my first star made, even though in the process I became the queen of seam ripping, but then I was stymied. How to patch the rest together? Good question. One that I can’t give a satisfactory answer to. I guess it’s back to the book on basics and maybe I can figure it out. I’d hate to have wasted all the money I spent on materials.
In other news, I know longer have a fat orange dog. Instead, I have a much thinner very white dog who looks like she escaped from a Taco Bell hell. It was a warm, beautiful day so we decided to give the dogs a shave. Bonkers has the thickest, longest fur of any dog I’ve ever seen. We spent about 45 minutes shaving her bald and I was very sad to see that her hair was all white underneath. That’s never happened before. I guess that’s what happens when a dog turns 14. The poor girl is looking pretty bad. I was scared to get around her head, so she has all this long fur sticking up around her face and ears while the rest of her body is completely shorn. I would take a picture but it’s rather embarrassing–for her and me! She used to look like a pom but now she looks like a chihuahua.
At least the other dog, Lulu, has coarse hair. Her shave looked completely professional and practical. No reason for her to be embarrassed.
That about sums up my day. Maniac, curse inducing quilting and the shorning of the doggies. We also went on a very long walk. I decided we should walk to the walking trail but by the time we got there we were tired and turned around. Seems rather ironic. We were gone for over an hour, though, so it’s not like we wimped out early. The trail was just a lot farther away than I thought it was. I almost would have thought I was on an Annica walk. I really need to write her a letter. I’m a bad, bad correspondent. I guess that’s something for tomorrow since it’s now officially time for a soak.