I'm looking for the old dude in this video to blame for throwing me off my groove.
What I thought I was going to do Friday: Finish quilting some UFO's.
What I did Friday: Accepted a contract to be a nutrition consultant for a Second Life project. I'd never been on SL before. I do like my rockin' blue hair and wish I could show up to my real job looking like this. I can almost make it from point A to B without falling on my face every 3 steps. (Always a baragin hunter, I found the thigh-high boots for free!) I can hook you up with FREE Second Life University of Idaho footballs, sweats and scarves.
Where I thought I was spending Saturday night: Yellow Pine, ID
Where I spent Sat night: Pine, ID
Both lovely places. Yellow Pine is 4 hours North, deep in the mountains. Pine is an hour (2hrs with our detour) SW across the desert then an hour into the foothills. Just a little disconcerning when you end up in a completely different direction from where you thought you were going.
How I thought I'd spend Sat. afternoon: Hanging out with bikers, drinking beer and telling lies.
How I spent Sat afternoon: Icing down my chest in the hotel after a yellow jacket (hornet) who had run into my neck on the ride, awoke in my shirt and stung the @$#& out of me b/w the boobs. I did join the crowd for the Boise State football game, but spent the night waking up hourly with stabbing chest pain.
Where I expected to be on the Leah Day Funky Flower Project: Getting a thank-you email from Leah to let me know they had arrived.
Where I really am on the Project: I have 1 petal and the center of the 4th flower yet to stitch down. I have also decided that I didn't leave enough negative space outside the flowers for her amazing quilting (and may have used too much print fabric from the scrap bin) so I am pondering making a round of the same flowers but smaller, using fusable and raw edge technique and less textured fabrics.
I have a busy week scheduled including a Batik class that I'm forcing Skater Girl to take with me. I'm also *sniffle* pretending that I'm not coming down with a cold which would further throw me off my groove. Drat.