Thank you all for bearing with me. I have not forgotten that when I began this blog is was primarily a quilting blog with just a touch of this and that thrown in for fun. Lately there has been a lot more this and that and precious little quilting. That holds true not just for my blog, but in my daily life. All work and no quilting makes Libby a cranky girl.
Today that changed . . . . in a small way. Still change is change and I'm all the happier for it. Here's a peek at what I got to do.
Two nearly completed small diamonds for my hexagon stars. When last I stitched on this project, I was adding more star rows to the top. Before I got to the end of my finished stars, I ran out of diamonds. Good thing they stitch up quickly. I should have enough to finish my rows in just a day or so, provided I continue to find a few minutes here and there to stitch.
I've also had a little time to think about the big changes that are ahead of us. I'm looking forward to the adventure of it all. Still California has always been my home. A piece of my heart will remain here forever. And I've been thinking about some of the things that I will truly miss.
Hubby reminded me of this just a few days ago. As far back as I can remember, Santa sat atop a building on Santa Claus Lane right next to the ocean. I longed to stop in and visit that village. But even at my youngest, I knew this was not REALLY where Santa lived. And if our family was driving past it was probably because we were taking a trip to a place where I knew it's most famous resident did live.
Still year after year, Santa was always there to cheerfully wave us on our way. Years went by, I became a grown-up with every opportunity to stop in and visit that little village. But somehow the whole thing seemed a little run down and not very inviting. It was comfort enough to know that Santa was there. Then an group of investors (and apparently non-believers) bought the place with visions of making the prime beach front real estate into something modern and profitable. Santa was taken down. Thank goodness some kind hearted folks of Santa's faithful came to his rescue. With a new paint job and location, he happily salutes everyone who passes him on the 101 Freeway. Hubby and I always return the salute.
Because I do not want to spend my time pining for the familiar, I've made a pact with myself to do a little cyber-touristing. When I find myself thinking about what will be left behind, I turn to the internet to seek what I will be going to. While the roadside Santa might be filled with all sorts of kitsch, I found this place in Massachusetts that looks like just my cuppa to explore. I bet there's a gift shop. One where I can buy some flour to bake bread or maybe bake some cookies to leave on the hearth for Santa.
A lot of sewing
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