At last, the batteries and charger for the camera have been located. Not only was I able to take a couple of new pictures this morning, but I found a few still on the memory card that I have not yet shared.
Another look at Union Blues now that it is completely finished.
The mini quilt on the right is made from the trimmed corners of the blocks in the larger quilt. I couldn't resist putting them together.
While I'm still in the process of bringing stash and associated quilting supplies up from the basement, there have been some bits of sewing going on. I came across this cowboy print that just begging to made into pillow cases for the 1Million Pillowcase Challenge.
I didn't know of a shop in my local area participating, so these are winging their way to Fat Quarters Quilt Shop.
Also I stitched a window valance to match the curtain in the laundry room.Fresh batteries and a real camera let me take a more representative picture of our new flooring in the kitchen.
We are so pleased with the results. Slowly but surely the last bits are being put away. I'm holding off on the 'ribbon cutting' until the new counter chairs arrive, which should be in a couple more weeks.
Cooking in the improved space is so much more enjoyable. I tried a new recipe for shortbread cookies this week.
They sure didn't last long.
From the 'everything-old-is-new-again' department, look at our 'new' coffee table for the family room.
The space for a table is limited if we care to have any room to walk around. We had been keeping our eyes out for something that would fit all of our needs. The light bulb came on - what about the old toy box? This was my toy box, with a maple finish, as a little girl. With a coat of white paint, it was pressed into service for The Princess.
Then, sadly, it was neglected for a number of years - including being left outside on the patio in all sorts of weather. Hubby lovingly cleaned it up, sanded it leaving just enough of that white paint to help tell the story, then applied a fresh coat of stain and new hinges.
I'm so glad he was able to breath new life into an old friend. I can still remember the feeling of that heavy lid dropping on my little fingers while digging for a favorite toy. After 50 years together, looks like the old toy box and I are ready for at least another 50 more.
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