So I’ve been tagged for various things lately, and haven’t participated. I don’t know why. I never intended this blog to become the show-and-tell blog that it’s turned out to be, but somehow things about me don’t really seem to fit very well. So here I go - a few things that I haven’t mentioned on my blog before combined with some weird things about me and some craftiness all wrapped into one.
Here is padfolio #4. #2 ended up in the trash. #3 looks exactly like #1 minus the business card holder. But the good news news is that 95% of my Kaffe Fasset prints are gone. GONE! I’m feeling better about my stash already.
So for quilted padfolio #4 above I used polyester batting. 10 years ago I stumbled onto Warm & Natural batting for my first quilt ever and have never tried polyester. Until now. I used some on this padfolio and let me just say, YUCK! I didn’t like working with it at all. It looks fine, but the feeling on my hands was just not the same as Warm ‘N Natural. That’s thing #1.
See the business card in the padfolio pocket? It’s from my doctor. Not my PCP, mind you, but my proctologist. “Your WHAT?” you ask? Yep, my proctologist. Hee hee. None of you really wanted to know that, right? But I just slipped it in. Pretty good, eh? Now if you’ve had 3 children and all the pushing that’s entailed, you can imagine why I might need to see a proctologist. If you haven’t had kiddos, then consider yourself warned/informed. I’ve been to a proctologist in the last month - that’s thing #2.
Which leads me to thing #3: I don’t really have a whole lot to hide. I talk about some things so freely that I know I make people uncomfortable (see above). I usually don’t bring it up unless the person I’m talking to opens the door, but I figure if someone had told ME about ‘rhoids, I wouldn’t have been so surprised. Btw, the banding procedure wasn’t exactly fun, but I am so glad that with modern medicine something can be done.
This fabric: it’s English, from Monica in a fabric swap. It is so pretty and so happy. I loved working with it. Thanks, Monica!
And on totally unrelated note, thing #4: I can’t watch other people kiss passionately or do anything more on TV or in movies. This didn’t used to be an issue for me, but after I got married, I just didn’t want to look at it anymore. The sweet, innocent stuff in movies like this are fine, but I routinely have to close my eyes when watching TV. And this isn’t hard, since (thing #5 here) I hardly ever just sit on the couch and watch TV. I’m always doing something, either ironing interfacing on my fabric or cutting something out on the coffee table.
Sorry folks. I usually try not to be this wordy in a post. Words take time and that’s probably why I have a show-and-tell blog. But consider yourself warned. If you tag me, there’s no telling how much more honest (and gross!) I might get next time.