I know. I get back on the blog wagon and guess what? I roll right back off. Sittin' in a cloud of dust as the wagon train leaves me behind. We are in week #2 of trying to sell our house. Things are going pretty well. I still have a few hairs that aren't grey from the constant cleaning, nagging, scenting, wiping and hiding that comes with having to leave at a moment's notice and praying that whoever it is, please, please don't look in my closet. Something will fall on you. A lug-soled boot, most likely.
Tonight I pulled out my scrap basket to iron some pieces for patchwork and not five minutes later there was a call from a perky agent wanting to be here first thing in the morning. I jinxed it. I've unpacked my new sewing machine and anxiously await the time I can fire this puppy up. It's waiting.








