A finish

I have a finish!  This is a wall hanging that's a gift for a special woman.  It is titled "Dance Like Nobody's Watching".

Only 11 months till Christmas, or 69 days till Spring!

LOL...I put this on my Facebook status yesterday.  Nobody really wanted to hear it was 11 months till Christmas, but almost all my buddies liked the fact that springtime is only 69 days away! 

We've had a boatload of snow and terribly cold weather so far this winter.  This  week the wind chill might go to minus 40F.  That's some bone-chillin' weather!

Here's a picture of Sophie after coming in this afternoon.  She's silly and doesn't worry about the cold!  Such a pup!  She is nearly 8 months old and weighs 63 pounds.  She had her spay surgery on Wednesday of this week...you would never know she had surgery...she's as bouncy as ever!

Today I washed up some fabric that's new...I'm a pre-wash person.  Lots of controversy in the quilting world about prewashing, but I don't waver...it all gets washed prior to going into my sewing room.

Drag-a-long, lovey...

Our neighbor, Emily is going to be an aunt again soon.  She asked me to create a little blankie for her new niece.  The shower is the first part of February, so I put a couple of things on "temporary hold" to get it done for her.  (Hate having to rush at the last minute.)

I have two quilts, one for Kelly, one for Jennifer, to finish up.  They are both over halfway quilted, but I want to do some extra stitches on them to make them just how I would like them to look.  Once they are done, I'm going on an "Organizing Terror".  I so want things organized and easy to use in my sewing area.

So, that's my news for now.

Curling Iron Cozy

I made this curling iron cozy as a Christmas gift for my daughter Kelly to use for travel. I

I'm so happy with the way it turned out...just hope it fits HER curling iron!!

Disregard date on photos...someone didn't reset her camera data!

Sophie's surgery scheduled

Disregard the date on the photo. My camera...rather my camera's operator is in error!

Today I called the vet and scheduled our furry baby for her spay surgery.  Why is it that my head "knows" it's the right thing to do, but my heart hates for her to have to have this done.

Next Thursday, January 23, our little girl will have her surgery.  She will spend the night at the vet's and she won't like that, but as my brain tells me, it's the right thing to do.