Paul and Ned recently returned from their Great West Adventure during which they visited the Badlands, Mt Rushmore, the 2010 National Black Angus Conference in Bozeman, Montana, Yellowstone National Park and more. I stayed behind with Evan who did all the farm chores. Paul called nightly with updates of the day's activity. Feeling myself turn green is an understatement especially when he called to wish me a happy 33rd anniversary while watching Old Faithful (I was in the grocery story parking lot at that particular moment). Still I tried to remain the cheerful listener and often countered with, "That all sounds great, but what are the quilts shops like?"
Paul was listening. I was touched when he returned with a sampler quilt booklet from Big Horn Quilts in Graybull, Wyoming. That gift immediately sent me to my stash looking for appropriate fabric selections. Naturally, my decision is far from final, but as of this moment in time the quilt will be made entirely of reds and greens. Or blacks and reds. Or maybe just reds. But first there are others to finish and start and the Great Cabin Quilting Weekend with Julaine and aprons, aprons, aprons again, oh and some curtains for the bathroom and our annual mother-daughter Thanksgiving weekend gift-a-thon-sew-along. After all those things, I'll look at my stash again on some cold winter day, pull out my rotary cutter, mat and rulers and make a color decision. And that decision will be warmed by the gift of a husband of 33 years who stopped in a Wyoming quilt shop, took pictures -- inside and out -- and bought me a gift unique to the shop. I am lucky in love.
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Wow! Dad did a pretty good job! That quilt will look really nice on the wall in the living room, don't you think? Just goes to show, you CAN teach an old dog new tricks ;)
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