Quilting

The phrase "I'm turning into my mother" has never felt so real!  Quilting has become quite the hobby.  Last month I went to a quilting retreat with some of my favorite people at our beautiful cabin at Bear Lake.  We sewed until well after midnight each night.  And, when the city's main water line broke--we just kept sewing.  We filled every cooler, bucket, and container we could find with water from Marybeth's condo (which was on a different water line).  Two days without water didn't phase us!  I put together the quilt top for a fall quilt and sewed on the binding for a quilt I made for my friend's wedding.  We watched so many chick flicks I thought I had died and gone to Heaven!  All in all, a very successful three days.