Well, dang it all to heck, the weather people called it. We have a blizzard. Instead of enjoying myself at a fabulous concert in Iowa City, I’m sitting at home pouting.
I’d better quit that if I want Santa to bring me one of these:
I want to learn to play the guitar. I realized last night that I’ve been playing the piano for almost 30 years. Yikes. It’s not very portable, though.
I’m apparently in a very pink mood lately. I’ve made some more progress on the pink quilt I showed a few days ago, but it doesn’t look much different than it did in that post.
That’s because I got a little bit distracted. I’m still plugging away during the work day on this:
(Only…10? of the wreaths/partial wreaths to go…)
And dreaming about making a Radiant Star of my own.
My color scheme certainly isn’t original, but I’m giving credit to the fact that I’ve been wearing this lately:
(I love wearing a Supergirl jacket. I get comments from random strangers in the post office. It’s awesome.)
The color is really off in this photo. The block is MUCH prettier than this in real life:
One of those down, but only 8 to go. I’m not crazy enough to make 20 of them. At least, not crazy enough to make 20 MORE.
I’ve been mentally thinking of it as “Son of Radiant Star,” but I suppose “daughter” would be more appropriate.
I just wish I were working on something blue, so this whole post could have been about how BLUE I am tonight.
Yes, there were tears.
Yes, we tried to make the drive, but the wind was worse than Mark had experienced just 30 minutes earlier. We only made it about 6 miles before we turned back.
School is already closed tomorrow, and with the way the wind is whipping around, I may or may not make it out of the house.
I just love Iowa. And winter. And snow.