My Emotional Kingda Ka

A very very tough weekend for me.
But, on their own...helpers came...throwing off high heels for the real deal.

 It between the emotions, I made a few more blocks with my dear man's shirts.

Here is one of the seam rippers he used to make for me in his wood working shop.

 With need for a distracting purpose, I grabbed my drawer of 2.5 inch strips..and made easy four patches.
Soothing..No dent at all in the stash.

With my fabric links back in place...I noticed..of course I did...

Equilter having a 4th special with free shipping...
OMG...they have the worst shipping prices..
 Since my sister was hospitalized,
I decided that being a fabric junky was better than any other kind of junky...
I ordered...An hour or so of relaxation while everyone was sleeping...

My dear man forgive me..since it is our first July 4th without each other.
Not that fabric fixes it...but relaxation is better than hysterics.
Everyone is on vacation this weekend.  I do not blame them.
 Drenna, I love you forever for including Evan  in your big family celebration..
 Thinking of me during this so tough time with my sister in the hospital...and  all.
......is quite your dash..to heaven!!
My sister is now out of the hospital.  This week she has to go to the gastro guy and swallow a little camera..
This week I should hear if my Melanoma is gone.
This week I have a special visitor...I have not seen in 20 some years...so excited.
Our very own Byrd!!

Misc......up and down and all around...

  How hilarious is this.....She made a quilt called, "One Cat Shy of a Hoarder"!!  Ha ha...check it out here.

Moving on....Mr. O"Quilts and I needed some continuing education credits, so we went together today to a workshop on Teen Suicide..  Good thing that I had these with me to make!!!!!!!  It sort of softened things...

Back in the day, my children went to high school at  Northwest School of the Arts here in Charlotte... She for music, he for technical theater.  It was so wonderful then, even though we had to bus them across town.  As it happens, it is still a wonderful school.  During lunch we had a presentation that students had written...see it here..... Teen Health Connection, Youth Suicide Drama  They did a brilliant job!!  Standing ovation:)

The crowds and power points clicked in my concussion stuff...ever lasting, but Himself was with me and we carried on with some interesting lectures.  At home, exhausted, I realized how much it impacted me, even though I have been in the field for 35 years. I think the concussion has sucked my energy.  I am changed. I started feeling sad that I am not strong enough to take my grandchildren to the St. Paddy's Day parade tomorrow, etc, whining ad nauseum.  All  out of sorts.... I am...thinking I will just go to bed.  But, of course, what does a good quilter do first to try to get right with herself....a few four patches.  That, and the morning light is all that is needed!!!