This photo has nothing to do with this post, I just love when my baby sleeps in the car (and not on me!!).
Today was a day that I really could've done without. Dave was the parent volunteer at Sylvia's preschool today, so Easton and I were going for a walk on Grant's Trail and then headed to the fabric store to get needed supplies to work on Syl's quilt. As soon as I got out of the car at the trail, I tripped and face-planted onto the hard pavement, jabbing my sunglasses into my eyebrow and splitting it wide open. And as head wounds go, blood was pouring down my face. Luckily, Easton is too young to get freaked out. Syl would have been super panicky! But I did what any mom would do and found a Diego band-aid in my bag and fixed myself right up. It may have merited 2-3 stitches, but Diego has magical powers.
After walking, we headed to the fabric store. I was really discombobulated (concussion?) and forgot half the things I needed. Then I had grabbed the wrong credit card, which was promptly declined. I wonder what the young cashier thought about the crazed, sweaty mom with the suspicious looking head wound (spousal abuse?) and Diego band-aid? Who cares, really.
As I was driving home, my mom called to inform me that my brother was really sick. On the way to the hospital, the rehab center called with a bed open. So they rushed on up there and there he stays. Though it's good to know he is somewhere with people who are trained to help him, it's sad to imagine what he is thinking/feeling/experiencing.
Ahhhhhh, getting all the crap off my chest feels better. So with a head injury and bad luck, I still whipped the entire front of Syl's Christmas quilt (well, minus the top and bottom white sashing, I didn't get enough fabric, damn me).
I love it, even with it's imperfections. It's bigger had measured and planned, but that's ok. Though Syl is in a twin now, she may eventually go to a full, and this will accommodate both. I have the binding made (pain in my ass!) and the batting, I just need to get some fabric for the back. And by the way, when I said everyone gets a quilt for Christmas, I lied.