So what do your paper towels look like? Seriously, are they patterned, colored or just plain basic white? I ask this because it’s occurred to me lately that I must be completely weird about things like paper goods, dishes, handbags, umbrellas, and all sorts of other everyday things that are not necessarily made of fabric.

The thing that’s brought this to mind just now is that when I went food shopping last week, I had to purchase the giant bulk package of eight rolls of Bounty paper towels, because that was the only package other than the super giant monster pack of 16 rolls that had plain white paper towels in it. (I’m very picky about brands too, which is why I didn’t buy the three-pack of Brawny that were white, but that’s another issue) I’d just told ITMan the week before that we needed paper towels, but not to buy the giant pack of eight rolls since I didn’t think we’d use them all before we moved, which meant that he bought no paper towels at all because all the other packs had printed patterns on the towels, and he knows better.

I suppose I could be considered a certifiable freak about things like this.

UGH. Am I the only person in the world who HATES printed or colored paper goods? Eeeww. ITMan knows by now that colored or printed tissues, TP and paper towels just do not come home from the store. Ever. And this weirdness is not confined to paper goods, oh no. I suppose I could be considered a certifiable freak about things like this.

In clothing, shoes, and accessories like umbrellas and so forth, basic black is the name of the game. Okay, I do have other colors of shoes and handbags, but the overwhelming majority are black, as well as many of my clothes. Plain, unadorned, basic black. It just goes with everything, and maybe that’s what it’s really all about. I used to change my handbag to match my outfit for the day, but that went by the wayside after I had babies. Way too time consuming at that point. So now I pick a purse and use it, sometimes until it dies if it was a really perfect choice in the beginning, and they’re usually black with a very occasional nod to current trends. Read the rest of this entry »

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I’m truly not doing much these last couple of days except watching the packers stuff all of our things into boxes, and wishing that it was over and I was back to quilting in my new studio. IOW, nothing much quilting related to discuss, unless you count dreams, and I’m so tired and preoccupied that I don’t remember those anyway. I did work on these Inchies on my birthday though, just like I wanted to do.

In my head, these are the “Music Inchies” because the fabric has instruments and music notes on it, but I suppose they’ve now become just black and white after cutting them up, with a little red, grey and slate blue in the mix. The Inchies here are half of three sets of twelve, one for each of my musical girls, and one for myself. I probably won’t finish up the other 18 Inchies in these sets until after the move at this point.

The packers have packed nearly all of three of the four floors in the house, so all there is for us to do is climb over boxes, surf on the Internet, or read. We’re surrounded by cardboard. They’re coming back tomorrow for another go, to pack up the kitchen and finish in the basement room where most of my quilting stuff is, along with the computers and such. Not that I’m letting them pack my computer; that goes in my car thank you very much.

So mostly what I’ve been doing is reading books. Lots of books. And trying to keep the cats from being too stressed out, but Patches is having a calicivirus outbreak anyway. Calicivirus in cats is very like herpes and cold sores in humans; when there’s too much stress, the immune system weakens and sores appear. He has sores in his mouth now, but so far they don’t appear to be affecting him too much or causing him so much pain that he can’t eat.

So, I’m off to read and think about quilting even though I can’t do it right now!

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I’m still here, and I’ve been reading all your posts about your quilting adventures, just not having any of my own. It’s hard to think about anything really seriously except the interminable nightmare that is moving. It’s “keep your eye on the ball” time, but that dang ball is still so small I can hardly see it! Good thing it’s neon yellow and flashing…just a sec, let me get the binoculars…oh, wait, is that a detour sign? Yeah, that’s how it is around here at the moment!

I’d like to just move maybe one more time in my entire life. Do you suppose that’s even possible? One more move from hell to get back to the States, and then never move again. Right now, I’m totally envious of those people who just stay in the same place their entire lives. It probably won’t happen, since ITMan’s career isn’t like that, but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Anyway, it is almost over, and today’s the last time I have to go to the Stuttgart Commissary for food, thank heavens. Today is also the last birthday I’ll celebrate have in this house. For anyone who’s keeping track, I’m 41. There isn’t much celebrating going on here, but I may just have to insist on a sit down later to watch a movie and work on some Inchies and call it my birthday party! I stitched the edging on a bunch before I packed the Bernina away, and the beading stuff is easy to find and portable. I doubt there will be singing, but there might be some chocolate, and definitely a Cosmopolitan!

Hope you’re all quilting, and do write more so I have something to read during my short sit down moments between moving tasks!

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