I wasn't at all sure about this collection of fabrics when it came in... it is Berenstein Bears, mostly, and in colors I don't often work with. I am also not a traditional quilter, so this isn't my style, either. None the less, I am pretty darn happy with how it looks, and hope the recipient will be too. One of my friends had her first grandbaby, a boy, last December. I wanted to do a quilt, but I am the queen of procrastination, and very unsure of my quilting skills, and didn't at all like the first quilt I began. So, time passed. I was determined not to let Nick turn one year old without the quilt being presented. Tada! Finished! I even learned how to do a double binding with an easy join as a bonus.... all in all, a good project.
Oh, and Thanksgiving was a complete success, though a bit on the quiet side. This is the first time Gil and I have had Thanksgiving alone since 1982, when 14" of snow fell in Kitsap County Washington, literally bringing that whole section of the state to an abrupt halt. No power for 4 days, including Thanksgiving, but we soldiered on. We had a woodstove insert with just enough room on top to cook the side dishes, and a tiny weber grill that I used to grill the turkey and taters. We ate by candlelight, and watched the stars shine on the blue tinged snow, and listened to the foxes bark. Yes, I know foxes are not native to western Washington, but a few escaped the zoo years before, and bred a little colony. I hope they are still there. Late that night, the hooting of an owl put me to sleep, and I have loved owls ever since. Stars, and foxes, and owls. A magical combination.