Blankie, part 3 (and a flight)

Suzanne and I went out for lunch (vegetarian tikka masala with paneer at Desi Wok … mmmmm) and then headed to the women’s show to hear FlyLady speak today.

If your house does not look like Martha lives there, then you probably need FlyLady. She’s like a subversive home ec teacher for busy people who hate housework. She tells you stuff like, “Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family,” and “Just vacuum the middle of the carpet.” She’s all about setting timers and never spending more than 15 minutes doing anything.

When I got home, I worked on the quilt some more. I now have a total of six strips like the one I made last night. I have to press them, pin them, and sew them together. I laid them out on the floor just to see how they would look. Here they are:

Quilt block strips

If I were more experienced and more patient at this, I would do something fancier, but this is the best I can do right now. I think it looks pretty good, even if it is kind of simple. My favorite quilt is one that looks sort of like this, except Mom made it out of upholstery samples. I loved it when I was little because it had a lot of soft, fuzzy patches.

I love it now because it’s really heavy and warm and keeps my gas bill down. šŸ™‚

Maybe someday the little kid who gets this quilt will be a 30-year-old blogger, talking about how this was her favorite blankie when she was little because it had sparkly patches in it.

That would be cool.


4 thoughts on “Blankie, part 3 (and a flight)”

  1. I’m going to talk about tikka masala. Being an Indian I’m quite fond and proud of our traditional food. Tikka is also for Potatoes and Cottage cheese cubes. If not in your place then definitely here.

  2. I haven’t had it with potatoes yet, but I’m guessing it’s magnificent. One thing that both surprised and delighted me when we moved to Tulsa was the enormous diversity of dining options. I told Ron we were getting spoiled when we had Indian, Lebanese, Ethiopian, and Mexican food, all in the span of a single week. I had no idea Tulsa, Oklahoma, was so cosmopolitan.

    I remain convinced that the key to world peace involves a potluck….

  3. Exactly. You know Osama bin Laden has never eaten a big plate of hoppin’ John, fried green tomatoes, and cornbread or sucked down a glass of sweet tea. If somebody’s mama had fixed him a big ol’ sweet potato pie when he was little, there’s no way he could have grown up to hate America. Especially if there was whipped cream on top.

    I’m telling you: Potluck for Peace. It’ll save the world. While we’re at it, let’s throw in some concerts. We’ll bring Willie Nelson. And Aretha. And Judy Collins. And just for good measure, let’s get Charmaine Neville.

    What we need is a global Rainbow Gathering.

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