You remember those quilt store gift certificates I got? Yeah, they're gone. I blew the whole wad the next day. (Ain't no grass gonna grow under MY feet!)
(You never know, the quilt store could burn down or something.)
(Or, in a really bizarre twist, I could LOSE the gift certificates.)
(I never lose things. Ever. Except for the other day. And that one other time. And... never mind.)
The ladies at the quilt store laughed at me when I walked in and they said, "Happy birthday! Your husband said you'd be here today." Does my man know me, or what?
(Or maybe I'm just that predictable... nah!)
I got 20 quarter or half yards of ridiculously bright and cheery prints so I could make my "wheelies". Here's some of what's left in the box.