This isn’t a terribly exciting post, except that I waited far too long to get a haircut. And now my head feels so much better! I actually thought it’d been a year and a half since my last haircut, but I was wrong. It was last June. Which is still more than a year, but not quite as bad as I thought.
Archive: July 2016
I bought a metre and a half of this amazing Liberty Hiding print when we went to Liberty of London back in May. And I had two dresses in mind for it. This is the first one, from Simplicity’s ModKid pattern 1379.
I’ve noticed that quilters–the ones who are prominent, well known, with Instagram feeds I aspire to myself–don’t talk about politics. My guild friends talk about it nonstop, but the community at large seems to be pretty neutral. Many of them talk about issues, and man, do we have a history of tackling some issues with fabric and thread. But less specifically about politics and candidates (even if those issues are loaded, politically). I have this sense that it’s something that’s just not done in the professional world of quilting, and I kind of straddle both professional and not. So when I had this banner idea the other night during the DNC, I suddenly got nervous and almost didn’t make it. I’m trying to build something here with my quilting, and I wondered for about 5 minutes if this would be a bad idea.
We signed up for a membership at Monmouth Museum, our local county museum over at Brookdale Community College. My brother’s kids love this museum, and it’s been on my list of things to check out for ages. Their recommendation pushed me to check it out on a recent weekday when we needed something fun, local, and out of the heat. The museum is doing a deal in July that gives you 13 months on a membership instead of 12, and they had some great hands-on exhibits and playscapes for the preschool set.
We took advantage of the crazy heat last week to melt some crayons into cookie cutters to make some fun new rainbow sun crayons. I’ve seen these done everywhere and never tried them, but H thought the colors of the melted wax were pretty neat. She called it “hot lava” and loved the swirls.