Diet Sabotage!!

My mom reads my blog  (hi Mom!).  She's not a follower though. (I think that makes her a lurker.)  And she doesn't comment either.  Can you believe that?  But she says she reads my blog.  And sometimes she mentions something and I can tell she's been reading it.  (Hi again Mom!)   So can you believe that right after I post about the 'Fabric Diet'  she gives me this!  She said she thought I would like them, and I sure do.  Lemme tell ya, this gal has one fabulous stash.  Once in a while if I get really hung up for something like a border or sashing fabric, she's nice enough to let me 'shop' in her stuff.  You know that's pretty nice because I think I would hyperventilate if someone went pawing through my fabrics looking for something to use.  Please tell me there's someone else out there who loves their fabric cuts like their babies.  Please!                                                           

 

   I have some weekend plans for the red one.  I saw something on a blog last week and I shamefully can't remember where, but I will be copying it this weekend.  As soon as I remember (or find) where I saw it, I will show you what I'm doing.  And you will see some of that red on it.   But guess which of these fabrics is getting to me?  I can't explain why I like the one with the chicken poop color the most, but I do.  It's a lot like a plaid men's shirt so maybe it's my recent workshop with Bonnie Hunter.  Or maybe it just reminds me of when I was a kid and we used to go snooping around the chicken yard looking for eggs.  My cousins, siblings and I could be naughty. Hooo boy, we had acres of pastures and trees and streams, ponds, barns, ponies, pigs, chickens, sheep, dogs, and cats to tempt us every day.  We were NOT to chase the pigs though.  It's bad for them and if we wanted to have sausage patties with our buckwheat cakes in February with Mimi (my grandmother), we better leave those pigs alone!!Yeesh!  Off topic, huh?   So while I am trying so hard to get my 'studio' in order,  apparently my mom is straightening up her stash too.  It's ok though, I can and will find room for all goodies finding their way up to my lair. 
     And while I'm mentioning my good ol mom,  let me tell you about her.  She is one sharp cookie.  If you get stumped on a crossword, give her a call.  And think twice before you play a game with her (like Bunko) because she wins.  Always.  She has a desktop computer, a laptop, and an Ipad, not to mention fancy sewing machines that do all that digitizing computerized embroidery stuff that I don't have the time to figure out.  (Get ready, I'm going to taunt her.)  But, poor mom, she just can't figure out how to be a follower.  And it's so complicated to leave a comment, isn't it?  I guess it's just too technical for a senior citizen.  Hey, Mom, do you need me to show you how to turn on the dishwasher?  Hee hee,  ha ha!  I have 63 followers now and I am going to check tomorrow to see if I have 64, hint hint.  I expect a comment too.  Just for good measure.  Night everybody!