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07 March 2013

Oh My Giddy Aunt!

Tell me I'm not the only one who wishes she was British, just so I could say stuff like this?

*crickets chirping*

Either way, this is what kept going through my head every time I looked at this Pam Kitty Morning awesomeness that I was playing with yesterday:


I mean, really, could it get any cuter?

You ought to know by now that I'm genetically, psychologically incapable of producing anything truly scrappy. Wires start fritzing out when I try to imagine a truly scrappy quilt made by me.

So I embrace my OCD heritage and make blocks that make me happy.

Someday, I might let loose. But that's a likely to happen as me running down the street nekkid. Strangers things have happened . . .

6 comments:

CarrieM said...

Sometimes I wish I was Welsh so I could pull off 'fair play' (watch Gavin & Stacey on Netflix)

Dresden Quilter said...

It is so lovely!

karen said...

I, too, am a huge fan of the giddy aunt comment! It might be the greatest exclamation ever. Love you trip blocks.

Amy, a redeemed sheep said...

"You ought to know by now that I'm genetically, psychologically incapable of producing anything truly scrappy. Wires start fritzing out when I try to imagine a truly scrappy quilt made by me."

You and me both, sister!!

Lynda Halliger Otvos (Lynda M O) said...

I cannot imagine the opposite of a scrappy quilt. Almost everything I have made has been with a gang of fabric that has come from everywhere and everyone who knows I sew. Strip piecing is my favorite and I have hundreds of 12-inch scrappy log cabin blocks that I combine into throws, window covers, blankets, scarves...

I love what you all do, I just am incapable of doing it too !~!

Helen L said...

Love your PK blocks: how could they not make you happy!! I have a collection of PK fabric and am slowly making Lori Holt's row along out of it. As for running down the street "nekkid" I hear that I did just that, but luckily I was about 2 yrs old!! And just out of the bath (mind you, I was the 4th of 6 kids) and my mom was busy toweling off other kiddos, so I escaped, found my mom's purse and her lipstick, adorned my body with the latter, and ran outside saying "I have lipstick, I have lipstick!" It seems to have given my mom a kick every time she re-told the story (since we had since moved out of the neighborhood and she didn't have to be embarrassed anymore!!) Have a great day!! Love your blog!

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