My Life in Pictures

Seeing Myself . .... without AM makeup session!  ...
just as I make it to my desk, empty and rearrange my purse items.   This may well be the essence of my life in a single picture!   

My cup of coffee, An entry badge, cheese and turkey for breakfast sandwich, I've taken my diabetes, blood pressure and colesterol meds.  The cream in the tube is in case I itch.  As I browse my own blog, there's my SCRIPTURE MEMORY pack next to my thimble, pincussion, and my ongoing project of the 2" cathedral window.  The finished 4 blocks sewn together equal a  14" square!  
There were 232 pictures on my aging Sony digital W150 Cybershot.  I'm downloading it.   
I've checked my OESC e-mail, and facebook, In a few I'll check hotmail, yahoo, y-groups:  


I've checked my morning sugar on my accu-check meter. What else.... OH yea..... go put on the Makeup!!!  

A Quilter's Gathering MOKA Fall Meeting

November 5th  and  6th, 2010

Southside Church of Christ

919 S. Dixieland Rd.

Roger, AR

Friday Eve at 6:00PM

Social Hour with Antique Button Display by Shirley Wing

 Sat 9:30 til 3:00

Late 19^th & Early 20^th Century Clothing

“From Bustle to Brassiere” presented by Holly Crowe

AND

“Aussie Fabrics from Aboriginal to Today”

Presented by Raquel White

Cost $20.00 includes lunch on Saturday.

Must Register!  Contact:Alice McElwain      mcelwain2@cox.net

or Beverly Kirk    bquiltin@hotmail.com

Feelin like I could use a WIN>>>>>>????!!!!

from the October Shop Hop!   I've played along for years.... enjoyably.  Try it, click it........ you'll like it !  fabshophop.com     

No Santa Claus!

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Author Unknown... probably a seamstress or Quilter....

My life is but a weaving  . . . . .

 Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors........ He weaveth steadily ....

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow . . .


And I, in foolish pride,
Forget....  He seeth the upper
and the underside.

Not till the loom   is silent,



and the shuttles cease to fly..... Shall God unroll the canvas 

 and reveal the reasons Why.

The dark threads . . . . 

  are needful.... in the skillful weavers hand...........

Along with the threads of gold and silver and blue, and yellow, and green.....

....   There is a reason and a path
                     In the Pattern He has planned for me!!!

I awaken to a beautiful world on today....

I'm sounding poetic...   I'm happy.   I am in the midst of a subtle change of seasons.  Quilt excited (a happy typo.... play on words!)

u'know.... this leaf pattern is still one that I've never made....  but will do!