An incredible lightness of being

I am pleased to report that the lead-en quilt is out of the house. Yes, it was like moving a body, but I did it!

I took it to my favorite Value Village, and parked in the handicapped spot {oh c'mon, what would you have me do -- roll the thing across the parking lot?} and a guy comes up, "Are you returning that?" Like people return things to Value Village. I immediately returned home to begin the next phase of my momentous project.

Remember my swell trip to London in January? While there, I slept in a wunnerful bed at the Marriott Whitehaven with the perfect-weight down comforter. Sure enough, I could get one just like it online. So I ordered one, and now all I have to do is make a duvet cover for it.

Simple enough, eh?

So I had this Kaffe Fossett quilt kit [from QuiltFest 2007 that I had to have] that could be adapted to this duvet cover, and I'm looking at the pattern and looking at the gabillion fabrics, and looking at the pattern, and looking at the fabrics, and wondering, doesn't it seem a little stupid to cut up that beautiful fabric into itty bitty tiny pieces and then sew it all back together again?

Lately my patience factor is like -20, so what are the odds I could make this beautiful quilt and maintain my sanity and have a completed duvet cover by Christmas? Not good. So plan B. Using the 80/20 rule, I have sewed together a more elementary duvet cover, and I just need to get the fabric for the flip side. I started to freak over the color combinations and trying to match this to that, and then I thought, what the heck, throw caution to the wind and just start sewing and hope it works out.

Pictures tomorrow!!!!!

This aside, Offspring 3 spilled some kind of Black Currant Clementine drink on Offspring 1's Apple computer, paid for in hours of forced cheerfulness at Pappadeaux's - "Hey, welcome to Pappadeaux's, a server will be right with you..."

Katy knows death is imminent and bursts into tears. I feel like crying too (and I'm the one who told her 1) stay away from J's computer (especially after she downloaded that damn Thoroughly Modern Millie soundtrack) and 2) get that *&^%$ drink away from that computer). Luckily Jessie the ice princess took mercy on her and allowed her to live. She is taking it to the Apple store tomorrow to see if they can do CPR on the thing or something. She says she has a warranty, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't cover dumping a drink on the keyboard even if it was 100% organic and full of antioxidants.

Adam came in second at the Concrete Rodeo in Ft. Worth over the weekend. Some kind of skateboarding thing. Did I mention I'm going to be homeschooling the monster? Yes, well, I didn't have enough to do so I decided to take on the secondary education of a skateboarding dyslexic. I am going through all the stages of grief with this decision - and I guess I am approaching acceptance. That must be it. I must remember though, the last time I thought I was going to teach the kids interesting stuff over the summer. The vision: the three little stinkers would finish their breakfast and gather at the table with shiny expectant faces waiting for me to share the day's lesson on seashells!!! The reality: I could not even get them to sit at the table at the same time. Something tells me to readjust my expectations with this homeschooling stuff or I will be crying my eyes out nightly.