As per my usual routine, I've been sneaking in some sewing here and there, as time allows. I finished my Valentine's Day table runner and it graced the buffet in the dining room for a few days:
Then I pressed my Color Box top and cut the backing. I found this wide backing online and bought 5 yards - enough for 2 quilts:
I picked through my scrappy bin of strips and made the binding:
Then I pressed all of my 9-patch blocks for another scrappy quilt. I think I'm going to set them with Navy and white hourglass blocks and bind it in Navy. So I set about to cutting squares for that and made a few blocks:
Our Quilt Squad group is meeting tomorrow, but I have to bow out. I do need to run into town right quick to run some errands and drop off a Crock-pot of Taco Soup for my fellow stitchers before heading back home:
My washing machine refused to agitate on Tuesday and although DH is a master at fixing these sorts of things, I wasn't about to let him tie into it with his back giving him fits so we loaded it into the truck and hauled it town. Yes, he and I lifted it into the truck. They had to order the part so here's hoping I get it back before I have to find a river and beat our clothes against a rock. I'm very thankful that they are able to repair it though and I don't have to shell out money for a new one! I am currently reading a book called "Nothing to Tell: Extraordinary Stories of Montana Ranch Women and I am very thankful for a lot of modern conveniences right now!
DH's back is really out of whack so I've been trying to help out. He would call it hovering. :) I know he's hurt because this man never complains when he's sick or hurt. Hurt or not, cattle must be fed and when there are about 600 hd on this side of the ranch and 64,000 acres, it takes a good while. Throw in the fact that you cannot sit or lay down in any position to alleviate the pain and you have a man who does what it takes:
I finally fussed enough that he let me drive and he stood in the back of the truck. He'll be fine. Just going to take some time and prayer.
Then one of these fellas decided to take up residence in a pair of my britches on Thursday and when I pulled them on, he stung me on my leg and gave me an extra good whip with his nasty tail on my finger. OWIE!
Now I'm off to finish cleaning out the deep freeze. We've got a beef ready to pick up!