IT LOOKS LIKE BAR CODES

Monday was Family Day in Ontario. The goverment put this into effect 3 years ago because there isn't a break from Christmas till Easter. Hence , Family Day.


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So on Monday we had a big Pizza lunch at our house with grand kids in attendance for Nana's homemade Pizza. Salads, fruits and home made cookies for dessert.


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I made this quilt last spring and since I'm feeling spring in the air as opposed to autumn for the Aussies, I thought I'd set a bright table.



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Remember when I tidied up my sewing room in January and cut all kinds of 2 1/2" and 3" strips? Well, my neighbour Mary's daughter had a birthday and I said I'd make her a quilt...

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I had all these strips already cut out, so the top went together in an afternoon almost. Very simple, but I just made the strippie a bit different.

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My sweetie looked at it and said "it looks like bar codes!" Now why oh why did I ask him what he thought? I should have known better but silly me I had to ask.


Then, of course, it's what I had to call it as the name stuck in my head.
The back is all in white. Plain and very effective I think.

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It measures 43" X 65" which is perfect for a lap quilt. The beauty of these is that the back may be made with 45" yardage although I used a single percale sheet.

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I have also sent off today my nine patch to Australia for Illene's quilt. I don't know when it will get there as I was talking to my friend Helen who mailed a quilt to the Irish Flood relief and she has been tracking it for about 6 weeks and it's still not arrived in Ireland! I think my little envelope will get to Aussie land before her's gets to Ireland.

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Olympics are taking over my life! So exciting to watch all of it and cheering on the participants. Did I ever tell you of my mogul experience? No? Okay, I'll give you the short version!

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It was, maybe my third time up a chair lift skiing with the kids, who are all teen age dare devils at the time and were so happy that I was skiing! Specific instructions were given, "go left when you get off the chair" but the groves that I got in were to the right.

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As I started down the hill, I noticed all these bumps....I thought "what the H....! and then I hit a couple of bumps, I started to speed up as I tried to avoid first this bump only to hit the other beside it. I can hear my kids who are going up the chair cheering me on and let me tell you, my knees weren't together and neither were arms!

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I finally fell, thinking that a ski pole had entered my chest, I lay there in absolute agony! My oldest son comes up to me finally, and I tell him that I think the pole went into my chest....."No, mom, it's your cigarette package", but he commented that people on the lift were shouting to each other saying " Look at that crazy woman doing moguls....which one?...the one in the bright lime green ski suit!"

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I asked my son who the hell would put bumps like that on a ski hill.....yep they're called moguls. I never turned right again on that hill. I also gave up cigarettes.