Can I just say I love sunshine?
I mean, really.
After about a year of snow, ice, clouds and gray,
sunshine is the best!
Suzanna's finished block to be mailed today.
Can't wait to see what April's block will be.
Yesterday afternoon, C-man and I were at the table doing Algebra I when I caught a shadow out of the corner of my eye. This big fella
These awesome pictures are taken by C-man.
decided to come down and just hang out for a while.
Or so we thought. Until a squirrel came over and played Chicago thug.
The squirrel was very quiet and just sort of sat there about 3 feet in front of the hawk. Silently staring him down. Daring him to make a move.
Well, the hawk got tired of the ground and decided to move onto a higher perch which we noticed was alarmingly close to a squirrel's nest in the tree. Things are starting to make more sense now. We understand why the squirrel is so brave. So brave, he climbed the tree and is behind the large branch on the right. You just can't see him. At one point, the protective parent was only 12 inches from the hawk. It was really weird because usually our squirrels get all uppity and loud when they're upset. Not today. Quiet as death. And I think that's what the hawk had in mind for the baby squirrels we know are in the nest.
After about 5 minutes, the hawk flew off and the squirrel went home. But later in the day, C-man was out playing basketball and the same hawk swooped in low over the driveway. We love having such incredible and beautiful visitors in our yard, but we also hate the side of Nature where one animal is prey and the other is hunter.
A thrift store threw up on my table!
This is my collection of vintage sheets, pillowcases, valances and fabric. With some new fabric that looks like it matches in there for good measure.
I linked you to the Vintage Sheet Marketplace yesterday.
I'm sending out a half sheet of
this to Penny in exchange for 4-1/4yd cuts of fabric she has to swap.
And there's another swap in the making.
I'm so excited.
Here's a pillow from Twinfibers
from For the Journey
and from Oh Fransson
I've started ripping out old seams and pressing my stash for folding.
I'm in vintage heaven.