post traumatic quilt disorder

Well, I am feeling a little lost. No looming deadline, no quilt to finish, no quilt at all in fact. Mum took it today and will hand it in on Saturday. I won't see it again for 2 months. I sent the blue bag along too. That one had a price tag on it. 

Oh, the name by the way:     3rd Generation - Gone "Crazy" 

My little blurb was basically what I wrote in my last post, but with mum and nana's names.

So, what have I been doing? Mulling over a new project, which is changing daily, but I feel that is a good thing. I couple of months to stew and simmer, concentrate those ideas (I have been reading about Allies bottling escapades) and really think about what I want to achieve.

I have a few obligations to meet. A handmade gift for a swap. Another block swap. Xmas ornie time, so plenty to keep me going. Below is a postcard I finished up.

 I have been tripping down memory lane the last day or so. A name from my past popped up in the comments section ( I guess they may read this, so *hi*).  Surprisingly, to myself, I am not bitter (I am great at being bitter, lol, although less so as I get older), and I really thought I would cross the street to avoid this person. But hey, 12 years is a long time, we move on. My life is good. As far as I know, their life is good, what is there to be bitter about. It was, however,  a  reminder that the WWW world is now a very small place...