I love yellow

 My daughter, who stages homes for a  living, gave me these yellow flowers a while back.   I think they look good with the little quilt that I made to test out a new pattern.

Large Unicorn

 Last year I volunteered at Cinderella's Closet in Taylor.   This organization lends prom dresses to area high school girls.    It's a great idea.

Due to COVID, all proms were cancelled last spring.   Wouldn't be surprised if this years are, too.  

But the organization still has expenses, so it's running a fundraiser soon and has asked for craft items from its volunteer staff.   

I'm donating this acrylic painting.   Seems like something a teenaged girl might like.   

UPDATE:  This sold on the first day of the sale for $60.   They'd love to have another one (or two) next year.

Deep in the Summer

Update:  I didn't post this because it was so whiny.  It's now November and I've gotten used to things.   It's not as hot anymore, also.

Here's hoping for a better year in 2021.

August 13, 2020

It's hot.   COVID is raging.   Social quarantining is necessary.  Polictics are in the forefront and not pleasant,    Racisism is at high levels.

I'm tired.

I feel very helpless, but I'm not.  

I've given lots of masks to my friends and family and neighbors.  I've made and donated Quilts of Valor for ex-servicemen.   I've mand and donated Linus quilts for children in difficult situations.  

I've taken walks and called out "hellos" to my neighbors. 

I've encouraged and been successful at getting several of my groups of friends to meet in parks or yards and keep face-to-face communication alive and well.   I've called friends.

I've donated money to my political candidates of choice.   I voted (by mail) in the primary elections.

I've send extra money to family members for school supplies, as there are often extra needs at this time of year.

Most importantly, I've been careful about social interactions and I've stayed healthy.

But I'm still tired.   And sad.   

I need a hug from a grandchild or great-grandchild.   I need chocolate.   I need wine.  I need to whine.

Sorry, guys.   It will get better.