Just another manic Monday

Remember that hokey song? Still, it sort of sums up the way this day has gone.

I had grand plans. I was going to spend a few hours on a research project, the kind I especially like because it involves researching a discrete issue that I can answer with a few hours' work. Then, I had quilting plans.

I'm in the process of doing quilting on this fruit and veggie quilt, and I was hoping to finish.



Yes, this is Fruit and Veggie #2 (ooh, a series!) which is likely to be an auction quilt for Caroline's school, if they end up having an auction. (Here's a funny thing... Knowing that this school has a big spring auction fundraiser and that they have a huge garden in which the kids work throughout the year, I set out in search of gardeny fabric to make a quilt for the auction...Which is how I ended up buying such vast quantities of this Kyle's Marketplace line of fabrics, more than enough to make 3 quilts (at least), thank you very much. And last week someone mentioned that they may not even HAVE the auction this year.)

Anyway. Here's a slightly better view of the quilt, when it is spread on the floor of my office. I've used Mary Mashuta's All Season Garden Quilt pattern (you can see her version here if you go to the Quilt Kits section and choose Quilt Road from the left-hand menu) from Kaffe Fassett's Quilt Road, a book I adore.



Then, assuming that I got THAT done (I do think big), I was gonna get started on quilting this gift quilt for my aunt. Yep, it's bundled up and you can't see what it looks like. Well, it's a gift!



And in case I wasn't in the mood to do that, I was going to play with my "fruit salad" bin of strips...



to make checkerboard sashing for yet another fruit quilt (no veggies, just fruit) made like this one, also from Kaffe Fassett's Quilt Road:



And how much of that did I get done, you ask?

None. At 9am I got a call from Caroline's school that she was feeling very ill. I rushed out and got her home in time to spend the morning doing comforting motherly things while she retched over the toilet. And you really don't want pictures of that.

(Now, at 3:30 pm, she has perked up some and we're contemplating whether some saltines and jello will stay in her stomach. Wish us luck.)