I mentioned that my Dad had a birthday last week so Mr. P and I drove to my folks place this past weekend to pay a visit. It's about a three hour drive north of here and we haven't done the trek since Easter. I always refer to my parents place as "home" even though I've never lived there. I guess that proves that home is wherever the people you love are.
Even if they pull faces like this...
I warned you that was going on my blog Dad.... don't ever dare me. You know you'll lose.
I took this picture on the drive up to deliberately freak out all my friends in the US because it looks like we're driving recklessly and wantonly on the wrong side of the road. I wonder how I'm going to go with changing sides of the road when we're away and whether I'm going to spend my days in a perpetual state of agitation about crashing.
I spent the car ride finishing sewing the binding onto Home on The Range (when I wasn't taking shots of the road and firetrucks to show Little P ) so I could give it to my Dad when we got there. There's nothing like bringing a finish down to the wire.
And Dad loved it. And I loved it so much I used it all weekend to keep warm since my folks live in Antarctica.
I'm so happy with how this turned out that I may have to make a scrappy tumbler at some point just for me.
Love the back almost as much as the front. It makes me want to go out and find a boot scooting class.
While I was at my folks I raided my Mum's garden for goodies to bring home. And I dreamed of putting in a vegie garden at our place and then dismissed the thought because I have a black thumb. I figure as long as my Mum gardens I can just steal the fruits of her labours.
I spent some of the weekend working on more hexie flowers. It's getting to be a decent sized pile, but still feels like its taking forever ...and now I'm looking for a volunteer to peel the paper out. Anyone want to put their hand up?
And finally I have something to link up to Elizabeth's monthly linky party!