Ye Rip What Ye Sew!

My fingers ache, there are threads everywhere . . all over me, all over the floor, all over the quilt, all over the dog. Got the picture? Threads are everywhere. Sometimes I struggle with quilting designs. I marked this quilt Saturday afternoon after debating for hours about the quilting design. After it was marked, I hung it up and looked at it and it just wasn't right. I had used the water soluble marker so I spritzed it, let it dry overnight, came up with another plan and re-marked it all on Sunday. Started quilting this morning and it still wasn't right so what you see are the holes left from having ripped out the stitching. Thankfully, I had only done two squares before deciding it wasn't working. I can tell you these stitches go in a whole lot more quickly than they come out! Needless to say, I accomplished little today. But I have been thinking and thinking and . . well, thinking! Yesterday we went out to the neighboring county to look at a house DH thought might work. It didn't but we were taking the back roads coming home and we passed this log cabin sitting way back off the road and it had a "For Sale" sign on the fence. You could barely see the house from the road but we got enough of a glimpse that we both went "OHHHHHH". Vince stopped, backed up, turned around and we went back. The gate to the driveway was open so we drove in. OMG! You should see this cabin. It's 3 stories with a lake in front, a green metal roof (which I would LOVE to have so I could listen to the rain.) It was just like the log cabins you see in the magazines and it is gorgeous! We haven't seen the inside yet but I've hardly stopped thinking about it today. I'm trying to be reasonable but I'm not sure I'm succeeding. The negatives are:

• We figured that we need about 3,000 square feet. That gives us room for a nice quilting room and we'd still have enough room to spread out. This house has more than double that.
• Of course, the price is more than we planned to spend. I say it's not that much more. Vince says it's way more.
• It is so far back in the woods and I'm such a chicken. You can't see another house anywhere near this place. I think I could stay there at night by myself but if we bought it, I'm not going to have any choice. Really though . . how scared can you get? I max out on the scared scale no matter where I am when it gets dark so does it matter if I'm scared in town or if I'm scared out in the woods?

Hopefully the brochure will arrive tomorrow and it will be just horrible inside and I can stop thinking about it. But .. for now, I can see myself quilting while looking out at the lake, listening to a gentle rain falling on the metal roof! Hey, a girl can dream, right?

Judy L.