We had a hard time getting a head count for how many folks were coming to The Grandson's birthday celebration, so we ordered enough pizzas to feed everyone we'd invited. The Husband wanted wings, so we ordered those, too, first adding 12 wings to the pizza order, then, to be safe, adding 18 more. The additional order of 18 somehow didn't make it on the order, so The Husband picked up 2 dozen fried chicken strips from the grocery store deli.
Of 15 possible guests, only 5 showed up. I sent food home with anybody who'd take it.
The Grandson was a little late getting here (he's a working man, now, at least for the summer), and I had to hide the oatmeal-raisin cookies he'd requested to make sure there were some left for him. Nanny gave him a photo album with pictures of him and his family. I was heart-warmed at how happy the gift made him. After everyone left, he got out the album and went through it again. We dragged down a box of pictures from the closet shelf, and he selected a few more to add to his album. He even asked for copies of photographs on shelves and walls at our house. It was touching.
He went home with what was left of his oatmeal-raisin cookies.
I worked on the wedding quilt yesterday, getting that last section ready to quilt. Inserting the batting was a little troublesome. Basting spray was my friend. I did not start the quilting because the sewing machine needed to be moved from the sewing cabinet to the worktable to give me room to maneuver the quilt. But I expected kids at the birthday party and didn't want to string extension cords around the room. I'll finish the quilting today.
Because I screwed up the quilt-as-you-go method I'd intended to use, I'm likely going to be stuck hand-sewing the top half of the quilt to the bottom half. Six months ago, this would have been unthinkable, but making Granddaughter #3's quilt by hand upped my confidence and my sewing skills. It's do-able.
It's time to start planning the binding.
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