my kids use the strangest logic...

"Mom, Dad's going up on the roof and he's using your ladder!"

I couldn't even begin to figure out why my youngest would decide that the big metal ladder belonged to me. The tools belong to Daddy. I don't mess with ladders.But quilts hang on ladders so that makes all of the ladders mine.

There's an old wooden one that I might want to claim, but the functional metal ones are all his!



I got my sewing time in Thursday afternoon putting together green strips for Trip Around the World blocks. This is definitely going to be a "work on it when the mood strikes" project. I enjoy piecing the blocks, but all of the long seams and all of the green could easily get boring!