It’s Monday again. I keep wondering where in heck are all these days going? It seems just yesterday was Monday.
At least, it is another share your world day……thanks, Cee Neuner for thinking up this challenge. Although it isn’t my favorite anymore…that would be the Back Where I Come From challenge. Sorry about that. But, on a happier note, Cee, come October, your Share Your World will once again be my favorite!
Complete this sentence: I want to learn more about … Quilting. yea, I know..sounds odd, doesn’t it? But…I have made one quilted sofa top and one quilt for the bed. I know I can do triangle shapes, and parallelograms, and rectangles and squares. I sort of want to learn to do arcs and circles now. I have this vision of making a circled quilt and haven’t the foggiest idea of how to do so.
On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep? something to use as a pillow. I know I can sleep on a mat (been there, done that)…I can sleep in a tent..under a camel on sand (smelly but semi-safe and entirely weird!)…in a bed..in a waterbed..on a sofa or recliner. The one thing they all need though is a pillow for my head to rest on.
What is your greatest extravagance? bread. Another odd sounding answer, I know. But, yea…it would be bread. I adore bread. French, Italian, Black bread, white bread..sourdough bread…Hawaiian bread. I LOVE it. And I shouldn’t have it anymore. I have a condition called pre-diabetes. Basically, it means “we are gonna screw with your diet and muck it up so nothing really tastes good anymore in an effort to prevent real diabetes from ever becoming your diagnosis”. So almost all bread is out of my diet and I HATE it. So, every now and then I splurge and have a small piece of yumminess and say the hell with the diet.
What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
My friend Angela. She has multiple health issues and is, like me, one of the “poor”…yet, she tries each and every day to find something good in her life. She never gives up even when she wants to do so. She always encourages me to go for it…whatever the “it” actually IS at the time. She lets me rant and rave when I need to, and never judges me. She loves me unconditionally. I honestly wish everyone had an “Angela” of their own. The world would be a heck of a lot nicer place.