Back for Another

There's no keeping a good blogger down...and I'm using the word "good" loosely here. As I've mentioned so many times, my head gets full of words, and then I fear my skull will explode, and so I must write it all down. Thank you for listening.

Actually, the packing I've so dreaded for weeks is going much more easily than anticipated. I'm using what I've begun to call the McKenna Ryan system of completing dreaded tasks: One step at a time. Do not look ahead or back. Focusing on the present task keeps stress, worry, and regret at bay. Why McKenna Ryan? Have you ever made one of her quilts? Because I have.

Enough said.

Today I have one more refrigerator to empty out, clean, and turn off. I'm embarrassed to say we have three refrigerators. This refrigerator collection of ours started out innocently enough. There was a refrigerator here when we moved in, and we brought another from our previous home. So...one refrigerator in the kitchen, and we put ours in the laundry room, which is just off the kitchen. I've always used it like a refrigerated pantry.

Then, I hated the refrigerator in the kitchen because it was too small, and it was a side-by-side (which was invented by the devil, I'm sure). The freezer was approximately three inches wide...just barely wide enough for me to fit my hand through the door. So, one Christmas Mike bought the refrigerator of my dreams...one of those ones with French doors and the freezer on the bottom. It replaced the hated side-by-side in the kitchen, and the kitchen refrigerator was moved out to the garage. Mike kept cold beverages in it for when he was out working in the yard.

And then, we remodeled our kitchen, which meant a different refrigerator because we wanted it to match the rest of the stainless steel appliances. (I was willing to keep the old one, but Mike was the one who insisted that it match the rest.) So the refrigerator with the French doors got moved to the garage, where the original refrigerator had stopped working by that time. And there you go. It's a little like starting new projects in the sewing room. It starts out innocently enough, and then before you know it, you're like me...with 25 WIP's on your list, even after you've finished 32 quilts in a single year. If you've enjoyed this journey through the refrigerators of time, then I thank you for your service. Only a true friend would read this far.

So in between packing and cleaning, I've been working away at the first Snowflake. Like slow-stitching crack, it's honestly been difficult to put it down. I can't wait to get to the beading part.

This is where I left off this morning. I just need to finish those swirly-cues around the outer edge, and then I'll add a tiny ice blue pearl where each little circle appears.

So that's pretty much where it's been the past couple of days: packing, cleaning, slow-stitching. More today, and then we're out of here in the morning. And honestly, I really, really, really am not going to post tomorrow or the next day. We'll be on the road, and I'm meeting up with a friend in Medford for breakfast on Monday morning. The soonest I'll be back will be Tuesday, and then only if we have internet access. It'll be good to be on our way. We're hoping good weather continues because it can be dicey getting through the Siskiyous. Fingers crossed.