Sweet lord, I do not charge enough for my custom quilt-work. Or anything else for that matter.
Denyse Schmidt Quilts are funky. Simple, and straigtforward, but eyecatching.
I thought this was interesting:
“Denyse was designing, but could not possibly find the time to do the quilting. So, she went to the source – Amish women have been quilting by hand for over a century. The Amish lifestyle, with its emphasis on simplicity and a slower pace, lends itself perfectly to quilting. Denyse’s quilts are produced with the highest degree of craftsmanship. The quilt production schedule sometimes has to take a backseat to the farm chores (especially in summer), but we believe the wait is well worth the quality.”
Apparently, the solution to my time-crunch is Amish women. Who knew?
Super fast update (safari keeps crashing and losing my posts. Grr. Hello firefox!):
- Crazy week. Work work work work work.
- Super-cool pre-christmas present from ben. What a sweetie. He has, however, reached his quota of apple-store related presents for the year. I do have to draw the line somewhere.
- One of my kitties is getting adopted by a good friend. Yay!
- Roommate is home from the maritimes. He brought with him three jugs of BEEP and a candle that includes PEI sand. Have I mentioned that my roommate brought me BEEP? You heard me. I LOVE my roommate.
- After two straight weeks with no snow, and roommate getting all the snow out east, he brought it home with him, TONIGHT.
- Bought screenprinting supplies tonight. Expensive! Oh well. Getting started with anything is pricey, yet worth it.
- I won stuff! It apparently pays to suck up a little bit, sometimes.
- Work work work work work. American thanksgiving. Breathe. Work work work work work.
- A guy I used to date turns 30 next weekend. His new girlfriend has invited me to his sleepover-birthday-party at his cottage. Is this WRONG?
Up and Coming
- Joel Plaskett. Kingston, Monday.
- December. Eek!
- Lab time. School. On SUNDAY. Yuck.
- 222 Lyon. Tapas. Saturday night.
- Also, Lower Deck. Saturday night in search of a comparison. It can not possibly be better than the one in Halifax. Sacrilege.