I say this all the time, with increasing panic, because I know it gets truer with every passing day. The older one becomes, the faster time flies. Can you believe we're here at the end of May, already? Wow! Memorial Day weekend is one of my favorite holidays. For one, it heralds the beginning of summer. But most importantly, well, I like the way Lee Greenwood
said sang it . . .
And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I won’t forget the men [and women] who died,
who gave that right to me.
Friday we spent the day on the lake. I tried to get in a little stitching time in Saturday morning, and managed to get Evey's bloomers cut and actually sewn (a couple of steps beyond what I'm showing).
I'd also purchased a stack of dish drying mats at WalMart for over at the pavilion.
Yesterday afternoon was Ellie's first ballet recital! Isn't she precious? Joc took this one backstage, pre-show:
Ooooh . . . I got a package in the mail . . .
Rogue Quilter. Soaps, wool patterns (pumpkin patterns, no less!), an ornament, and a pumpkin pin cushion (both of which Janet made)!
I can happily report that my stash report is down by the half a yard it was up last week . . .
Today we'll have our annual Memorial Day weekend church picnic and fish fry up here at the camp. But it won't start until late this afternoon. I am going to try and get some slow stitching in before the frenzy.
So that about wraps it up for me. Linking up to Patchwork Times and Kathy's Quilts this morning. Enjoy the remainder of this long weekend and have a safe and Happy Memorial Day!