sorting the stash

Yesterday Mary Jean and I hit an estate sale where we could buy entire bolts of fabric for $5 each.  Today, while washing the sizing out of yards and yards and yards of fabrics that will go with justaboutanythihng, I started sorting my existing stash.  I've got somewhere in the neighborhood of six quilts I want to sew right now.  And, as I sorted through, I discovered that I have a lot of pink fabric.  An awful lot of pink.  In fact, I have something like a metric fuckton of pink print fabrics.

Which tells me that my inner three-year-old has been hijacking my impulse fabric buys for about the last - oh - fifteen years or so.  Ah, she heard me talking about her.  She's peeking around the corner to see how mad I am.  And what do you have to say for yourself young lady?

She gives me that endearing grin and says, "I wuv you, woxie."

My inner three-year-old is an accomplished survivor.

Walkies

We had some free time  this morning, so Kyle and I took a little walk.  It was my fault.  I had read about this walk and it was listed as 2.5 miles.  And it's not all that far from our place so we could walk there and make it a good, long walk.  We walked from our house to the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens.  Here's a picture of Reed College Place which runs through a noble and prosperous neighborhood.  We walked the length of Reed College Place, admiring the lovely old homes and the beautiful trees.  We walked through the Reed College campus.  We walked back.  It was a delightful walk but it sure seemed longer than 2.5 miles.  The last hill climb just about did me in.  When we got home I checked my pedometer.  It was 6.59 miles, with the equivalent of 18 flights of stairs.  I took a bath and a nap.