For the Good Times
Today is my 35th wedding anniversary. We were married in the church in my hometown in southeast Nebraska. No air conditioning and people thought my husband was nervous when they saw him shaking his leg. He was just trying to get the sweat to run down it a bit faster! Mine was the first of three weddings my parents planned, and since I had spent the summer in Pennsylvania working and setting up our new apartment, most things fell to my mother. My parents decided to have the reception in my hometown and that meant there was only one venue--the "supper club." Actually, this was the basement of the local pool hall/bar and had formerly been a bowling alley when my mother was a teenager. Although there wasn't a private room, my parents figured very few people other than wedding guests would be there since it was also the weekend of the county fair. Sometimes I miss life in small town Nebraska. Mostly not. Turned out they were right, but choosing that venue also meant that they...
Thank goodness you had more fabric. There is nothing more heartbreaking than running out of fabric when something happens. Can't wait to see the entire quilt.
ReplyDeleteLovely print, Susan. So sorry to hear about the tear. Glad you were able to get another square created for it. Can't wait to see it.
ReplyDeleteAw, Susan! I am sad for the tear. I am glad you had more fabric.
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