Needles and Pins

HAVE YOU EVER wondered where the week has gone? I'm at that stage right now as I frantically dash down the finishing line to our quilt show this weekend. We set it up tomorrow morning, which means I only have today to do those last-minute chores.

What makes the effort even harder is that when I look out my window I am distracted by a gang of beautiful rainbow lorikeets who are filling their little tummies on the sweet nectar from the flowering tree right in front of me. Which reminds me - one of the chores is to print out a label for the lorikeet wall hanging I finished earlier this year.



I hate making fabric labels, but it's one of those things that must be done to finish off a quilt.

Earlier in the week I was working the poor Bernina to the ground.



Pins are my best friends. Imagine trying to attach a collar to a dress without them! So thank you whoever invented them - probably Benjamin Franklin or Thomas Jefferson - they seem to have cornered the invention market very early on. Anyway, the dress was finished and hopefully will sell over the weekend.



There had been a run on my baby booties (no pun intended), so it was time to re-stock.



Of course, they needed bags:






So now the rest of today will be taken up with freshening up the clothing (I refuse to say ironing - my nemesis), attaching price tags and swing tickets, compiling sales sheets, checking the quilts and, of course, printing out and attaching that fabric label.

Then tonight, I think Tony and I will sit down to a quiet meal and a glass or two of fruity red. Can't wait.