While checking my referrer stats, I discovered this mention of this very site:

SPPF!
Following up on my referers I found this one, a quaint little site that only sent traffic to me as a result of a BlogSnob ad.
But then I saw it, top right, a little ‘Fruitcake’ button, which takes you to this site. Why is this interesting? Well, it’s actually funny, in a silly ‘small-world-no-life’ kind of way only because of what my site was originally called. To which you respond “Oh, it going to be one of those nights is it?”.

Now, how weird is that? Of course, we don’t really know what his site was originally called, LOL.

What this really means, dear readers, is that it’s probably time for a little site tweaking. I’m not sure I’m in favor of being a “quaint little site.” Just kidding.

I routinely make huge quilts. 90 X 108 inches. Big. So these grant quilts, while intense in quilting, seem small by comparison. Tonight I prepared the way to make the binding I need. Actually four fabrics worth of binding because I decided to go with changing the color at each landscape color change. Took a little more math than normal, but when you look at the dinky hunks of fabric I had to cut of the fabrics I need the most of (earth and sky) – well if you were me you’d laugh. Two 20 inch squares to make into binding is baby stuff.

Today I treated myself to some new music. Haven’t done that since mid-September when you might recall I indulged in the pop music of my youth – Beatles, Paul Simon, Rod Stewart, Carole King, Cat Stevens…. Today I was ready for a change. I’ve been listening to a lot of Enya and Altan on my iPod. Stopped at Borders to see if they had a particular copy of FiberArts magazine (no) and bought: the Glenn Gould Bach Goldberg Variations, Beethoven’s 9th, and Schubert’s 9th. I listened to Gould while cutting out my binding. Thanks Jeremy for reminding me about it.

For a strange but interesting look at what the music/sound looks like, click here.

Since darkness waits for me, then all the more
Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore
In pride; and let me sing with my last breath;
Sara Teasdale (complete poem here)

Saw this poem quoted on the Virtual Union Square and had to seek out the rest of it. And so re-acquainted myself with a poet I’d once known…

Long long day at work. I was so tired when I got home, I sat awhile, pressing some of the gazillion seams open, on the new quilt. While I was doing that I was thinking about the project I’d hoped to be working on, a binding on a quilt which is otherwise done. Time well spent I guess, since when I was done “resting” I went to the stash and put my hand on excellent fabrics to use for this binding. Tomorrow I work some and then I will visit my folks for awhile and then tomorrow night – BINDING.

On other fronts – it’s hard not to get paranoid when you find things in your computer’s trash that you didn’t put there, no? Maybe I’m the only person in the world to worry about things like this – but needless to say – new passwords and a few new security measures. I doubt it’s the cats, LOL! But cats, if you’re reading this – get your own computer.

Now that I’m down off my soap box I can report that I finished sewing the first pass on my new quilt. 49 columns of 30 squares each. Do the math! Looking pretty darn good I think.