From the quote box:

The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Still home with the cold – now in the “who cut my throat overnight” phase. I did a lot of snoozing yesterday, but I also fiddled around with the idea of those fabric postcards. Not as easy as they might seem, they were fun and I understand how addictive they might become.

Anyway, here are the two little cards I made and sent off to Virginia this morning — Woodland and Leaf I:

Hope you’ll go and check out all the postcards.

Update (1pm): Leaf I has been purchased and is now a part of the Collection of the International Quilt Festival – Houston and Chicago. How cool is that?

Much later – Woodland was also purchased, by Karen Cote, from upstate NY.

Here’s a good cause and one that is easy to support thanks to Virginia Spiegel. Over $4600 raised for the American Cancer Society through the sale of 4×6 inch fiber postcards using the power of the ‘net.

What’s that jingle — a summer cold is a different animal — from anyway?

Work progresses on my site re-design. I’m not ready to sprout css wings and fly away solo but then why bother when other people have done a lot of the work for you (and probably enjoyed doing it. So glad to have helped you out there by being appreciative).

But back to the cold – last night – BAM – summer cold arrives. And I’m blaming the stupid woman at Borders Friday night who sneezed all over me. Twit. Actually my response to her was to look her in the eyes and say “niiiiiiiccccce.” So here I sit, bad throat, bad sinuses, bad head, sweaty (although that could be blamed on the weatherman – the term he used was “oppressive”) and generally feeling ick.

And of course, I finished my reason for being at Borders on Friday this morning around 11:30. Whew. There’s nothing like a good read, which is what you can say about Harry Potter. So I’ll have to find something else to do today and it’s not going to be very strenuous. It may involve large cooling beverages and a bed.

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it? — Eleanor Roosevelt