Second Rule of Road Trip: If there is vomit, get it in the bucket.
I am very happy to report that everyone in our jolly family abided by either the first rule or the second rule of Road Trip. I know that Big E has already started filling people in on our yick status, so I won't linger here long. I just want to say, that I have often, OFTEN, thanked the stars that we were blessed with children with good aim. Now, moving on to the part of the post where I show you a photo of a restroom.
This is the sink in the women's bathroom at the Olympia Club.
I can tell you that about half of those faucets work
(we checked them all).
The Olympia Club is one of the coolest Mc Menamins I've been to.
It's a reformed notorious "Gentlemen's Club",
where women were only allowed upstairs in an.. um...
After a lovely lunch we continued on our merry way.
The plan was to spend the first day of Road Trip 2009
driving, with the reward of a swim in the hotel pool,
followed by dinner at a friend's house at the end of the day.
Mr Warhamster, also known mysteriously as "Jim",
and his family shared their lovely view and a
delicious dinner with us.
I seriously over ate.
The homemade whole wheat pastry wrapped around chard
(for the savory bit) and peaches (for the sweet part)
just about did me in (oh it was buttery and lovely).
I felt a serious need to be rolled to the car afterward.
Little e was introduced to a totally new concept at the
The best sleep I could manage was that doze where your body is asleep but your mind churns cream all the night through, and you wake up feeling like you've got butter between the ears.
The last week was a swirling whirl of adventures, and I've got to set awhile before I'll be able to write it all up. To tide you over, while I recover my brain enough to come up with less vile metaphors, I leave you with this mediocre photo of Victoria.
So I've been battering about the idea of how to make a quilt top with different weights of recycled knits and woven fabrics. I figure I will need to stabilize each square, so the finished top doesn't go all wonky and squidgy. The fabrics are coming from a collection of soon to be deconstructed baby clothes. See how they will be different weights and fabrics? So I've started a trial mini-quilt made from grease spattered old t-shirts of mine. (Why can't I learn to always, ALWAYs use an apron?) I'm using the same light weight stabilizer I use for my foundation pieced quilts, and to my surprise, my trial quilt is actually coming together the way I visualized it.
The foundation doesn't make the top stiff, or scratchy, as I'd feared. The mini-top is soft and cozy, and thick and lovely. And (score!) the wonky stretch that would come from all those different knits is totally negated.
I've been whittling away at my List in the past two days.
I am temporarily caught up on my sewing.
The dice bags are stacked, tagged, and ready to go.
Big E's club is having its annual gaming shindig,
and I needed to get the pre-orders labeled and packaged up
before we head out on our family time.
Strawberry jam has been made,
as has homemade pizza dough,
muffins with raspberries from our yard,
and chocolate chip cookies for the week's tea treats.
I whipped up four tiny drawstring pouches,
in bright pretty fabrics, set on necklace length cords.
These are for Sweetheart G to store her bite plate in while she eats.
Itineraries, lists, maps, and instructions have been compiled.
The filter on the air conditioner has been cleaned.
Laundry continues to move through the system.
My shirt drawers have been culled and reorganized.
Is this it?
Am I caught up?
Wow... um I thought "caught up" would be a lot, ah..
Oh right... cleaning, that would be me.
This must mean I need to make a new List
which starts with "Wash floors" and ends with "I give up."
Oh and Big E likened my voice to that of a worn out, used up, old...
well there's just no polite word for that is there?
It must be time for a vacation!
Edited to add:
So Big E pointed out, that perhaps the tone of our conversation about my malfunctioning voice might not have been accurate out of context. So, I am here to say definitively that the man was not making fun of me. I started the conversation, and he just joined in.