What's Up Doc?

So ... I have noticed an odd phenonemon every time I sit down to machine quilt on this crabby little number.

I'm feeling like I might be allergic to the batting. "Why now?" you obviously ask. Do. Not. Know.

I had noticed over the last year or so that whenever I am putting the three layers of the quilt together and struggling with the rather large roll of batting (I tend to buy it 15 yards at a time) that I get sniffly and sneezy, but that usually ends once the quilt has been sandwiched together.

Ummm, not so this time around. I'm not going to be detered, but it is slowing me up a bit.

They say that the Quilt Police don't really exist. I'm okay with that, but I would really like it if the Quilt Doctor was real and could solve my ailment.

For free.

Like a Fish out of Water ...

So ... please get over the fact that I have been MIA for awhile. Truth be told, I am not the woman of leisure I once was, who had all the time in the world to sit around and ponder about ... you know ... stuff ... to blog about.

I have a real Grown Up job. As of this week. As in ... eeeeek!

My job involves the kind of hours that most grown ups have. Except that I haven't clocked those kind of hours since ... um ... college.

At one point I considered throwing in the towel on ol' simplehappy home, but I have reconsidered. I just hope my absence hasn't made that decision a moot point.

So enjoy my 2nd Bathroom Crate & Barrel fishies while I take a deep breath and try to adjust to this new life of mine.

Which I am actually enjoying a great deal ... if anyone wants to know.