Hurry up and wait

We're on the down side of the wait for the big quilt show this weekend.  Everything is ready, and the first delivery is tomorrow afternoon.  Then into gear on Thursday evening and full bore until Sunday at 5:00.  Naturally, I'm having second thoughts about the stuff I'm putting in for sale--always do at this stage of the game. My support group got together esterday and there was conversation aobut people who just look at stuff in order to copy it.  My bigger stuff is a little complex for that, but the medium size purses, that are going, could be susceptible.  But my week is planned, with a list of which jobs to do on what days, so that everything gets done.

As often happens when I get "antsy", I'm sorting out stuff and sending it to new homes, either the garbage or the thift store.  I went through all of the paper I've accumulated over the many years I've been teaching and taking classes.  Emptied about 12 loose leaf binders, and two bookshelves. (I did a similar thing with all of my university and professional notes and files, when I retired)  I have a full bookshelf of high quality periodicals ( the kind that cost $15-$20 an issue).  I've promised to take them to a Ravenesque meeting in May, because I really hope to give them a good home, away from the landfill.

Part of the sorting involves finding patterns and kits for things I had planned to get to in my retirement.  These present more of a problem, as I can't make myself throw out good supplies.  But at the same time, I now realize that I'll never work on them.  I confess that they usually get put back on the self, although one small kit has been put aside to possible action.  I'm also anxious to sort though all of the quilting fabric that is sitting on my selves, but may not get to that for a few days.

Since I, more or less, cleaned up before the family came for dinner on Sunday, it's either this sort of work, or reading.  Can't even work in the garden with the cold weather and snow.  And speaking of dinner, for the next couple of days, I'm grateful for ham.

You're lucky I proof read.  This darn finger splint is making more typo's than I can count.  What a Hoot!