No, I haven’t been watching Oprah which holds about as much appeal as watching grass grow, but I did have one of those moments where I say to myself ‘Hey, how ’bout them apples?’ and feel fairly smug about how smart I’m capable of being when I apply myself. It may not be something that screams in flashing neon how brilliant I am…maybe more nightlight bulb wattage, but hey, it’s all good.
The Diva was desperate to help me do something, anything with regard to quilting and as it happened, at that moment, I was pressing fabric. I hate pressing fabric. So, being the wily fox I am, I offered her the job. Mind you, she’s deathly afraid of being burned and I can’t blame her. And like that, it came to me…
I slapped an oven mitt on the hand that was in the line of fire and presto! I had someone to do the pressing.
She’s quite pleased with herself and fairly impressed that Mom could be so creative. I’m sure someone, somewhere has already thought of this but it’s a novel concept to me.
Here she is, pressing border fabric for one of my Jelly Roll quilts. Yippeee!!