It's tradition!

One can tell by walking into my house that some great quilting event is approaching. There are plastic boxes with quilt projects to choose from, door prizes that will go, and since I'm the program chair, there are stacks of handouts waiting to have holes punched for three-ring binders. I'm just about ready to go attend to that task while watching the Mystery marathon on Hallmark channel.

Another indicator of the fast approach is that DH's tolerance level is reaching the breaking point. He asked me this morning if anyone else prepares anything for Camp. I'm very lucky to have such wonderful friends who will pitch in and do anything that is asked of them, whether it is teaching a class, or making copies, or preparing samples. Of course, it is most easy for those who are located here, but that's not a deterent for any of them. We've asked participants to make a 12" red, white and blue block, and will assemble them into Quilts of Valor of injured soldiers from Iraq. We are also setting up a station where items to be included in packages for Any Soldier or Any Sailor can be deposited. My friend, Linda, who comes to our event from the Cleveland area has just picked up the reins and taken care of that project for us entirely. She made hand-outs, and already has boxes prepared for shipping immediately after Camp is over.

I've been trying to keep my personal project list limited . . . but every day, I think . . . oh . . . I could take that and work on it. There's never enough time. And, to make matters worse, my mind has started to drift toward the subject matter of next year's retreat. My friends always tell me, "You're out of control"!

I've been keeping up with my knitting of socks fairly well, though I have had a kind of Deja Vu all over again experience. Several years ago, I signed up for a scrap quilt class because I had three baskets of scraps to use up. At the end of the class, I had five baskets of scraps. With my sock knitting, I started out with a single basket of sock yarns. Now I have one tucked underneath the end table, and one in front which is suffering from "spillage". Late in the evening, when I'm too tired to knit, I sit there and fondle the skeins and try to decide which yarn will be the next pair. I've just finished #20 of the 52 pair plunge, and have four pair in different stages on the knitting needles. Tomorrow I'm going to an auction where DH will be a ring man . . . I usually get lots of knitting done there!

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!