I love my new car! The cell phone is in sync with the radio so I have hands free calling. Never thought I would like it since it makes me look like a crazy person talking to myself in the car, but I have gotten to an age where that really doesn’t bother me too much anymore. I am a bit crazy and others need to be aware of that. I do have to stop using my hands so much since I am driving.

I found this great striped table cloth. Table clothes, dishes, glassware are just like fabric buying for me. I love them. This table cloth has yellow, orange, blue, pink and wonderful colors all over it. First thing I do when I get a new cloth is wash it. That way I can spread it on the table and admire it. I had it in the washer and then threw in a few of my whites and light colored clothes. I now have a great deal of yellow underwear and not no white clothes. There is a thing called a color catcher, that I use when washing quilts. Rarely do I use them for my clothes because I seperate everything into little piles of color. Wearing so much black and white really makes this chore an easy one, so I didn’t really thing about the color of the cloth and it being new as a problem. Hum. Note to self, don’t be doing that again. And buy some more color catchers at the grocery store. (detergent isle)

Last week I drove to Greenville, SC for a lecture and class. Nice group. We had some good laughs. When I got home I was in the middle of listening to a great book on CD. It is ROUGH COUNTRY by John Sanford. There is a quilter in the plot. A quilt shop owner, believe it or not. This isn’t the first time he has mentioned quilts in his books either. Not big mentions, but I do believe he knows a quilter or two. For that reason and that I enjoy his mystery/murder type writing I am telling you to try one of his books. We want him to keep mentioning quilters, shop owners and quilts. I love it when something I know about gets mentioned without being the whole story line…just enough to know it could really happen adds to a great plot.

So, I went to the ice cream joint up the road and ordered a small vanillia soft serve cone ($1.59) in the drive thru, Then parked in my driveway eating the last few bites and listened to the book a few more minutes. My neighbors thought me talking in the car was odd, now they have me just sitting in it eating to help that thought along. Wonder what I can do next?