The Gift of a Day.....

This day has felt like a lovely gift.

I woke up to the sounds and smell of rain.

This was something special. And it was not 100 degrees today.

No, a cold front came in and it topped off at 90!

I flung open the French doors and our bedroom door to the patio.

Then I decided to do something truly special - I turned the attic fan on and the cool fresh air swept through the entire house!

I enjoyed that so much! It wasn't but a couple of hours and then I closed the house back up and turned the AC on. Still - what a blessing.

I spent the afternoon cleaning and organizing the guest room.

I cleaned all these dresser drawers out - as in taking the contents and relocating them to the drawers in the staircase to the bunk beds. I did keep two drawers - one for the grands color books and one for some of my things. The other seven drawers belong to Louis Dean and I filled them up for him!

He had been keeping his t-shirts, socks and pajama pants in the bathroom cupboards - and in various tubs in his music room. ??

Now everything is all neat and tidy and organized.

I found some notes from the last Quad Day in one of the stair drawers.

These are from Kailey to Harrison.

I saved them for her.

As I lit the candle pronouncing this a Clean Room, I noticed the painting there.

Benjamin painted this in 1995.

He was seven.

We home schooled and were studying Monet.

As we studied the different artists, we would all paint our version of one of their works.

Benjamin loved using the palette knife and he mixed the oils himself.

Cadmium yellow medium and burnt umber for the green.

It's still a beautiful painting and I am so happy I am a 'Keeper of Nearly Everything.'

I moved on the clean the bedroom, hall and both bathrooms before settling down to my sewing.

I have a lot to do.

Three crib quilts and two regular ones for wedding gifts.

All made using denim squares.

This first one is for my Cousin Joe's new baby girl.

Her name is Charleigh. Isn't that a beautiful name?

Tomorrow I must decide on the backing and whether to put right sides together and stitch around and pull it inside out or make a sandwich and fold the backing to the front to form a border all around.

I am not a true quilter. I'm just a crafter who whacks the denim up and sews it together. I purposely don't even try to match the seams. I think true quilters are mathematical geniuses. Like my Cousin Pam or our dear Ruth Ann. They do works of art. I do crafts.

It's been a treasure of a day. 

I stayed in my gown until an hour ago when I took a shower and put on a fresh one.

I took lots of little breaks throughout the day.

Most of them I spent in San Francisco.

That's the setting for the book Virgina gave me and I am loving it.

I am going to go gently through these next three weeks.

I plan to sew. And clean. And get the yard in shape.

And be. 

I am going to do my dead level best not run around like my hair is on fire.

And now, I am going to go back to San Francisco for an hour or so before bed.

I'm already looking forward to where I will go after this book.

From my Friend Dawn's Facebook Page.

She's the most avid reader I know!