Race to the Finish

Stalemate. I quilted 2 quilts yesterday. Judi made 2 scrappy quilt tops. So we’re still at 4 quilts in the bin.

I had the chance to poke around in the basement this morning before she woke up. I expressed my concern yesterday that she might be stashing quilt tops to slam me with on December 31 so I wouldn’t be able to clear out the waiting-to-be-quilted bin before midnight. She likes fireworks. A lot. Me? Not so much. Especially if the M80 is in my back pocket.

I didn’t find a secret stash, but I did find the special screwdriver I use to get into tight places on a sewing machine. And I did make some sense of the piles on the table behind where I work on the longarm machine. Maybe I’ll get bonus points today for being such a neat guy.

Okay, I hear the bedroom floor squeaking. I better look like I’m ready to self-deport to the dungeon … er, basement. Later.