The weekend has come and gone, but the dust has not. This is what Friday looked like at 9 am.
I had a conversation with a guy from Canada yesterday who said that he prefers dust to snow any day. Sorry, but I just don't get that. Snow can be beautiful. Dust has absolutely no redeeming value whatsoever.
I'm a Southern girl. I'm used to sunshine. But with so much dust, the sun can't even do its thing.
My weekend was filled with lots of time for crocheting ...
A graduation party for Sheryll's daughter.
And a quilt show where my friend Kathy received an honorable mention for her Sadu weaving.
But more about that another time. With dust comes the job of cleaning. And when I clean, I start rearranging. And when I rearrange, I make a bigger mess. Ugh! It's never ending. I just wanted to check in and say I'm still here! I just really wish the dust would go away! Blessings to all, Tammy