Lunch with Amelia on Saturdays is a tradition with us, unless she has another commitment with her daughter or a friend who lives in Seattle. I am not sure when it started but it is a treat for me to hear about her school and what she is doing and I share my latest unfinished quilt or sweater. She knits and has taken over some of my yarn that I was trying to unload, but she doesn’t knit some kinds of sweaters. (When Brittany asked for a fair isle type of sweater she simply said “Talk to Grandma.” And Brittany did. We had a discussion about colors since Britt’s color choices have changed since she was a little girl. Back then I knit brights for her, now she wants oatmeal and rusts and greens.)
Amelia and I also share an interest in visiting quilt shops. She has invaded some of my stash and asked for a preview of what I plan to give away. She gets first grabs. The Otterbees get second grabs and Lucy manages to chop up what is left.
Thus it was, a week or so ago, we did the quilt shop tour. There are three in Bellingham and we went to all of them. I resisted at the first one, but succumbed to some 6 inch square packages in the next one. I planned to make a small quilt. At the third shop, I was roaming around one area and Amelia another. “Come see these cute owls,” says she.
They were cute. I have always loved owls. I didn’t need yards of the owls but… maybe a half yard.