How long does this step in the quilting process take?

Well, it's a four-step process:

1. Cut the fabric (about 20 minutes)

2. Sew the fabric pieces together (about 15 minutes)

3. Sew the binding onto the quilt (about an hour)

4. Hand sew the binding to the other side of the quilt (for eternity--more realistically, probably about 10-15 hours).

I really need to get the first 3 steps done today so I can start the hand sewing while I watch tv tonight.

So, after 1.5 hours doing the first 3 steps, you get a treat! I don't know what, but a treat there shall be!

Good plan.

Um...I can put together my notebook for the new semester.

Boy, I'm boring.

Hi. I'm sick. Second day home and I'm glad to be home and all, but I'm just so uncomfortable all the time. Stupid head cold!

That sucks; I guess Tom passed it along after all. Health-ma to both of you so you get to visit your Grams this weekend.

I guess Tom passed it along after all.

Totally. But he's so adorable I can't stay mad at him. He also brought me sorbet (I suspect, in an attempt to distract me from the ice cream. HAHAHA!)

Whoo, those cold meds are kicking right in there.

I find that an odd question. Who plays around an OVEN?

Hansel and Gretel?

Hee. Wallybee and I were discussing last night what she should call me for notices and things when talking to wedding vendors. (Not Penguin.) Apparently if we use my own name, the vendors will all think 'round-eye!' and jack the prices up. She's going to think about this some more. I've warned her that I do have a dictionary, and I'm gonna know if she picks something rude.

Meanwhile, I've been informed that as part of a Chinese wedding ceremony, I will be wearing makeup, but I do get to choose the colour of my dress. I will no doubt choose a manly hue. (Not a manly Hugh, which gives an entirely different vibe.)

In Go Team Schadenfreude! news, Bec informed me that when she gets depressed these days, she wishes I were there, because I possessed the mad Sweetie-comforting skillz. TOG is still learning how to deal with this one. Which, he will, because he's motivated and not a twit, but I did permit myself a small "In your FACE, TOG!" moment. Just a small one. Pint-sized. Honest.

Shamefaced pleasures aside, it was good of Bec to tell me this. It does help confirm to me that It Wasn't My Fault, so to speak. So that's nice.

She could call you Yo Ming.

Now, that's a 2007 recollection of a name I learned in the 1970s. I have no idea what it means. I had a friend whose dad was from Taiwan, and that was his name. I don't know if it would be differently rendered in English now, because this was long before we made the transition from Peking to Beijing, etc.

I just found out the the boy's name Mulan takes in the movie means "flower pot" which is a Chinese euphamism for an effeminate man. So don't go with Fa Ping.

I did permit myself a small "In your FACE, TOG!" moment. Just a small one. Pint-sized. Honest.

Nothing wrong with that!

Yay, Jessica! That's so exciting!