now I am thinking with a southern accent. And, darn, I'm goood at it! I'm just hoping my words don't come out that way tomorrow during my next job interview! I mean someone who was born, raised, and still lives in Wisconsin, has no business with a southern accent.
The other thing I am doing is baking cookies, which seems to give my dog a nice workout also. Yes, that does make sense, you see I'm baking in the kitchen (big surprise) and surfing in the den, so every time I get up to put a new batch in the oven he has to get up and follow me. Because that is what he does. He follows me. He follows me up stairs, down stairs, outside, inside, he even tries to follow into the bathroom. I gave him a bath in there once though, and that seems to have cooled his interest in that particular room.
Anyway, I was thinking (with an accent) as I was baking that I bet those of us who don't exactly follow a pattern when we are quilting are the same ones who don't always (or ever) follow a recipe exactly either. Actually I suppose that the recipe followers have something on me, since their dishes are likely to turn out every time. But, there is that occasional happy accident that would not happen if I did always follow the recipe. Again, quilting is a metaphor for life!