Friday. What a day. And I had it all to myself for the most part and spent most of it rolling around in an empty bed with my warm quilt made by my great grandma Ruby. I love my quilt, and it shows. That quilt has been through so much. My quilt is older than I am, and yet it still lives. I love every detail about it. Each piece of cloth comes from something different that she or my great grandfather owned. She had no further use for it, so she made my quilt. And when she was done making it, she hand stitched my name in the corner. I wish everyone had a quilt like mine.I went shopping today too. So today was quite productive. Wink, wink. Today proves that me, money, and a book store just don't mix. I had to stop myself at 4 books. If I had been at my favorite used book store, no telling how many I would have walked out with. My brother was shocked at how much my four books cost. His mini heart attack was worth every penny. "And you wonder why I don't buy books?" he says...
But I'm obsessed with books. If I really like a book, I try to buy it in every new cover that I find. I buy books, like some people buy clothes. My little obsession has now forced me to start looking at new book shelves. I'm so running out of room. I even have some stuffed away in the trunk of my car. I'm such a loser.
2 comments:
I too have a fabulous quilt. My grandma made it for me when I was in elementary school. Its made of blocks of all my old baby clothes.
And we should go book shopping together. It would be great. We could be a bad influence on each other and buy tons of books.
We should go book shopping! We'd have tons of fun, and be such bad influences...but oh well...
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