Iced Atlanta

I left the house/quilting studio for the first time since Sunday to ice-walk to the grocery for provisions. This is what I am going to try next:

Now you know that since I am a quilter (and decidedly not crazy for Day Job) that I was not the least bit upset about staying at home for three days to quilt. It has been heaven. I wouldn't have gone to the grocery except that I really needed to get a "walk" (if you can call mincing along on the ice as if my feet had been bound as a baby walking). I had food but nothing to put in the crock pot and I didn't know if the grocery would have bread (they did), so I made dilly bread and put lentil soup in one pot and sauerkraut/turkey sausage in the other pot.

I was interested in making chili but there was no ground beef in the store. I could have had all the unground beef I wanted for $20 and up a package. There was also no celery or carrots, no loose potatoes or loose onions, a necessity for backpack-toting. The store co-manager said he and the other manager had slept in the grocery for three nights running. He seemed a bit crazed and it's no wonder. It made me think of that Sondheim musical where the people lived in the department store 24/7 and sang beautiful songs.

Icicles!

Triple-decker icicles! One-dimensional icicles are simply unheard-of down here.

There are other quilty things I should be working on, but this Old Swedish Quilt (pictured on Kathie Holland's blog) has captured my attention:

That Rembrandt, always helping with the quilting:

Don't ask me what that red thing is on my arm, it's too long a story.