It was a foggy, foggy night

Woke up this morning to fog, again.  It's been foggy around here for the past few days because of warmer temps than normal and a cold ground, I suppose.  I took this picture late this morning when it wasn't too foggy anymore.

 This was a close-up of the cattle in the field.  There is the roof of the barn behind them but you can't see it.  Those girls are starting to have their calves already.

Yesterday I took the Bernina in for a checkup.  Haven't done that in a while and decided it was time.  This morning I set up the Featherweight because I wanted to get the border on the scrappy quilt I started.

I really like this little guy.  I wish it could talk and tell me where it has been.  It's over 60 years old and it still hums along  nicely just like me.  I purchased it from a quilter who was moving and needed to downsize a bit.  I didn't think of asking her where she got it.  I did get the border on the quilt top.

 I am so pumped about using my scraps to make quilts.  I had just enough of the border material to apply 3" borders.  Woot-Woot.


Bernie won't be ready to pick up until next week so I should use the time wisely.  Let's see, I could sort all the laces.  I have wayyy too much of that.  And my sister informed me that when she moves she's giving me her stash of French lace that she has collected over the years.  I can't say no to that, although what I will do with it I haven't a clue.  I could cut one of my projects waiting for me in the project basket so it's ready to sew when Bernie comes home.  Or, I could work on cards.  I have everything spread out and ready to go.  Or, maybe doing disgusting jobs around the house?  NOT.