Today is a hard day. My Dad died of cancer on April 1, 1999. Most of the time it seems 100 years ago, but on April 1st and November 1st (his b-day) it seems like yesterday and all the old feelings come back; good and bad. I miss him terribly. Cancer is a horrible, evil, awful thing. No one should have to go through that-ever.
Horrendous storms rolled through last night spawning tornadoes. I hate when they come at night. If you can see it coming it's not so scary somehow. Thank goodness for the advances in weather technology. Our local news guy can pinpoint bad weather to street level but the nighttime ones are still the worst for me. One of the tornadoes last night was about 10 minutes away.
Today is cold and windy and rainy to make the day even more bleak, so I decided to clean my quilt room and work a little more on my Eleanor Burns quilt. It's from her Quilts For All Seasons Book. It's still in progress so forgive the wrinkles. It gets pretty mussed up due to all of the hand work. There are cardinal blocks which are appliqued and hand embroidered and pieced pine tree blocks.
My quilt room is in the basement and it's dark out today as well, but really...you people have learned not to expect stellar photos from me by now haven't you?
Also here is a photo of one the sucky socks I finally finished. I'm almost through the leg on the other one. I couldn't nail down the stripe pattern either. It's not regular so I can't make identical socks. They will be really fraternal.