the finished product

I suddenly remembered that I had not posted the pictures of the completed baby quilt that I was working on back in April. I made it into a blanket instead of a quilt because I remember having a blanket like this that someone had made for Bethany when she was a baby. It was so practical and easy to take along. Anyway, this little blanket went to a precious little baby named Eileen. She wasn't named after me but rather after her paternal great grandmother, but I like to pretend that she's my namesake too. :)

the loot

Howard returned from Germany exactly 2 weeks ago with his rather smallish suitcase over half full of items from my "shopping list". Fortunately my dear friend, Erna, had done the bulk of the shopping by the time Howard got there so he got off pretty easy! (Thank you, Cathy, for the delicious chocolate bar - one of my favs!)

at the village

I took a few pictures at the museum after we had lunch there with Katy last Saturday.

This is where Alfred sat...
Of course there's a quilt made by many skilled hands that is being raffled off at the museum.

the little mennonite

Here is Katy at work, dressed in her "uniform". She wears a black skirt and an apron every day when she is serving in the restaurant at the Steinbach Heritage Museum. She is enjoying her job but would like to work more. It's a bit slow at the museum at this time of the year but things will definitely pick up as the weather gets warmer. So, bring on the heat!

how precious

I found this at the thrift store today - you can still see the price on it if you look carefully. It caught my eye as I was leaving the store and I was instantly transported back to my childhood. It looks like something my grandma would have made which makes it absolutely perfect for me and for our house. It's old and that makes it perfect. Couldn't be better!

what i don't like about canada - part 1

Time for a reality check. There are actually things in Canada that I don't like. Sorry to say, it's true. Now that the weather is finally starting to shape up the grass is growing and of course needs mowing. Today was the first big mowing day in our neighbourhood and it just happened to be a Sunday. After living for 12 years in a country where grass cutting on Sunday is VERBOTEN! this lack of respect for the quiet and respite of a Sunday afternoon seems almost tragic to me. So there we sat in the warmth of the sun with the whirring of lawnmowers buzzing in our heads, trying not to moan but missing a quiet Sunday afternoon in our little town in Germany.