I headed into this weekend with nothing on the agenda. No grand plans. Not expecting anything to happen. And then life hit.
Friday, I got a phone call informing me that Grandpa Z was in the hospital. Pretty scary business, and we missed our Friday afternoon chat because of it all. Unfortunately, Saturday didn't bring any good news for him either. Last I heard, the situation is under control, and I do hope to chat with him soon. But it'll probably be awhile before Granddad will be riding in his gator. (For any of you praying folks out there, prayers are much appreciated right now.)
While that was going on, Saturday afternoon, I had to make an unexpected trip to the city. It all worked out, and we even fit a little bit of fun into the visit by way of dinner and dessert with friends, a filling southern brunch on Sunday morning, and even a wee bit of fabric shopping.
About fabric, I realize most of my hobbies make me sound like an 80-year-old woman. I quilt, I sew, and I feel my most creative when at a fabric store designing my newest creation. Seriously, I get excited imagining what it's going to look like and which fabrics will work the best together to make my idea a reality. Thanks to some fabric sales this weekend, and a trip to a boutique store in the city, I now have enough material and projects that I have no more do-nothing weekends in sight.