Home, sweet home

I'm back after a trip north to see my Mom. (Just FYI, her condition is little changed since I was there last, though she seems to be less & less connected to what is going on around her, more inside herself.)

As usual, my trip was bracketed with stays with MIL. It had been in the 90s when I left Houston & while I *meant* to put in things like socks & long-sleeved shirts, they did not actually make it into my suitcase. This wasn't a problem until the last few days of my trip when freezing temps were expected. So she & I had a day of shopping & I got myself a few things to see me through. Then we went to an awesomely brilliant, totally fun shop that I had read about in Generation Q magazine: Fabric Recycles! It is a crafters' resale shop! (Houston entrepeneurs, are you paying attention?!?! We need one here!!!) They have everything: thread, yarn, buttons, zippers, patterns, books, trims & a heaping table labeled "Started, Not Finished"-- exactly what it sounds like -- UFOs finding new homes. Oh, & yes, they have fabric, lots of fabric, all measured & neatly bundled & sorted by color. For some reason, that day I was attracted to these old-school, bright calicos. I am thinking about using them in a trendy, modern pattern like wonky crosses or maybe just squares, or triangles, hmm, right or isoseles? With lots of white I think.....