My wife used to quilt. She was good at it. When she was done, I could lie around with a nice, comfy quilt stuffed up under my chin and watch football in a warm, toasty cocoon.
She entered some of her quilts in contests and won some ribbons. I was very proud. She also made some wonderful quilts that commemorated some important moment in our lives or celebrated a place we lived. When she hung the quilts around the house, I was very happy.
Quilts are good.
Then, she heard about this evil thing called ‘Scrapbooking’. Day and night she would sit in her room and glue tiny little objects together and laugh out loud at her work. I was very sad.
Every week it was a new machine, a new paper, a new stamp. Every trip out had to include a visit to Michaels or JoAnns. I was very broke.
I was on the road when Father’s Day came this year. I opened a nice card from my wife and got a nice call from Matthew. When they met me in Anchorage for our vacation, they presented me with a Father’s Day present that Donna had worked many late nights on. When they left, I wouldn’t let them take it because I wanted to look at it some more later on the trip.
Here’s what she created. Please excuse the lighting in the photography but feel free to click on them to see a bigger picture:
So, I don’t have any new quilts to wrap up in but, it’s funny how this little collection gets me all toasty and warm just the same….
Speaking of scrapbooking, Donna belongs to a group of troublemakers that she calls her “circlets” or “cricklets” or something like that (don’t those sound like those little squares of gum). All has to do with that evil CRICUT machine that allows them to put their memories down in fancy creations – not like when I was a kid when all we had were those rounded end scissors and paste that dried in your hair. Did I ever tell you about the time….oh, never mind.
Anyway, I recently visited the Arches National Park in Utah and posted a picture of a unique rock formation called “The Three Gossips”. If you missed it, here’s another pic:
I renamed them “Donna”, “Rebecca”, and “Nadia” based on input from thousands of “Clicklets” who said they were easily the most gossipy of the group.
Nadia responded by putting me ‘in a pickle’. You got to go see this at:
It’s very funny. I’m especially pleased with the legs in tights – not many Navy men could carry that off…
I spoke with several thousand more ‘Chirplets’ who let me know that they side with me on this whole thing and think Nadia is getting off too easy.
In light of the feedback I have gotten from these millions of ‘Crockletts’, I believe it is appropriate to dub Nadia:
“The CRICUT Whisperer”