I managed to finish my wool coat this weekend, pictures coming soon, and began tidying up my fabric stash. What a lot of work and so many yards left to fold. You'd be surprised how I can recall where I bought it, who I was with, and what I was going to do with it. There's an odd emotional attachment to fabric for me. Because I can remember so much about its purchase, I have a hard time getting rid of it -- unless I'm absolutely, positively, without a doubt, willing to sever that relationship. There are a couple of pieces that I've come across that I don't recall what project they were meant for but darned if I'm getting rid of it. You know as soon as I do, the sister fabrics will appear and wham -- I'll be thumping my forehead like the V8 commercial!
Today was not an especially fun day at work. I was hounded for microscopic junk and when I needed help, well, I couldn't get any. I work with one developer who just can't be bothered with me or my teammates. He doesn't want any part of testing and doesn't want to help me understand so I can test better. Things that are just too technical (and probably boring) to go into but suffice it to say that I'm NOT bringing donuts or fragels or guac/salsa/chips in ANY more! So there. See if I try to play nice with him again. Phooey.
All day long I had the tell-tale signs of a cold coming on. Even though I took my Zyrtec, Mucinex-D, and four vitamin Cs this morning, I still started sneezing and my nose started dripping. Uh oh. Last year I was sick at this time and had to miss my quilt guild's Mystery Quilt Day -- one of the highlights of the year! Don't. Want. That. To. Happen. Again. So I stopped at CVS on my way home and stocked up on orange juice and: