Okay, so this will win the prize for the most boring post EVER, but if you’re expecting something quilt-related, at least it explains why you will be disappointed. As if the demands of marching band weren’t enough to distract me from quilting, the ghost of June Cleaver—yes, mother of Wallace and Theodore—sporting her prettiest house cleaning dress, high heels, pearls and apron
has been inhabiting my body for the past two weeks, guilting me into doing long-neglected household chores. She sternly warned that quilting was on the back burner until all the jobs on her to-do list were finished:
I cleaned the floor under the refrigerator in the kitchen, which also included vacuuming the coils inside the fridge,
the refrigerator in the basement,
which required the removal of the doors and bottom panels,
all the oven racks,
and the return air vent cover in the kitchen.
Although she’s more satisfied now than when she first came, she continues to hold my quilting projects hostage and refuses to leave until the upstairs refrigerator is done. How do I know this? She gave me the look: