This weekend has ruled. Mr. T brought home this ridiculous Bonnaroo ice cream. I had a wee nibblet. Nommmmmmm. So far the only less than great moment was when I was waiting for the big kid and her dad at the symphony and I decided not to walk one block over and see the Nick Cave exhibit at SAM. Instead we went to Starbucks. What is wrong with me?
Oh well. We'll hit it as a family before it departs, which is better anyway.
So I found a new use for markers this weekend:
Oh, man. Gorgeous. Give me a couple of boxes of Kaufman Kona solids in lights and darks and I'm all over that. It's easy to get carried away. I was supposed to be messing around with color for the big kid's quilt. I'd eventually like to make one for each girl, and I already have a few very dear fabrics set to go; it's a matter of rounding them out with some additional prints and choosing a pattern.
I keep trying to complicate it. But there's no reason not to finish where I've already started, and keep it simple. Markers to the rescue!
Lovely.