Three times four is twelve

All three borders are now on my Canadian quilt - three borders, four sides, so that makes twelve.

One corner.....the narrow inner black border, then the slightly wider white one, then the outer maple leaf print border.  Which is gorgeous.  I absolutely lurve that fabric.  The red fabric showing behind is the backing.

The batting is on the table as we speak, being cut into wide strips for the borders.  When that's done they will be inserted between the front and the backing (why do we say backing but not fronting, I wonder?) following the method shown here.  I don't have the joining tape but have been assured that non-woven iron on interfacing will do just as well; there is some of that in my sewing Stuff.  I'll let you know how it goes.

I had thoughts of quilting a maple leaf design in the outer border, but have changed my mind.....it will be a squiggly stipple.

How have you all been?  We've been living the quiet life, staying as healthy as possible and keeping out of mischief.

You should have been here last night, we had quite the doozy of a storm!  First the petrichor - that indefinable smell of rain in the air on a hot day - followed by wind blowing hard and strong.  Next came the rain getting heavier and heavier, with 'plinks' on the metal verandah roof which could have been bits blown from trees or even hail, accompanied by lights and music......and eventually the rain stopped, the wind blew away, and all was quiet.  Until it was time for bed - when thunder started crashing and rolling around again; it was probably accompanied by lightning but my eyes were closed so I didn't see, and the rain started again.

This morning there were 25 mls in our rain gauge (that's one inch, for those of you who still use old money) which is impressive, but the weather station south-west of town at the airport only showed 6 mls, less than a quarter of our total, so that is what will be registered as the 'official' amount of rain received for a 24-hour period.  There have been mutterings for some time about getting a second official weather station closer to town, which would make sense.....however, as we all know, anything 'official' is easier said than done.

The country music festival which was to have started a few days ago, and which was cancelled just a week beforehand, would normally be in full swing right now.  There would be concerts to attend and buskers to listen to (some very talented, some.....well, at least they're giving it a go, aren't they), but last night's storms would have had audiences at outdoor concerts hurrying and scurrying for cover.  It has been postponed until April when the weather is kinder - January can be very hot and stormy.  Over the years suggestions to move the festival permanently until a milder time of year have been met with the cry "But you can't do that!  It's always been in January, it's traditional!"  Never mind that tents and belongings get swept away in floods because of January storms (yes, it has happened)......we can't tamper with tradition.

Continuing on with our ball supper, having left those oysters uneaten:

"When supper is announced, the host leads the way with the lady to whom he wishes to show special attention, who may be an elderly lady, or a stranger or a bride.  The hostess remains until the last, with the gentleman who takes her to supper, unless some distinguished guest is present, with whom she leads the way.  No gentleman should ever go into the supper-room alone, unless he has seen every lady enter before him.  When ladies are left unattended, gentlemen, although strangers, are at liberty to offer their services in waiting upon them, for the host and hostess are sufficient guarantees for the respectability of their guests."

In other words, boys.....look after the ladies first.  Don't worry, there will be plenty left for you.

Enjoy your days!