We are on our way home from a few days away in Sisters, OR. I have to check in at the quilt shop (and die a little) and maybe squeeze in a dessert out with Paul (Grammy and Grandpa are here, too) and then we are home. It's Back-to-School-Pizza-Night-Welcome-Back-Fall-Paul-Get-Our-Canning-On time, plus Guess Whois back in town for a little while and I need some Shim time. Thank you for all your words of encouragement about Sam starting Kinder-- I know that it's going to be so much better than last year (less crying from both of us) and we plan to totally hunker down for September and October while we all get used to a full day of criss-cross applesauce, keep your hands to yourself.
Before things get rolling, I'm teaching a class at Bolt for any of you local peeps who might be interested. It's next Wednesday and we're going to be making small, soft boxes together much like the ones you might have seen at Bolt (and all over this blog for that matter). The boxes above are larger versions of the ones we'll be making and currently house the trim by the yard spools in the store. You can check over in the sidebar over at the Bolt Blog for more information. And for those of you unable or not wanting to take the class, there's always this (how time flies).