You don’t really want to read about how many rows I knocked off on Shirley Shrugs, do you?

I didn’t think so.  (Ten.  I lost some time when Katie dragged me to the library.)  This is more of my sister Sharon’s handiwork — the first and only thing she’s ever quilted.  It’s a dozen years old and I still haven’t gotten over how frickin’ cool it is.

Three of us quilted squares — originally intended to be pillows for Mom for Mother’s Day.  One of these days, I’ll remember to photograph mine.  This one had to be a wall-hanging, instead, and you can no doubt see why.  It hangs in a window between the garage and mudroom so that both sides can be see and admired regularly.

Happy weekend!  My Saturday is pretty much booked, but also involves some car time and, hopefully, I can be a knitting passenger — and there’s always pretty good knitting during Sunday football games!