….the very, very hot southwest Florida sun. We spent three and a half days visiting our son and my sister and her family. Lots of fun and good food…bleu cheese bacon burgers, New York pizza (Yep, in Florida!), chile rellenos, scallops, tres leches cake…. Yummy in the tummy but not so good for the button on the jeans!
You may recall that a few posts back, I teased you with some strips that I was taking along to Florida with me. My sister and I spent the day working on a special project. We have a project that we work on long distance. We make lap quilts for the veteran’s home. The goal was to piece a top while I was down there. But not before we went to an organic cafe for breakfast. Mmmmm….zucchini quiche! A quick stop at the quilt shop for sashing fabric and we were back at her house. She had her machines ready to rock and roll. We had decided on a nine-patch. Should be simple. Yes…should be simple…but it wasn’t. We had decided on a scrappy quilt but had different ideas about what that meant and had planned our strips that way. I was thinking of a more planned block and she was thinking of a truly scrappy block. We finally got on the same page…I liked her idea better and it was easier to do. At some point we both went mathematically brain dead. We had the strips figured correctly and the cuts figured correctly…just couldn’t figure out how many cuts we needed. Each time we thought we had it licked…it was wrong. So I sewed while my sister raided her stash and continued to cut strips. What began as an organized project became organized chaos. The sewing room floor looked like Eleanor Burns was working there! But we finally finished the blocks and got them up on the design wall.
Before we left, she called to let me know she had completed the top, so I brought it home to quilt.
My son and his friends went on a swamp walk in the Everglades a few months back. Yep, walking in swamp water up to your waist; sharing said water with alligators, water moccasins and spiders. Oh my! He tried to tell me that I told him I would do the walk with him when we came down. I know I didn’t tell him that because my mama didn’t raise a fool. Apparently his mama did…but mine did not! One of the good things that came from his adventure was that he discovered a photographer by the name of Clyde Butcher. Clyde Butcher is a black and white photographer specializing in Florida wilderness. You can see his gallery here. My favorite is the ghost orchid. While I certainly couldn’t afford the $16,000 price tag on some of his images, I did manage to buy a few 5×7 notecards to frame.
We left Naples for Virginia. It was too long to drive in one day so we stopped in Orlando. You can’t visit Orlando and not visit The Mouse. It would just be rude! So we spent the next day at Epcot Center. It’s one of my favorite places. Lots of good entertainment and good food. We had lunch at Le Cellier in the Canadian pavilion. For all of my Canadian friends, I have to tell you that my husband and I shared an order of poutine. I had heard of it but never had an opportunity to try it. As bizarre as the thought of cheese fries covered in gravy sounds, they are actually quite tasty….and quite filling. Between the two of us, we only managed to finish half of an order. I think I was in carb overload, however, because I was looking for a place to take a nap. We decided that regardless of how tasty we thought they were, we would probably never have them again. An hour later, we were trying to figure out how to duplicate them at home! Is it any wonder I gain weight on vacation? 🙂