Hospital Sketches - Virginia Coxcomb

Here is block #2 in Barbara Brackman’s “Hospital Sketches” sew-a-long. Once again, I am having difficulty capturing that wonderful yellow/green background fabric. I love this block! To keep the “scrappy” theme, I made a few minor changes. I split the leaf into 2 greens and added a tiny touch to the motif with the heart in it as I needed a bit more purple in the block. 

 this is a bit better color representation - still not perfect!

And to answer Barb’s (FunWith Barb) question, here is the back of my Bea and Cecile sew-a-ling quilt. It is a wonderful Di Ford fabric. I seem to be on a bird kick! Don't worry Kyle, I have the label made and will put it on this week! 

Have you had enough of winter? I will leave you with a true story (in her own words) that happened to my friend Karen M. just last week - enjoy!

Yesterday, I had to drive (Google said one hour) to the Subaru dealer in Auburn. Because there are no roads East to West in New England, just highways North to South, I took back roads because that was the most direct. Not a good idea this time of year with pot holes and bumps. 

So, I was picking my way, avoiding the holes and bumps which meant no straight line driving. After about half an hour, I noticed a police car behind me, so I pulled over so he could pass.  I was sure he was busier than I was and needed to get there faster.  He didn't pass me, so I continued picking my way.  Then I decided to pull over where there was a longer view of the road and place to pass me.....and he didn't.  Now there is a line of cars (three, which is a line here) behind me.

A little while later I noticed his flashers were on (no siren) so I pulled over for him to pass me figuring he now had some place to go in a hurry. Well, as you more savvy people know, he pulled over and got out of his car. I grabbed my license as he was approaching the car.

Rolling down my window and there he was: Maine State trooper, all decked out, hat too big, assessing me with his piercing eyes. No doubt in my mind that he was ten years old.

"License and registration."  Now, sleuth that I am, I'm thinking maybe I have a tail light out and he's going to let me know. Then he told me that my license was enough and he went back to his cruiser to check it out. Returning, he said he was concerned with my erratic driving, crossing the center line sometimes and then holding the right curb at others. When I explained I was just avoiding the potholes and bumps, I know he wanted to just shake his head....but he didn't. 

Very politely he returned my license and advised me to have a nice day.  He can't be from these parts, or he would have known what I was doing!