One summer during my college years, I helped my Uncle Roy frame walls onto the back porch of his lake house. My cousin Lynn and I got one massive wall done, but the studs were not on 18 inch centers (or something like that) so we had to tear it apart and try it again the next day. That night, we slept outside on the wooden deck, surrounded by the construction mess. It was very windy, really cold and my blanket kept blowing off of me. Around midnight, I grabbed a hammer and pounded ten penny nails into each corner of that very nice quilt, effectively solving the flapping blanket problem. I believe the only thing I successfully nailed down that entire weekend was my Aunt JoAnn’s very nice quilt.
That is a fantastic memory. Thank you for sharing it. What brought on this moment of reminiscing?
Clayt, I’ve done a lot of artwork over the years. If I wanted to, I could post a different piece of art every day for the next two years and barely scratch the surface of what is sitting here in my studio. A typical blog posting day for me is (a) look through my stuff and find some artwork I think is interesting and (b) since it’s a blog and blogs have words, I try to write something that sort goes along with the picture… so if I totally have nothing to say about the picture, I play the reminiscing card.