I once read a short story in which one of the essential details about a particular woman's character was that she had brown towels in the bathroom, because they didn't show the dirt. I was a teenager when I read this story, and I remember doing an audible "Ewwwww" about that, which amused my mother no end. She did one of those knowing sighs and said "You'll understand when you have children".
Blogfriends, today I bought brown bathmats because I am sick of tiny brown footprints on my white ones. I am now officially a responsible adult.
In craft news, the extreme busy-ness of my children over the weekend with affairs of their own meant that I had a free afternoon to piece together my quilt. Now I must tell you, better than any feeling of accomplishment or appreciation for pretty things is the feeling that I am getting better at something. I really am getting better at piecing quilts. I will never be one of those engineering types that has it all matching to the last millimetre, but every quilt I make is pieced more precisely than the last, and that is a very nice feeling.
I'm sorry, I didn't iron it to show it to you. I'm a slob like that. I decided against putting any sashing inbetween the windmill blocks for this quilt, because I thought it might make it ever-so-slightly twee. I like how the blocks become a little lost, and it gets that jumbled-vintagey-hot-mess look. Now I just need a border to finish it off, oh, and the quilting and the binding. The border fabric I chose is the backdrop for the tomato relish I made the other day, voila: