Windows and quilts

Once upon a time our family was driving around town.   Suddenly I leaned forward to look out the side window and gasped.   “What? What?” Brian asked me, all concerned like a sweet husband.   I pointed to a huge pile of windows on the side of the road and said “never mind, I’ll come back later.”   I’m still not comfortable with sign language in a moving car.  Something about his eyes being on me instead of the road makes me nervous.   He’s a good driver, but it stresses me out to communicate while he’s operating heavy equipment.   Plus, I know he doesn’t care about a pile of old windows and thinks it’s trashy to pick up other people’s trash and put it in our fancy new car.  Plus Plus, we both know I have plenty of “junk” to mess around with in the garage.

“Just keep going”, I signed even while I craned my neck out the back window to check out the goods.  Was it worth a trip back out without the family?  Hard to tell on a drive by…

To my surprise, a great big surprise, he pulled the car over and turned around.   My face light up and I signed “Serious? Serious?”   It’s easy to sign something that short, and apparently it’s pretty easy to make me a happy girl.

He pulled up and I jumped out.  “I’ll be really quick;  I’ll just get one or two”, I promised.   Next thing I knew, he was out of the car and helping me load up a few of my favorites.

How will I know if he loves me so?

Well, Whitney Houston,  I know he loves me because he stops to help me load up junk to take home.

Windows are some of my favorite kinds of junk to acquire.  Something about the shape, the architectural components, the wood and glass working together.   I just love them.

This cute little window had a coat of blue paint underneath the cream outer layer.  I was really excited to see it start to pop through as I sanded down some of the dirt and grime.

I used my Silhouette machine to cut out the shapes of a little bird family.   Awwww, right?….too bad you never really see a bird family hanging out together on one tree branch in real life.  Our little love bird window is in our bedroom near some of my favorite quilts.

One window down and a few more to go…..