Oh look, the pictures have gone unaccountably small again. Isn't technology wonderful? Anyway, Granddaughter was three yesterday. THREE! How is that possible? So they dressed up as medical people.
"I'm a doctor," said Grandson.
"I'm a nurse," said Granddaughter.
"You could be a doctor too," someone said (equality and all that).
"No, I'm a nurse," said Granddaughter. I imagine she thought the costume was better.
The outfit was one of those made by my mother-in-law for my daughters. Wouldn't she be pleased if she could see it being reused? (But she died in 1991.) In fact the costume is more 1920s than 1980s, I'd think. But as Granddaughter spotted, it's rather becoming.
And I've now joined 430 pieces together to make the middle part of a quilt. Why do I keep having to make minor adjustments to make it meet at the corners? I'm so careful with my cutting out and quarter-inch seams - well, clearly I'm not, but I think I'm being careful. Anyway, I won most of the corner battles in the end, though there are a couple that I'm less happy with. Don't look too closely.
Now for some borders and then a few months of hand-quilting. It's a slightly mad use of my retirement but it's nice to have something to show for the passing years and it's easier than playing the piano. Everything's easier than playing the piano, or at least playing the piano well.
(By the way, thank you so much for the nice comments from non-blog owners - hello, waving to you!)