White Flag Waving

I'm waving my white flag for the night. It's the last few days before the Crazy 8 Shop Hop, and I've been putting in some late nights of quilting and piecing in a last ditch effort to finish as many new displays and prepare as many things as possible for the hop this weekend. My last big project? Finishing up the quilt sample for Holly Lane, which shoulda, woulda, coulda been done last month had the fabric arrived on time. As it stands tonight, I am a few borders short, which brings the promise of another late night tomorrow.


So for now, I am waving my white flag and yelling "Uncle" at the top of my lungs.

Well, at least I would be, if I had the energy. I.....need......sleep.

But first, I am going to finish drinking this: (Don't mind the mess in the background. I waved my white flag at housework last week)

Next, I'm going to eat this:



And I'm going to attempt to be somewhat coherant when C gets home from work, around 3am.

However, if he's lucky, I'll fall into a deep sugar coma before I go back for seconds, and there might be a brownie left for him (if the girls don't find them first!)