A cliche but true...home is where the heart is and where my body likes it best. I've been away all this week (sorry I forgot to tell you I was going!) to a very fun place....QuiltMania, better known as a quilter's retreat held by my guild. My very best quilting friends are there, we sew from early till late, our meals are prepared for us, and when we're too tired to sew any more a bed is nearby. On top of that our local quilt shop has a table or two of goodies there that tempt us all week.
In my last post I told you how I hate to shop. And I do. Except in quilt shops. Or on quilt websites. Or on a couple of tables provided by the local quilt shop. The feel of fabric, the smell of a new book, the uniqueness of a special tool - they call my name. Oh I don't need a thing. I could easily sew for a couple of decades on what I have in my sewing room. Or I could do what my grandmother did and use scraps of worn out garments. I actually do buy wool skirts and pants and jackets at the thrift shops for use in my wool projects. That bin is overflowing (though if you have any pastel wool all would welcome since I can't seem to find any of that!). I think it's a sickness...this love of stitching stuff. That would mean it's not my fault, right?
Back to the home is where my body likes it best thing. I love my bed. No one in my family likes it but me, but since I'm the one sleeping there it works out best that they don't like it because when they come to visit I don't have to give it up. I like my bathroom. It's so tiny I can hardly turn sideways, there's not nearly enough storage, and I don't like the lights that I picked out, bought and had my husband install. But it's mine and I know where everything is and how everything works. I don't have to eat at 7:30 a.m., 12 noon and 6:00 p.m. I can eat breakfast at 9:30 if I want to wait that long. I can skip lunch and have supper at 4:30. I'm in control!
And here's a scary thing about being away from home for several days and eating out all the time - no matter if I cut everything on my plate in half and eat only one half, I still gain weight. During the day my rings get tighter and tighter and I drink water like crazy so that during the night I'm up and down to go to the bathroom. That must mean their prepared food in the cafeteria is loaded with salt, don't you think? That's scary. Oh, by the way the food where we go is really tasty and the portions are so large that you and me and two others could make a nice meal off what they serve. It's hard to resist but I don't think I did too bad. I'll weigh in the morning but I'm hoping none of that 8 1/2 pounds I lost last month on Weight Watchers has slipped back on.
My blog reader has a number so high on it that I know I won't get to read all your posts so please forgive me if I've missed something really important - and e-mail me to tell me! You know I hate to miss anything you've done...I'm far too nosy for that. :)