So, what have I learned on this second week of school? First of all, that 4 day weeks are just as stressful at school as they are on the job. Secondly, I still haven't gotten the hang of completing my homework each night to hand in the next day. That was my biggest problem in junior high and high school. Except that now, my distractions are more in line with taking care of my sick Dad, making sure we have enuf food in the 'fridge', enuf gas in the cars, laundry is taken care of, yard is mowed, dusting, sweeping, bills are paid, and chasing away renegade rabbits who keep trying to steal my Trix. OK. I'm kidding about the rabbits. They're trying to steal my Cap'n Crunch. Anyway, you get the picture. I'm busy at night trying to deal with everyday life when I should be trying to figure out the area of a triangle using the hypotenuse of something that I've never really understood in the first place. Back in high school I was too busy perfecting the skill of napping, or just looking for another party to crash to be doing anything unnecessary like homework. Ha Ha HA!!! You foolish idiots!!! Beer is more important than schoolwork! Didn't you know that?
In the woodworking class, we've gone over things like how certain machines operate. Specifically, the table saw, and a large unit calling a Banding Machine. Take a look at the sides of a formica counter top. This machine applies that thin strip to whatever is fed into it all in one pass. Gluing, trimming, cutting to the precise size. Instead of cutting an oversize piece by hand, gluing it down and pressing it in place, cutting it to size, and trimming off the excess which could take an hour to do by hand. This machine takes two minutes to complete all of those processes much more accurately. It's very impressive as are all of the tools in this classroom shop.
My biggest complaint about this class, though, is how the instructor has very twisted and skewed opinions about government agencies, environmental issues, and people who are trying to do good for other people and the Earth of ours. Voicing your opinions is constitutionally protected. So, I'll respect his right to voice his opinion. My issue is that he's the only instructor and that he emphasizes how evil OSHA, unions, and tree huggers are, in his opinion, without allowing opposing viewpoints. I don't want to start a conversation about how the Republicans castrated OSHA, have reduced the union to near powerless entities, and use terms like "tree huggers" and "Communists" interchangably. My focus in this class is to learn how to use special machinery to make high end cabinetry and furniture. Leave the political discussions to the classes that specialize in that area of education. For the record, I don't agree with his opinions about how bad recycling is for our economy, how environmentalists use more resources in their effort to save the planet than non-environmentalists have in the past 40 years, or how we should leave the Libertarians in power to straighten out this country really fast. It's people like him who have brought along the witch hunt against good people who are just trying to do good for ALL people. Not just for "they and theirs". I'm doing my best to glean the necessary information I need and ignore the one-sided opinions that I didn't pay for in this program.
As for my other classes, "Emergency Care" is incredibly interesting for me. I still have to commit to memory the step by step procedure for applying CPR techniques to a person in need. But, I have the main part of the process memorized. I enjoy the videos of applying medical assistance in different situations. I'm not squeamish at the site of blood, bones, or disfigurements. But, I told my instructor that unlike my fascination when I was 18 and unaware of the shock and trauma experienced by the victim, I now "feel their pain". That's the only thing that, in a sense, upsets me in some of the scenes that I see in these videos. The ability to become desensitized to such scenes so as to apply the best care possible is amazing in my eyes. I don't know if I could do such work. But, if I ever did First Response work, I guarantee that my desire to give the victim the best care possible would be my top priority.
Thankfully, Friday is nearly over. I can attempt to unwind and enjoy two days of whatever I want. That is, after I finish my homework, yardwork, and cleaning out the gunk in that crappy van my Dad bought recently. Oh well. There goes my weekend.
I've never enjoyed days upon days of activities both positive and negative. I had hoped that this week would be 5 days of thrilling enjoyment due to my return to school. But, I've had the added stress of worrying about my Dad, who is preparing for surgury to remove cancerous areas of his body. My Dad is an extremely important person in my life. I prayed that he would live long enough to see me get back to class to learn something that I already enjoy doing. So far, so good. Now, I just want for him to get better so that we can get back to running around trying new and different things.
As for my return to education, well I can say that I'm having the time of my life, so far. The main class, Architectural Millwork, is absolutely fascinating. The entire "classroom" is one large area filled with a great number of power tools, and a smaller "lab" with computers and one long "U" shaped table where all of us students sit at. You can see pictures of this table, and many other projects made in this area at http://www.dmacc.edu/programs/architecturalmillwork/projects.asp. When I complete this program, I will be able to make what you see in these pictures. Many of the skills I've developed building guitars are helping me to stay ahead of the curve in this class. The skills I'll develop in this class will help me, in turn, to build guitars more quickly, more efficiently, and with greater accuracy. If you can't tell by now, I'm really excited about being in this class.
My two other classes are called "Emergency Care" and "Technical Math". In "Emergency Care", I'm learning all about first aid and CPR. On my first day in this class, we watched all sorts of gory car crashes and their after-effects. It was cool! The instructor warned us that we may get woozy at some of the images or at the site of blood. But, I wasn't bothered. I've experienced too much gore in my short lifetime to let images, or incidents, like that bother me. Admittedly, it's the pain and emotional distress that victims experience during trauma that bothers me the most. Seems that the older I get, the more my conscience tends to poke his ugly little head out to remind me that I'm still human. (Stupid bastard) As for math class, I won't say that it's exciting. But, I will say that the instructor is making this class fun. The second day attending this class, I had completed most of the homework that I was to work on. When he had us do additional problems from the book, I went through each math problem with ease. Or, so I thought. Every time he'd point at me to give the answer, I would be wrong. Not ONCE did I give a correct answer. But, when I described how we were to figure out the answer, I showed that I knew what to do, even if I wasn't necessarily doing it. My problem is that I'm trying to get to the answer too quickly and I keep forgetting to carry the 2, or I add instead of multiply. The instructor even referred to a certain formula for finding the volume of odd shaped items by subtracting the empty spaces as "Arthur's Rule". Again, I'm really enjoying my experiences in these classes so far.
Let's see if the feeling continues by the end of week 2. 
Registered for classes? Check.
Financial aid received? Check.
Picked up books? Check.
Now to take a couple of days off to clear my head and I'm ready for class. Pass the tequila please.
Aside from not having certain school supplies (erasers, loose leaf paper, face paint, monkey wrench, jalapeno cheeseburger, a pillow for nap time) I'm pretty much set to attend class. I've only looked through one of my books. (The only book that isn't wrapped in plastic) It's called "Modern Cabinetmaking". I'm amazed at how much information is crammed into the 900 pages of this book. A lot of the info is stuff that I'm already familiar with. Much of the tools and techniques are things that I've used while building guitars at Plummer Guitars as well as on the projects I've made in my own home shop.
Here are two examples of what I've made at home:
Above: A hanging backboard with metal hooks to hold up a number of potted plants and chimes.
Above: A corner lattice frame to add a decorative privacy barrier. We've added decorative hooks to each end of the piece to hold up potted plants and bird feeders in the winter. I had started making decorative clamps to hold up the entire piece. But, then, I started making pens and another guitar and haven't finished the clamps.
Looking at the photo examples of the cabinetry and furniture in my school book, I'm really looking forward to learning more of the techniques in making even nicer projects. For example, I've always wanted to have a grandfather clock. Well, now, I'll be able to just make one for myself.
Check back here in a couple of days after I've attended my first day of school. I'll share my thoughts of that day. 
A trip back in time. 1970. My first day of school is started with anger and frustration over having to get up early to go to school. I continue this trend for the next 13 years. Fast forward. The year is 1983. For the past year and a half, I've gone through what proves to be the absolute worst time of my life. Mom and Dad are always angry with each other, and eventually tear the family apart. I go to school only to graduate so that I won't have to make it up at a later date. On the May day of my graduation ceremony, I silently vow to myself that I will never go back to school. I hated it so much over the years. Why would I go back?
Over the past 25 years, I've developed a few skills through self-study and being in the right place at the right time. I have no regrets. In 1997, I fulfilled my dream of building guitars. In the years following, I learned a great deal about luthiery and woodworking in general. In recent years, I've spent a lot time thinking about my future and how I'm going to use the skills I've developed to benefit me best. I didn't want to rely on guitar work to pay the bills. The joy I have in working on guitars would be robbed if I were constantly stressed in getting another instrument built. I know of what I talk about. That's what happened the last time. I still have a desire to build guitars. I just fear learning to hate that work just because rent is due and the 'fridge is empty.
When my girlfriend, Holly, began taking paralegal classes at DMACC, (Des Moines Area Community College) I looked through her class description book to see what was offered at that school. That's when I saw a course called "Architectural Millwork". This program offered the type of training I longed to develop to expand the skills I gained in building guitars. I met with a DMACC counselor a year ago. She said to sign up for the course the first week of January. I did just that. Since then, I've prepped myself to attend this year-long program. What will I learn in these classes? Everything needed to build cabinetry, and by extension, furniture. I'll learn to use advanced machinery that makes woodworking easier and more precise. These skills will help me to eventually set up my own business, and allow me to shorten the amount of time I take to build just one guitar.
So much for my promise to never return to school.
I will be updating this blog as I go through this program. I've been told by a few people that they wish they could do the same as me. Finding the thing that they truly enjoy that they can do to pay the bills. I hope that these entries will inspire those of you who feel this way. Life is too short to slave away for some corporate behemoth to earn millions upon millions of dollars while you barely make a living and exist in fear of possibly losing it all over something like a medical issue, national economic troubles, or corporate downsizing. You know it can happen. It's happened before. You need to take control of your life, of your future. Go ahead and take the chance. When you bet on your own self, you never regret the opportunity.
Time for me to make another major change in my life. Come along for the ride. I'm sure it will remain interesting all the way through. 
OK. Now that I've gotten that plug situated in its place, I won't have to "ease into" this discussion. A year has passed since I participated in the filming of this movie, "Haunting Villisca". I've received word that the movie is nearly complete. As the months sailed past, I started thinking that maybe the parts of the filming that I was in wouldn't be shown in the final showing. That still may be the case. But, I'm much more hopeful that I will appear in the film because I've been included in the list of "Cast and Crew". And, since I didn't adjust lights, or push a broom, I'm certain that I'm considered "Cast". My character is labelled simply as "Weird Guy". Everyone who knows me has commented on how perfect that character is for me to portray. I don't mind those "compliments". But, these days, more and more people prefer to label themselves as "crazy", "insane", or "weird". (Especially people who are nerds, geeks, wall flowers, and your basic socially challenged outcasts. You know who you are.) To label yourself, or be labelled by others as a 'wild and crazy kooky fun person' is suppose to place you on an exceptionally high level of popularity. Now, you're the "cool kid" on the same level as the "cool kids" who bullied you around for being pansy a** mama's boy. It's just like the tattoo's. Back in "The Day", the only place you'd see skin art would be on the arms and upper bodies of veterans and hard ridin' bikers. Today, every teen screw-up and their loser parents have ink colors portraying images from Chinese characters that translate into the saying "Been there, Done that", to tiny little pictures of SpongeBob Squarepants giving himself a weggie. It's your way of saying, "Hey. I'm hip and with it." The truth is that deep down inside, you're fully aware that you're nothing but a lemming, following all of the other no-brain lemmings over the precipice into the vast sea of mediocrity, only to spend your life trying to be what you're NOT, just like all of the rest of the floating dead flotsam hugging around your worthless, pathetic........
Wait a minute. Wasn't I just hyping a movie a little bit ago? Getting back to that, I've been thinking about the parts I was featured in and wondered what any of it had to do with the rest of the movie. I can't answer that question because I haven't seen any of the film myself. But, rest assured, if my scenes don't end up in the final showing of the film, I really did act weird. Even I creeped myself out. Imagine standing next to a house where several people were murdered 100 years earlier. You're holding a lit candle, looking deep into the flame, thinking to yourself, "You poor dead souls. How tormented you must be." If you saw a strange image through a veiled window, you'd probably get a chill. If you felt a touch from a hand from no one nearby, you'd probably freak. I didn't experience any paranormal events. But, I played into the "creepiness" of the environment so well, that I had to shake it off rather hard to get back to "normal". I've been told that I played "weird" rather well. It's a gift, I guess.
Anyway, I can't wait for the film to be released. Make sure to check back often to the Haunting Villisca web site for the actual release date.
See ya around.......................
So, with the death of Dave Plummer, I ask myself if I should toss my hat in the ring of guitar building. I'm nervous about getting into this particular industry because there are a lot of luthiers who build nice instruments. But, then again, there are a lot of people who call themselves "luthiers", but are more "kit assemblers" than actual "guitar builders". So, I decided to make a go of it. Take up where Dave left off and carry the torch ever farther.
But, there's that first important hurdle to overcome: Financing. The dreaded killer of all up-and-coming small businesses. I'm far from eligible for any kind of personal loan. So, obtaining a business loan, in my opinion, is far, FAR out of the question. So, find another way to finance the business on my own until I'm able to get a business loan. I tossed a bunch of ideas in my head. Landscaping/Yard Maintenance. Quilting. Small crafts. Outdoor furniture. All good ideas. But, then I remembered that years ago, my Dad would receive these woodworking/craft catalogs with all kinds of parts you could buy to make all kinds of crafts. I've always loved nice looking clocks. Maybe I could make bases for clocks. Then, I thought of the time I tried out this mini-lathe and how much fun I had carving wood with it. That, then, reminded me of the guy I saw at the Fair who made pens on a mini-lathe. I looked up information on turning pens and was impressed with the ease of creating both pens and pencils, along with other items that you could turn in a lathe. This, I felt, would be the beginning of a turn around business that could help me finance my guitar business.
Since then, I've created 32 pens (up to this date), and I still have enuf material to make another 25. I've created a web page at http://gonzogtr.bravehost.com/pens.html to showcase them on and sell them by means of my PayPal account. If you would, please check out what I've got on there and share the page with others that you know. I'm very proud of the work I've done and hope to sell these and many more. I've gotten good enuf in turning them that I now only take 30 minutes to turn them to their final shape, sand them, stain them (if needed), and apply a coat of wax or polyurethane. In one day, I completed 6 pens and prepared another 4 to work on the next day. Had I put in a full 10 hour day preparing blanks, followed by a full day of turning them, I probably would have complete about 10 or 15 pens. The photos I've posted show how nice they've turned out. But, they still don't do them justice to how they actually look. These are some really nice looking pens.
This is just the first entry of how my guitar business is going. I'm shooting for March to actually start the assembly process of the first guitar. I hope my nerves hold up.
So much has gone on with me the past month, I can't believe I'm still sane. Acting in a commercial and in the upcoming feature film called "Haunting Villisca". The loss of my friend, Dave Plummer. Hanging out with my other friends, Matt and Lance. Working in my wood shop on some really cool projects. And, of course, the joy I have hanging out with my girlfriend, Holly. Financially, I'm barely keeping my head above water. But, I'm not complaining. All is well with me. Today, I've been thinking about how fortunate I am to be where I am at this very moment. I'm not in a bad place at all. I'm satisfied with all I've got. Still, I know that from here, things can only get better. And, if I should experience some sadness, or hardship, I've got a LOT of support to help me through. I wish everyone in this World could feel exactly as I do right now. If that actually happened, the only suffering experienced would be from the beer distributors. Everyone would just be kickin' back, laughing it up with friends, and busting open another cold one. Sounds cool, doesn't it?
I guess, all I have to say now is "Don't take ANYONE for granted". I'm not saying that you have to send out a mass e-mail to everyone in your address book, telling them that you love them and appreciate them. Just don't take them for granted. Do more than send them those REALLY STUPID jokes that you keep getting from other people that you don't really know. Do something out of the ordinary instead. Send them a picture of you covered in Jell-O and chugging a 2 liter bottle of Coke. Let them know they aren't just ordinary friends. Stuff an envelope full of expired coupons and mail it to them. Leave some seeds for flowers at their front door with a note that says, "Just thinking of you. Here are some flowers. Grow them your own damn self." Or, just call them and let them complain about whatever they want while you just sit there and listen. Everyone that is a part of your Life right now is important. They are making you the person that you enjoy being. Share your enjoyment with them. Enjoy your Life in every way possible.
OK. Enuf of that stuff. I have some work to do. Fun work. Something that involves a guitar.
See ya soon.......
The saying "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" does NOT apply here. On Sunday, July 24th, I lost a really good friend. Dave Plummer, owner of Plummer Guitars, died, leaving behind family, many friends, and lots of beautiful guitars that continue to make music. He had been sick quite a while, fighting cancer along with other ailments that just continued to drag him down. Thankfully, he's no longer suffering.
I got to know this man, and learned more from him than any other person that I've ever known, with the exception of my Mom and Dad. I knew that I had hit the jackpot when I realized what I could learn from this guy. I met Dave in early 1998 through a mutual acquaintance. When I first walked into his shop on East 29th Street here in Des Moines, I was in awe of what was going on in that building. All kinds of guitars in different states of repair laying on shelves and benches. The smell of wood hung in the air alongside the distinct stench of cigarette smoke. Dave introduced himself, his nephew Joe, and his apprentice at that time: Scott Rohden. Joe gave me a tour of the shop, showing off all of the tools they used, along with all of the exotic wood that, strangely enough, was just laying around everywhere. Any fool with sticky fingers could just walk in, grab an expensive piece of lumber, and walk out while Dave and Joe were spraying finishes out back. But, Dave's reputation preceded him. No one would dare do that to him because anyone who had met him even once, liked and respected him. Plus, the people in the neighborhood surrounding the shop protected each other. They wouldn't allow harm to fall on that shop just as Dave wouldn't allow harm to be caused on anyone around there.
When Dave asked me to work for him full-time, I had only been hanging out there for a few months. In that time, I had done a few repairs for him while he looked on and guided me. If I made a mistake, he would calmly ask me what I could have done to avoid that mistake. He NEVER yelled at anyone for making a mistake. Well, except for Joe, his nephew. All of us yelled at Joe even when he was just sitting there smoking and drinking coffee. But, if someone working on a guitar caused even more damage while trying to repair it, Dave would say, "Don't worry about it. There isn't anything you could do to ruin a guitar that I can't repair." He was so confident in his ability, that I set my goal to reach that level of skill and confidence. His calm and patience are traits that I'll never be able to match. He would just tell us what we did wrong and how to avoid making the same mistake again. Then, he would either tell, or show us how to fix the damage along with the original repair. If you followed his advice, you could repair any guitar. And, if you did a good job, he was sure to tell you that you did well.
When Dave sold the guitar repair business so as to focus exclusively on building custom guitars, he asked me to stay on because he believed that I had a natural ability to do that sort of work. I didn't feel that I was completely qualified to do that sort of work. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm not going to lie to you. The most talented apprentice that I've ever trained is Scott Rohden. He's the best repair person that ever worked for me. But, you've got a real artistic, creative way about you. You can become as good of a guitar BUILDER as Scott is a guitar REPAIRMAN." My confidence shot up 1000 points when he said that. I couldn't let him down. We worked hard setting up the tools we needed to get his business rolling. And, for a very short while, it was just me and Dave working there. Thankfully, he dragged Joe out of bed and made him do a lot of the grunt work that neither Dave nor I wanted to do. Dave's daughter, Teri, soon got in there working along side us. The business was on its way to success. Unfortunately, a business experiences its worst moments during its first year. We were no different. For my part, I'm fortunate enough to have a family who is willing to fork over a few bucks at a time to help me with whatever venture I get into. That support kept me going for a while. I don't know how Dave kept the business going as long as he did being faced with so many financial burdens. But, he did it.
Some of the most memorable moments working at Plummer Guitars include the first guitar that I ever built. There is only one picture of that guitar that we took. Fortunately, I have that picture. It's of Dave playing that guitar. I had finished adjusting the neck and stringing it up to pitch. Then, I played it for a few minutes. Finally, Dave picked it up and played some of his favorite Spanish tunes and Cowboy songs on it. I took the picture while he played. The owner of the guitar was also standing there watching us play the guitar. About a half hour later, he loaded that guitar into it's case, put it in the back seat of a Ford Galaxy 500 convertible, and drove back home to Arizona. I've never seen that guitar since then. But, it's proof of my connection with Dave Plummer. If you look inside that guitar, as well as many others that I helped build, you'll see my signature right there next to Dave's. He insisted that I take extreme pride in that first guitar. "That's your baby" he told me. I've never lost my pride in that instrument.
I've also met a number of great people through my association with Dave, whether it was at the shop or backstage at some venue. Many of these people play guitar professionally. Some are players who play to an audience of "none" in the comfort of their own home. Many of these people weren't even guitar players. Just friends of Dave who liked to hang around the shop and tell stories from time to time. Some of these people include: Ardell Fladeland; Mickey Newbury; Bob Pace and his sons, Tony and Nick: Willie James Shay; Nate Carlson, Howard Harmsen; Jack Ferguson; Doug Paul; James Biehn; Jeff and Tracy Brockman; Dennis Fischer: Thom Bresh; Buster B Jones; Nokie Edwards; Tommy Flint; Delbert McClinton; Ranger Doug; Dan Gore; Richard Mclish; Harvey Leach; Cowboy Jack Clement; Paul Craft; Rick Allred; Jerry Reed; Bobby Lovett; Warren Haynes; Chuck Leavell; Tom Ivey; Rod Riley; Jeff David; Lynn Cowden; Marge Rhodes; The list goes on. So, many memories and good times.
Now that Dave is gone, I guess I'll mostly miss knowing that there is a working guitar shop led by a top notch luthier just on the other side of town. But, he was more than just another 'guitar guy' to me. He was a very good friend. Sometimes, I would just go to the shop to listen to "Prairie Home Companion" on the radio with him. Other times, we would be sitting at our work benches talking about movies. We would share many of our past life experiences with each other. We worked together to plan on how to meet some other famous musicians. Or, we'd sit back and remember one stupid event or another, and wonder how, and why, something like that could happen. We'd complain about how much we couldn't stand stupid people. He'd have me laughing until I cried about the ridiculous antics of Joe while they were growing up. We disagreed on some things. But, we never argued. We might be mad at each other for one thing or another. But, every evening, we would say, "See you tomorrow". And, sure enough, we would both be in the shop the next day, picking up where we left off. I truly appreciated his respect for me. That, in turn, made me respect him more so.
Saturday, July 30, 2005, David Lee Plummer will be laid to rest. My friend will be at peace. The "mark" he left on me will always show in the work I do for the rest of my life. When I make my first guitar of my own design, it will be in memory of Dave Plummer. Rest in peace, my friend......
Is it 2005 yet? Wow!!! When did I miss it?
Well, I've entered my 4th decade of Life and completed my 1 decade of sobriety. I've gone a long, long way. But, I still have a longer adventure to experience ahead of me. I'm enjoying every moment as it happens.
Lately, I've been doing some woodworking. I have a few projects under way right now. A couple of picture frames, and a lattice partition for a patio. My goal is to have a few completed items by Spring to sell alongside the quilts my Mom is making.
Acting-wise, I was in my 2nd film directed by The Rodriguez Brothers, Francisco and Jose. It's called "La Sirena". In English, that's called "The Siren". I had a fun time acting in this film. I had to wheel a guy through a dark tunnel to a room where he's taken victim by the Siren. This film is to be a short film preceding their feature film called "Vamoose". Watch for it later this year.
I have so much more to add to this journal. But, the nite is winding down and I still have a lot to do. I'll have to continue later in the week.
I know that I've taken a longer amount of time than normal to add in an entry in this web journal. But, I've been running around like a head without a chicken lately. We're talking "Koo-Koo Krazy". But, I won't go into TOO many details. Just the highlights.
First of all, I took a roadtrip around Dubuque, and Prairie Du Chein to take pictures of the changing leaves in that area. My girlfriend, Holly, and her son, Julian, went with me on this day-long journey. I got some really nice pictures that you can view at the following link: http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/bgrkid64/album?.dir=/ef2c&.src=ph&.tok=ph24YCCBsc6vuIVm
We visited the Field Of Dreams baseball field in Dyersville, stopped at a state park in Wisconsin along the Mississippi River, walked the trails at the Effigy Mounds State Park, and made a stop at Pike's Peak. (The first Pike's Peak along the Mississippi in Iowa) The pictures tell the story pretty well.
My acting career took a hard slump most of the year. I did a TV commercial in March for the Des Moines Register. Sure, you can't see more than the top of my head in the commercial. But, trust me, I was there. That was the last one I did until the recent one I was sent to for Allstate Insurance. Between that, I went to New York City for the IMTA Convention, and I signed up on the online voice talent database at www.voice123.com. Recently, the talent agency I was signed up with sold its business to Peak Modeling and Talent. After meeting with them, I'm feeling very confident that my career will see a boost. You'll know if this is true by checking at my online resume.
Along with all of this work, I've been working with my Mom, who recently moved here to Des Moines, to make quilts. Already I've completed 1 quilt, and I'm helping her with another while I'm putting together a design of my own. There's more creativity and patience needed to create a quilt than there is skill. But, still, a person needs to know how to operate a sewing machine and how to hide those little mistakes. Fortunately, my Mom really knows her stuff with these quilts. I'm planning on adding pictures of all the quilts we're making to my web site to show off our wares.
Then, there's my regular 40 hours of boredom site of employment. But, that doesn't need any more mention than this.
How has your Autumn been going? Add a Post to this entry to see if you can match, or exceed, the fun and craziness I've been experiencing.
See ya soon.............
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