that tomorrow I am going to move furniture around. Move those two large bookcases back into the study. No idea what to do with the huge green cabinet. I love that cabinet, but this house doesn't have enough walls to stand it against. I tried to put it into the large open space just inside the door, but it looked awkward with the open stairwell behind it and I could see the unpainted, filthy top. I hate dust. I hate houses without walls. I think a man with no family or furniture designed this house. Just wide open spaces. If I were by myself, I think I'd like that, but there's nowhere to hide the clutter and no closets to put it in. Of course, if my husband could tolerate flat surfaces having anything on them, things would be easier, but.... He thinks our house is cluttered. Geez, he should see our friends houses. They live in their houses. I've told him that we live in every square inch of ours. We have no formal dining or living rooms, no large closets, no attic, no knicknacks to speak of. I'd throw every book out at this point I'm so sick of them in those dusty bookcases.
Wednesday, July 25 at the International Quilt Festival in Long Beach, CA Today I rode on a tour bus. Met a fabric designer in her chic little store named French General on the corner of Allesandro and Riverside in Los Angeles. Had coffee with her mother in the alley behind the shop. Toured the Alexander Henry design offices and shipping warehouse in an old Coca-Cola bottling factory located in Burbank, CA. Watched the artists work on designs for fall and winter of 2013. Watched the history of a line a fabrics called the Ghastleys from the first sketches to the finished products. Had a shift in perspective towards whimsical, holiday or children-oriented fabric. Never realized how much artistic design and hands-on work went into light-hearted themes. Ate lunch at Phillippe’s, home of the French dip sandwich (unfortunately, this did not mean au jus.) Ate lunch at red linoleum topped table while seated on a stool. Enjoyed chatting with other quilters. When they left I ...
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