So Mom and I went for the super crack this morning - a trip to
The Painted Pony in La Porte. I asked Mom if she wanted to come with me to the fabric store and she was kind of indifferent to the usual places, then I said, "Or I might trek out to La Porte," and she changed her mind. The rooms full of quilter's cottons call to us, my precious calls.
Mom claims that I bought half the store, but really I only got a few yards of some really amazing, bright prints. Including one that may become the back of the Snape Quilt. There were such amazing and wonderful designs there, and I am *loving* the retro splashy flower prints so much. Wild. Unfortunately, there were no prints that really truly screamed "potions" or "chemistry", but what I got I think is pretty evocative anyhow. If you squint, you can see magic/science in them. And they work so amazingly well together. Squee!
The Snape quilt (which is a small wall hanging, actually) is going to be so awesome, although I may have to do the Snape center piece several times. Mom and I discussed different techniques for getting him onto the fabric and "painted", so if I have lots of leftover attempts maybe I'll make little pillows or something.
You know what I didn't buy? Thread. Oops. I am so going to need more black for this.
Also found a fun pirate print, and it's an unwritten rule in this househould that if you find a cool pirate print, you buy enough for the family stash.
On the drive home, Mom and I discussed ethics, philosophy, and religion, or lack thereof. I think that having these important conversations with an atheist offers me some very good perspective, as a person and as a minister.
On the topic of irreverence, check this out:
God: A Career Retrospective.