It’s Getting Closer

I’m not quite there yet, but I’m getting closer to the finish line on my Animal ABC quilt.  All the small blocks have now been machine quilted and I’m working on the Z is for Zebra panel across the bottom of the quilt.  Then I just have the borders and binding to complete.

Z is for Zebra

You may remember that I mentioned earlier that Gemma doesn’t sit on my sewing machine and watch me sew.  But lately she has decided that curling up on the quilt being worked on is a good idea.  She waits till she has the sewing room to herself then settles down for a nap, although she is not too sure if this behaviour is allowed.  But she looks so cute cuddled up on the quilt that I just let her be. 

Gemma on my sewing cabinet

We had a day out in Palmerston North yesterday and decided to treat ourselves to lunch at  China Town.  This is very reasonably priced, is always busy and offers lots of  interesting dishes to help yourself.  Another excellent point is that many local Chinese eat here, so that certainly shows that the food must be very good.  Mind you, the Chinese people seem to order off the menu, while most of the other customers are happy to serve themselves from the buffet.  It was a good day out in nice sunny weather, with several jobs being ticked off our “to do” list, and a lovely lunch.  At only $15 each it was certainly value for money, with soup, desserts and coffee included in the price.

Lunch at China Town

However, we did come across a couple of situations which were unusual, certainly as far as we were concerned.  The first was when we came across several police cars surrounding a car, the driver was out on road and was having hand cuffs put on him.  It was rather like watching a TV show and we did wonder what he had  done to have the police after him.  And the next situation would have been amusing if not for all the foul language being bandied about.  A middle aged grey haired woman  was riding a bicycle and was rather upset with a van driver, and the language being shouted out at the van driver was atrocious.  Perhaps he drove too close to her and her bike, I don’t really know, but she didn’t let up for a good five minutes, riding around and around and swearing and cussing at the top of her voice. My goodness, I’m not used to such carrying on and was pleased when we started driving back to our quiet little town!