FUZZIES & WARM FUZZIES

My goodness, I'm surprised that I don't have blisters on my cutting hand.

All of this new stash came from discontinued upholstery/drapery samples from my daughter Eleni.

I've had the "books" for several months, but have just now gotten around to cutting the fabric out of the book.

Truth be told: the books were on the floor in front of a closet drawer that I wanted to get into, so I decided enough's enough and I'm going to take care of this.  So here you have it, all cut and place in piles according to fabric.  (and--even if you can't tell it--of course, the fabrics are each sorted by ROY G BIV!

When I was about half finished, I decided to save the fabric content strip glued to the back of one from each book, so I'd know what I'm dealing with.  Unfortunately I didn't think about that until after I had already discarded the label from the print fabric in the center and all that velour in the big  stack in the back.  Oh, well.

But speaking of velour, that makes me think "fuzzy", so I just have to share this with you.  This special young lady 

sent me this "warm fuzzy".

I have not discussed my medical issues here very much as this blog really IS  about quilting and knitting.

(As you can tell by little Lukie's (that's what I decided to call this guy) surroundings--a pillow my mom knit many years ago and a quilt I made from exchange fabric  last year when I participated in a Weight Watcher message board quilters' group exchange.  (Can you follow all those adjectives?)

Speaking of that message board, that's how I "met" the above young lady.  I've "known" her since she was beginning college--at Smith and then Columbia University; she has now graduated and is back home in California.  She has run at least two marathons for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.  When she learned last summer that I had lymphoma, she dedicated her run this year to me!  I was so honored.  When I got her  little Lukie in the mail yesterday, I could not help but tear up.  You see, it's people like this young lady who give so much for nothing in return.  What they have given me is help toward the remission that I now enjoy.  Without donations that they help collect, so much research to find cures would never be done.  It's these selfless people, and hundreds like them, that help make it all possible.  I wish I could thank each and every volunteer out there.  But I can't. 

 So here's to my special friend COLLEEN:  THANK  YOU!