Don't laugh. Okay, laugh. I'm just saying, one might enjoy doing this on Valentine's night, especially if one's lover is across the country on business. A few of us "guys and dolls" went back in time....(majorly) over the weekend. We stepped inside this bldg and were immediately transported into the 50's or there abouts. I kept saying "I wish I had my camera". By the end of the eve I pulled out my IPhone and took a few very quick shots. I would seriously like to go back just to take better photos. There was a cigerette machine, old wall phones. Every turn of the head reminded me of being drug up three flights of stairs to the smoke filled bowling alley for a few hours a week. I could hardly breathe or see from the combination of cigarettes and grill food. Not fond memories as a child, but not bad either. Someone usually felt bad for the skinny little kid and bought me a "soda". Anyway, back then the duck pin bowling was another flight or two up, so that was unfamiliar territory until now.
Besides the shock of walking into a 1950's "museum" of sorts, I used my broken arm/shoulder to throw the ball. I was horrible at that, so tried using my right arm... horrible, then tried bowling like a kid with both hands...horrible. Finally my wise girlfriend told my to try standing to the far right and much closer. It worked! I actually had fun. My shoulder is a bit sore, but I'm sure it's fine. I hope you don't mind the pixelated quick shots, but pretend it was smoke filled and you were just a skinny little kid and enjoy.
I have lots in the works on the creative side, but nothing is completed and my quilt squares are getting a bit dusty. I am hoping the strike-offs from my 2nd fabric collection will be here soon. We should complete the third collection to send off to Kathy today. It's a LLOOONNNGGGGGG process indeed, but I am loving every moment.