For the past two days, I have done nothing but cut and piece. And piece and cut. {I’m loving Lori Holt’s Polka Dot Stitches and decided I had stared at it long enough.}
And totally immersed myself in Seasons One and Two of Downton Abbey.
To where I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out of my head. And if I didn’t take a shower soon, even my cats wouldn’t like me anymore.
Since I’m not one to sit and watch a television show regularly {frankly because for six months of the year, I watch or listen to Detroit Tigers baseball nearly every day} I heard all the buzz about Downton but didn’t really get it. But I’m totally up to date now and I get it. I mean I really get it and I’m really, really loving it. To the point of calling my husband Mr. and telling the cats to “do get on with your business…..” Uh huh. All the while remembering that my grandmother, who was born in 1901, actually lived in the era that the series depicts. That totally floors me. Not that she lived in England, but she lived before automobiles and telephones were invented and when women were considered merely decoration. Crazy.
I’ll call this quilt Downton Crazy. I had actually considered Downton Flabby which is exactly how my rear end feels about now. 
…while i have not yet become involved in the intrigue of this series…i must confess to being hopelessly addicted to monarch of the glen…and the delightful character kilwillie brought to life by julian fellowes was one of the many reasons i so loved that series…monarch was decidedly quirky..while downton seems far more serious…yet who will be able to resist those sets…those clothes… those accents…those characters?…not me!