Houston weekend

Ollie and I spent the weekend with our good friends who live in Houston. The weekend provided a shining example of what shenanigans can happen when you say to your husband, "You can do whatever you want outside as long as you leave the inside to me."  Behold, Beer Can House:

The house is covered/shingled in beer cans, including elaborate hanging beer top curtains along the eaves which jingle and flash in the wind:

The property also includes a shed and a fence of beer cans and beer bottles of varying colors which I found quite dazzling.  They even have a man-made lemon tree:

The house is very, very insulated using the same technology that has kept beer cold for over 70 years.  Luckily I do not believe that I am in danger of ever living in a beer can house.  My husband is thankfully a beer snob and would not drink anything out of a can--his mantra is "Brew Your Own."

This weekend I also came down with a quilting bug after seeing this beauty at Ikea:

I have been contemplating making another quilt for a few weeks now, as I have a bag of adorable fabric that has been begging to be blankified.  I just couldn't think of the perfect quilt pattern that wasn't too difficult (I HATE cutting fabric, but squares are manageable).  I'm not a great quilter but I can sure as hell cut fabric squares in half and sew them back together.