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Here's where I'll be.

2008-07-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

Two days to Hershey! Wahoo!! I'll be a little busy for the next day or so and then we will be in PA at the Quilt show and visiting friends. I'll take pictures and be back next week. Hope you are doing something fun that involves staying cool and happy!

Additional Passion needed

2008-07-18T11:55:00.000-07:00

I need about 3 more rows of these squares for the Lavender Passion. This is the result of sloppy planning and not following a pattern. That would be me all over. Not a problem. I have enough fabric to make a few more rows. and I'll tackle that soon. I'm showing this because I was sewing in the Quiltalong with Judy. Wish I could say I got more accomplished but just getting all the rows together is as much as I could get done these past couple of days. I did a lot of work on a redwork embroidery piece as well but I don't have a picture of that to show yet.

I just got to thinking and wondering if I'm supposed to be sewing the quilt that Judy is making or is this a day for just sewing anything? I'm so confused. She has both these things going. Oh Well! I'll have to go back and check her blog.

We had our Thurs. quilting evening last night and despite the super heated temps, it was a funny night. We were all very silly and had a lot of laughs. It was really good to be together. My friend Terry is finishing a Christmas stocking for her son that she started when he was little. He's nearly 30 now and she's having trouble seeing the cross stitch. I mentioned that I had a table cloth given to me to cross stitch by a former MIL from another marriage-I won that round!Of course being older than both of them gives me a somewhat unfair advantage. I've had longer to accumulate crap.

Well, I'm off to the store for some veggies and such. It's a million degrees and humid so a nice salad is called for.

Hope you have a great weekend.

Hangin' in the ER with my Honey.

2008-07-15T16:06:00.000-07:00

Here's a picture of the newly renovated Huntington Hospital. We had made it our business not to go there for any reason for a very long time. The other night Roger got strange fluttering heartbeats and racing pulse so I took him to the ER. Unfortunately we picked a night when they were so over-loaded with patients that we wound up at the front desk. Roger on a gurney and me waiting. They did put him right into the action since cardiac patients are triaged first. Got him hooked up to various machines and turned out he had A-fib. That's where his arterial chambers were not firing in sync with the others. We got there around 8 Sunday night and I finally saw him stabilized and left for home at about 4 am. It was a long evening and the hospital was so full that he wound up in the ER room where I picked him up in the a.m. after a visit from his cardiologist. He was most happy to see me. Among the other visitors to the ER while we were there was a screaming 17-year-old crack addict who called the nurses really vulgar names and had to be restrained by several of Suffolk Counties finest. It was quite the night.

Good news is that we were out of there by 11 the next morning and now Roger has to go for a nuclear stress test tomorrow morning. Other than that he feels good and it was not a heart attack-best news ever. Apparently this has more to do with a racing pulse and he is now being medicated for that.

It's so very interesting how we take each other for granted sometimes-until something like this happens. He's a wonderful husband and father but also the best friend I've ever had. I never knew the meaning of true friendship until I married Roger. He is devoted and loving and always on my side. That's a gift greater than words can express. I am thankful for him every moment of every day and ashamed that sometimes I forget to appreciate how very much he means to me.

Anyway, all is well and that's what I've been up to. Hope you have had a few peaceful days with no medical interruptions. I'll be back soon to chat.

How Did It Get to be Friday?

2008-07-11T04:35:00.000-07:00

These beauties are calling to me. Not sure what I'm going to do with them but I will leave them laying around today in case some brilliant idea pops into my mind. It certainly won't be anything very large since this is all there is. Just 5 fat quarters.

Last night the quilt gals & I compared notes on things we are working on. I finished those little Christmas houses and wanted to take a sepia fine-line Sakura pen and write Christmas 2008 above the houses. My friend who has the Bernina embroidery machine, volunteered to do it in old script on the machine for me. Wahoo-one less thing to do for a finish. I will pick it up next week. Ain't it great to have friends? The weather here varies between blazing and sort of blazing and humid. I know some of you have much worse to deal with so I'll quit bitchin' now. At any rate, I've been hanging out inside with books and sewing and enjoying visiting you all to see what you're up to.

In a couple of weeks I will be heading out to Pennsylvania. First, we got a room at the Hershey Convention Center for the big quilt show there (whoohoo)and then we are heading up to visit our dear friends, Rich & Diane who live on a mountain top in Lockhaven. I'm really looking forward to both those things. Rich and Roger go all the way back to grade school so it's a lot of fun for him to see his good buddy plus we adore his wonderful wife Diane and their 2 girls.

Yesterday Dorothy asked us what's on the fridge. I think mine is always a mess since I have a million scraps and pictures some from...Christmas...gad. It's just one of those things I walk past forever and don't think about. It had many train items(Roger's hobby) many little art pieces(me) and some funny pics from James when he worked at a local gas station. I guess I really should do some culling. All pics are clickable-there are two pics of my beautiful nieces, little Tatum, and the lovely Michelle.

I'm off to throw in a load of the omnipresent laundry and then some sewing. Yesterday they had a mini marathon on TBS of Burn Notice-my all time fav program lately. It's so good it makes me giggle. The new season began last night so I'll try to catch it on-line today while I sew. Hope your day is a great one. Talk to you soon.

Pssssst...wanna buy some coffee???

2008-07-10T06:14:00.000-07:00

For Dorothy, who lives in the Green Mountains.

This morning I was planning on doing some cutting and sewing when who should appear at my door with an undercover delivery for the old man. This guy showed up with the monthly delivery of Green Mountain Coffee. If my husband was home I would make him stand up and say "My name is Roger, I'm a coffeeholic"

He got himself one of those Keurig Coffee makers. In truth, he had been buying Green Mountain for some time. The coffee maker was a special treat for himself. He loved it so much another was purchased for his office. Now we get the daily coffee stash report. Things are mumbled, such as, "Only 5 more days to Mountain Blueberry delivery." You get the picture. He's main-lining the stuff.
Seriously, Now the deliveries are taking over my sewing area. I must re-establish my authoritay!

I'm really kidding since I have taken over every square inch of space with fabric and sewing supplies. I will remove the boxes in a few minutes and do some work on the Lavender thing that will hopefully then leave it in flimsy condition. It will have to stay that way until I am able to find a table somewhere to lay it out for sandwiching. At that point I hope to move on to some other UFOs with a more holiday theme in mind as well as a couple of gifty things for friends. I'm working on a redwork piece but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to photograph it. Every picture I take comes out glaring white. A photographer I am NOT!

Tonight is the Thurs. quilt gals so I should come up with something for dinner so I can scoot out of here at 7. Talk to you soon.

Summer Casting It's Spell Over All

2008-07-06T09:06:00.000-07:00

On our property, there are few flowers that grow well. Black

eyed susans, daffodils and some hyacinth. In spring, the occasional tulip pops up. We have a lot of sand and clay so most anything pretty is store bought in a pot and aside from a small bed and some flower boxes that's the tally around here. We excel in growing vines and lush bushes all over. Lots of ivy and, although they have thinned dramatically, we once had a whole section of the driveway(the endless driveway) filled with lovely ferns. They were a favorite of my late FIL Jim and, sadly, we've managed to ruin them by raking them out when we had blue stone in that section. Ferns have an underground lace network that does not like to be disturbed by things like raking. If you could see under the ground there would be a network that looks like fishnet under ferns. Sadly, I didn't find that out until the boys had done many rakings. Of all the things in the yard that are nice to look at there are only two things that make me really smile. The wild cherry and a bush that no one can name. It has very tiny pink flowers( I mean really tiny) in the spring followed by small green oval berries all summer and slowly turning to bright red larger oval berries in the fall. The bush is an object of many family stories and amusing conversation. It grown over the part of the driveway nearest the house and I can see it outside my kitchen window. Since it has a weeping branch effect, it tends to grow over an area where the guys like to back up their cars and so, of course, the bush gets in the way and needs trimming. I came from the "loves the lush green jungle-don't want to see the neighbors anyway" school of gardening. We are far enough away from all neighbors that it doesn't matter socially anyway. My boys are from the guerrilla slash& burn school of gardening. The trick is to get the loppers, cutters, chain saws, and pruners well hidden from them. Once in a while I fail at my task and then all hell breaks loose. Several years ago Roger took the loppers to the bush. He was just going to trim......I believe I may have threatened him with something physically painful if I saw him near it again. Harsh words were spoken...harsh! The BIL Bob decided to give it a haircut a while back- I wept, but for the sake of peace said nothing. Only angry glances in his direction and sniffles with the occasional whimper and growl. The main reason I couldn't really get too mad was that in the weeks previous to his haircut something strange happened. After 20 years of living here and feeding the squirrels liberally, peanuts, corn, seed, etc, they decided they would like to try a diet of the green berries on the bush. Not only did they eat the berries they, quite literally climbed inside the bush, picked a weeping branch and slid down it thus shucking the entire branch of berries and leaves. This was not only a squirrel delicacy but apparently oodles of fun. The news travelled fast in the squirrel Daily Times. Swarms of squirrels filled the bush and decimated it. Pieces of branches flew and landed all over the driveway. In the begining I thought I could simply chase them away with angry shouts and a broom. Wrong. They came in numbers. They would launch themselves from the top to bottom like a cartoon. They sat up at the top and reclined(seriously) on other branches and waved at me, cheeks stuffed with green berries. Our house became Six Flags over Squirreldom. All of this took place in late spring. The bush recovered somewhat and had some little pink flowers. I just resigned myself. This year-no squirrel assault....insert dark creepy music...until last week. I was washing some cups and enjoying the view out the kitchen window when who should be waving at me from the top of the bush? Yeah....furry, gray, possessed, overstuffed little vermin. The only bright light is that they seems to have only wanted a few berries and only a few squirrels this year and so far they are not swinging from the branches...so far. I'm sure they have put in a call to the relatives so I'm resigning myself to just living with the horror. It's hard to get mad at the little beasts when they make me laugh out loud while sliding down the bush. They do everything but scream WHEEEEEEEE!

The second spooky happening is in the house. Last year the guys put in a new ceiling fan upstairs in our bedroom. The old one was making noise and seemed shaky so up went a bright, shiny new one. It has a remote control and a brain. It reminds me of Hal in 2001-Space Odyssey. It turns itself on and off at will. A couple of nights ago I awoke to what seemed like a hurricane in the bedroom. I was shivering and got up found a quilt and wrapped myself in it. Not a clue where the remote was and didn't want to wake R in the middle of the night but I knew that that fan was on the twister setting. When I woke in the morning...da da dahhh...the fan was off. It does this all the time. The intellectual side of me knows that it's receiving an infrared signal from some other remote located almost anywhere. The neighbors, whatever. Very frustrating. Our ceiling fans assist us in cooling the house down really well even in areas where there is no air conditioning. Works really well-when it works....I may have to have a chat with Hal and see what his demands are. Maybe he doesn't like being dusty. The thing could use a cleaning. It's one of those things that fall into my personal cleaning category of "if it's over my head I don't see it. lalala" Now and then I look up ad find I'm horrified.

Falling into the Good Things category is Turner Classic Movies. A channel I knew would be wonderful before I even had it. I have watched more wonderful old movies in the month we've had it than seems possible. What a great channel. Ted still sucks for trying to colorize classics and glomming onto the entire stash of MGM and Warner movies for himself but I can learn to live with it the same way I will learn to live with the festival of hairy lunatics in my yard.

On the reading front, I am still working my way through the Jack Valenti book and enjoying his years in Hollywood more than his years in Washington. I did just finish a total escapist novel called "Garden Spells" by Sara Addison Allen. I think it's been out for a while but she's new to me. Her new book "The Sugar Queen" is out now and I hope it's as good. If you want to dream away an afternoon read Garden Spells-If you liked "Practical Magic" by Alice Hoffman you will enjoy this book. It's kind of similar and very light, fun, and the best character is a fruit-throwing apple tree with a wicked sense of humor. Since we all know my obsession with apple trees how could I not love this book.

Today I will begin sewing another row onto the Lavender Passion and I have some ironing to catch up with and pants to hem(yes, still)

Don't know why but Blogger seems to like to space thngs the way it wants to so I'm sorry for the layouts lately.

Hope you have a great day and the weather is less hellish than here.

Happy 4th to you

2008-07-04T11:16:00.001-07:00

We are supposed to have rain by the time dinner rolls around so we may be having Chinese with our fireworks. Fine with me, less work for Momma is always a plus.

We're hoping that weather is good enough for BBQ tomorrow-if not I'll be making the The Pioneer Woman Cooks, Husbands favorite sandwich for the gang. Again, either way, yum. Her blog is on the left in my links. Check it out-she's funny and she cooks great but simple food and no bitching about the butter. Just enjoy.

Hope you all have a great weekend. I'll be back Monday with Chapter one in a novel I'm writing about paranoia and my relationship with things that don't work and are screwing with my head in the house and garden. Or, Why my life appears to be possessed by demons in the electrical appliances and garden creatures that conspire against me.

Peaked your interest-stay tuned for things that go bump in the night(Oh alright, in the day too!)

Stay safe and...... watch your back.

Friends, family , books, and Wips

2008-07-02T05:39:00.000-07:00

Good Morning! Rose asked for a closer picture of the Holly Jolly and I found this pic that shows some fabrics better and in the upper left are the food fabrics I got for a kitchen wall hanging to be. I just love the bright colors and it will perk up the room a lot....someday.

When I got back from the trip my two quilting buddies took me out for dinner and gave me this lovely necklace. It's very beautiful and I was so touched that they made a fuss over my 60th. One of the ladies asked me how I felt about reaching this milestone(or is that millstone?) Seriously though, I feel pretty good and a lot more....happy...yep that's the word. I think there is a certain amount of relaxation of angst that comes with this time in life. Somehow I feel more ready to stop and smell the roses. Speaking of that, my son's MIL to be gave me a beautiful yellow rose bush. Very pretty. I must find a nice place in the yard to plant it.

I got some books I had been wanting including the new Jack Valenti "This Time This Place" which was released shortly after his death. Jack was around from the Kennedy era to wearing several prestigious hats in Hollywood. I'm going to crack that one open as soon as I finish the one by Marie Brenner called "Apples & Oranges". Marie has spent many years writing great articles for Vanity Fair and since I have been a faithful reader for many years I was interested to know a bit more about her. I enjoyed this book very much. It's basically the story of her relationship with her brother up till his untimely death. They had a life-long contentious relationship partially due to his OCD behavior. He owed one of the largest Apple orchards in Washington State and was a pioneer in bringing Asian pears to the American market. It's informative and funny and, inevitably, sad. I also got the new Andre Dubus "The Garden of Last Days". I loved his book "House of Sand & Fog" so I hope this one is as good. I'll let you know. I'm continuing my readings on the Tudors with "The Children of Henry VIII" by Allison Weir. Unless you are a devoted history nut(like me) you probably would be bored silly. I continue to be fountain of useless information and love history.

I'm working on the Lavender Passion but today I have several projects that include the most boring jobs in the history of sewing- hemming pants and sewing on buttons. I hope to make quick work of that and move on to possibly watching "The Other Boleyn Girl" on the computer while I sew.

Talk to you soon.

More travels with Dee

2008-06-30T08:23:00.000-07:00

Here are the adorable 92-year-olds. Miss Mattie & Uncle Don. I hope if I'm lucky enough to get to that age I am as with it as these two. Of course, it probably comes from good living so I most likely blew that one.

The real occasion for the trip was two fold. To celebrate their 25th anniversary(second marriage) and to celebrate my 60th. If you call doing a lot of spending celebrating then you could say I had a sweet old time. Our house was(seriously) off Beaten Path in Mooresville so you could say we were off the Beaten Path (har). If this place is off the beaten path then Lord let me wind up there. We saw houses that made your mouth drop open and one in particular that had turrets covered in copper. Holy Moly gang. There were about 15 workman's vehicles in the driveway. Just imagine that bill?? Anyway, there were miles and miles of breathtaking places. Many on golf courses (Hi Rian). I could just imagine her driving by in a golf cart. I could also imagine someone having to marry a Saudi Prince in order to afford just the help needed to clean these 6 bedroom/w guest cottage mansions.

Our house was very beautifully located on a little finger-like tributary of Lake Norman. Very pretty area.

Here is the captain and deckhand of the 9 passenger pontoon boat that was rented for the week. Roger misses the boat we used to have. He doesn't miss the work it took to keep it in shape for using.

Unfortunately her Daddy couldn't make it up from Florida so she had to suffer through everyone ooooing andahhhhing to make up for it. Miss Tatum is a natural ham.

Blogger is being mean and giving me a hard time so I better move on to the loot while I can. Here is some of the stuff. I wanted to make a Christmas quilt out of the Holly Jolly Moda fabric and so I stocked up on that stuff and will work on it soon. Lets see if I can make something for this Christmas before it actually arrives. I got a 20-pack of Robyn Pandolph fabric in her beautiful soft tones to add to the collection that I already have. Something large and bed-like will be happening there. The Posh fabric by Moda is for a quilt I haven't worked out in my head yet. I so loved Nicole's Posh Baskets that she showed on Sisters Choice blog that I sat and stared at it for days on end and I'm going to get myself a basket pattern that will hopefully look one tenth as great as hers.

There's more to show since I made trips to the ten thousand malls around the area with the girls and stopped at Barnes & Noble and Home Goods and several other places. I'll be back with some more tomorrow. Right now I have to finish sewing another row or two on the Lavender Passion since I sewed this weekend in the Quiltathon with Judy and friends. Not much accomplished but I did get a few rows done in between the mountains of laundry. Anyway, back to that. Talk to you soon.

I'm back...didja miss me?

2008-06-29T13:04:00.000-07:00

I missed you!. While I was missing you all, this is where I was hanging out. A view down to the dock on Lake Norman, NC. The lone hiker is BIL Bob after the boat trip of that morning. I have a bunch of pics to show but of course Blogger is verrrry slow today and I have much to do. Maybe tomorrow I can show you some of the birthday loot I managed to scam for myself in Mooresville at a cute little quilt shop I have found a couple of years before and managed to locate again. I had my fist full of money and left smiling ladies behind after making a mound of fabric on the counter and some of this and a little of that. Very fun day out with my husband. We went on to lunch near Spencer at Hendricks BBQ for the pulled pork where Roger took one look at my face taking a first bite and said the whole trip was worth that smile. We last ate at Hendricks 8 years ago and were leery that it could possibly be as good as we remembered it. It was!

All in all the house was very nice and very big. It was too cold in the downstairs for the rest of the Florida cousins and the North Carolinians, so we had the whole downstairs to ourselves. Believe me when I tell you it was a very, very, good thing. Oh how we suffered through the large screen TV, leather couches, pool table, air hockey table/game room. Sometimes you just gotta bite the bullet and suffer(not). Our king sized bedroom was comfortable but since it was downstairs there were no windows and it got a little cave-like at night. No big complaints though. Believe me, there was enough complaining going on upstairs for an army. Some people are just never happy. I just kept busy and did a lot of reading and such. We picked up Aunt Mattie and Uncle Don(the 90-year-olds) from their place several miles away and did a lot of dinners and one really great lunch. The best part was meeting little Miss Tatum at 2 1/2, who I had yet to meet. The most adorable child you can imagine. Sweet and well behaved. Only one small incident and I've seen much worse. She was over-tired and bored and, frankly, if I could have gotten away with it I would have pitched a fit myself.

Here she is in all her sweetness.

Well, I have a ton of stuff to do and I plan to bore you with pictures of fabric tomorrow. Hope you come back and find me again. I clicked around and see that not an awful lot has happened while I was gone. I'm enjoying seeing the new art being made and catching up with every one's stuff. I'll be back with my stuff tomorrow. Missed you guys!

So long for a while

2008-06-08T11:52:00.000-07:00

The coming week is full of so much activity and preparation that I'm saying goodbye to blogging for a while. For the few pals that still pop in I just thought I'd let you know.

I'm leaving you with a recommendation for a fabulous read and I hope you will follow up on this one. It is the diary of Eleanor Coppola during the time she was raising a family and simultaneously following Frances, and later, Sophia to movie locations. It is so much more than that. It's the diary of a woman who is conflicted by family love and devotion and artistic calling left fallow. A story that most of us can relate to at some point. Being torn between the very essential desire to be everything to everyone is natural for women and it is both a blessing and a curse. I have found so much to love about this book it is one I'll re-read again and again. Aside from the mothering stuff, there is also the really fascinating story of a woman surrounded by unbelievable talent. Her tales of being on the set for the all the Godfather movies, the journey of her film diary of Apocalypse Now, called Heart of Darkness, and for her daughter Sophia's movies "Lost in Translation" and "Marie Antoinette" are worth the money alone. The eventual re-discovery of her artistic self begins to evolve throughout the book and I really wanted to make it go on to see where else Eleanor has gone since. I hope there is another book of diary pages to come. She has a sweet, simple style that is set down without conceit or verbal boasting. I love her voice and I think you will too. One of her pieces art installation art, made in conjunction with several people, is a tribute to those we have lost. Her son Gio was killed in a freak accident in his 20s. It is such a touching story to hear about this installation that I wish I could go and see it. It moves around the country to various places and sounds like it would be well-worth a trip to visit.

I am packing to leave for a while and my birthday(the big one) is Tuesday. I've dreaded this one for a while but oddly enough along with it's arrival, I have found a certain sense of peace and a small, but strong, developing, fountain of artistic energy. Maybe you just need to get to "your time" in life and it begins to unfold in lovely ways for you. Letting go of certain angry things and seeing what is important with new eyes makes for a sense of peace. To a small degree, I am doing what I advise others to do when faced with possible unpleasantness-I think of it as theatre. I have begun to write ideas for art down with a little detail included so that I will remember them fully when I return and begin a hopeful, creative, year ahead. I'm not sure what happens to others when they reach this age but so far for me, I have begun the important job of ceasing to care what other people think and I imagine that's when the real creative process can begin. A few ideas with a common theme are rolling around in the caverns of my brain. Some are fabric related and some are back to the basics of artwork that I began so many years ago.

At any rate, since there is so much prep for this longer than usual trip and few friends are stopping by anyway(can't blame you-nothing artistic gong on here)I will go on a blog hiatus for a while. I'm not sure if there is any computer connections where we are and I don't have a laptop anyway.

It's over 90 and humid here. Very unusual weather for here this early. Anything over 80 is pure hell to me and for good measure I'm heading down south in a week. Bah!

Take care and I'll see you later if I don't melt. Hope I don't run into any flying monkeys....I'mmm melllting...melllllting

Checking in with sniffles

2008-06-02T05:38:00.000-07:00

Since I have nothing note worthy to show on the quilt front, here are some pictures of the local atmosphere.
I have caught the current crud that is circulating through our house and the area in general. Much coughing, sneezing, sore throat and, as a result, not much sleeping. All of this makes for a crabby Dee. I feel better today so this thing seems to be quick to come on and not too long lingering. I'd really just like some solid sleep. Enough bitching and moaning.

The weather has turned quite warm, and as is the norm on an island, pretty humid too.

I wish I had something arty or quilty to show but life is getting in the way big time right now. I'm hoping that July will bring a lot more quiet time for finishing things and playing with fabric. In the mean time I'm enjoying checking out what you are up to. Many women designers have just finished coming back from Portland Quilt Market where they showed off their gorgeous designs and many of the new fabrics coming in the next season. Check out Anna Maria Horner, who has fabric and designs to drool over. Also in my links is Pam Kitty Morning who stunt-sews for Alex Andersen, among others. It's fun to see what they are showing. The best and certainly most fun lately is Nicole of Sister's Choice. Nicole makes the most beautiful quilts you can imagine with very yummy fabrics but what I adore most is her dog Ozzie. Ozzie's adventures are hilarious. He has more personality than 3 dogs and major attitude. Ozzie is the juvenile delinquent of the dog world. Just scroll down and see what mayhem he can cause and while you're at it enjoy the work of a fabulous quiltmaker. By all means keep scrolling until you see her Posh Baskets. I could be talked into doing bad things for that quilt. hmmmm. Maybe that's why I like Ozzie-I see a bit of the larceny in my hairy little friend.

Have fun- I hope you have weather like ours. It's beautiul.

Lovely Weekend & Critters

2008-05-27T05:42:00.000-07:00

This is one of the many chipmunks that live in my yard. The actually live in that cement wall in the background there. There must have been a population explosion recently since the tiny heads that pop out of the cracks look to be babies. They are so much fun to watch. Anyway my husband was swift enough with the camera to get this shot of a little guy who came up on the plant table for a drink. He got some good Goldfinch pictures as well but I'll show them another day since Blogger seems to be having a bad day.

Our weekend was really nice. We celebrated Roger's birthday with a BBQ at our friends house. Good food and very nice friends. Yesterday we just had a BBQ here and our traditional root beer floats to begin the season. Yum.

On the car front-James has found a car he wants to buy and it seems like a good deal so he will be occupied with those details this week. Cross you fingers that all goes well for him. James and no car =unhappiness. I'm just happy it looks like he'll be getting a car that is much newer and doesn't require months of work before it's road worthy. Not that it will stop him from the endless additions he will no doubt make over the next months. He is, after all, a car guy. I'm also happy that it will be settled before we go away in a couple of weeks.

James girlfriend's Mom, Cheryl, had a birthday the same day as Roger so I made her this little wall hanging. Her house is newly re-decorated and she loves this type of thing. I added another border using the red fabric in the roof and hand quilted a little in the red border.

I also found a new Quilt Sampler at the store last week. Love all the great shops they show and always look forward to the latest issue. Funny thing though. I have never made a quilt from any of the patterns in any of these issues. Mostly because they are full sized quilts and I have that "no room" factor to consider.

Lots of hemming to do today. A couple of pair of pants for Roger and a couple for me. It is verrrry humid here today and not all that cool. I finally had to turn on the air conditioner upstairs. I have a lot of laundry and drying to do today and the heat up there will just make the upstairs very warm. We've been unbelievably lucky with our weather so I have no complaints. By last night though, it was pretty humid and sticky sleeping weather.

Hope you have a good day and something fun to do.

My Baby's Baby Boo Boo & the trip

2008-05-22T09:25:00.000-07:00

I'll give you the bad news first. My son was in an accident. He's fine but his Baby has a crushed nose. Just enough of a push to cause problems with alignment and other stuff that all adds up to $$$$$. It's getting the once-over to see if it's even worth fixing. This may mean nothing to you and I but this car is his BABY. He washes and tweeks and polishes and improves and compounds and such. I am so grateful that he is alright but there is that little part that feels really bad. he's in that stage of life where every time he gets two nickels to rub together something comes along to screw up the momentum. Now he probably has to get a junker to drive while the fixing is taking place or another car all together comes to stay. Again, very, very happy that it wasn't worse. He's just getting the old Poor Baby Moment from Mom.

I may have confused some of you regarding the trip to come. We aren't leaving for a few weeks. I've just had to throw myself into gear and shop for things I've needed for a long time. On that front...I think I'm done. I have re-vamped the wardrobe enough for now and can't thank Lands End enough. They are a great company to deal with and they make clothes that fit women who are not size nothing and don't appreciate looking like a teen-age slut. By the way what's with the tops that look like maternity wear? How many women of my age and size should be wearing maternity tops. Further, do these women think they are hiding any aspect of their figure by covering it in billowing, blouson , empire cut, shiny, material of questionable origin covered in giant screaming red poppies? I saw some sights today at the mall that nearly struck me blind. Well I'm making sausage & peppers and I must get moving. I'll take your kind wishes for a good trip and just save them for a couple of weeks. I hope you have a great Memorial day Weekend. It's Roger's birthday on Sunday. We have a few things planned. The picture above is one small portion of the huge patch of Lily of the Valley in front of the house. The smell is heavenly. Talk to you soon.

Darcie-Hand dyed beauties

2008-05-20T08:20:00.000-07:00

First, I want to thank all of you lovely women who were nice enough to look at my Amish-style small quilts and leave such thoughtful comments. You all made my day and then some.

The luscious beauties below came to me in the mail yesterday from Darcie Grager. Darcie is a long-arm quilter and fabric dyer extraordinaire. I wish you could feel these gorgeous fabrics. They look like suede and feel wonderful. She's amazing. If you haven't been over to her blog to visit and see the amazing work she does, don't miss out on seeing some real beauties. Anyway, a few entries ago she showed a mariners compass and the fabric was dyed by her for a class she was giving at her sister's shop "Comforts of Home" in N. Dakota. Those ladies are one talented team. The fabric she showed(above) just made me think it was time for another Amish-style quilt I have had in mind for a while. As you can see, the colors will be more muted and less black. I'm thinking of using black as an accent and that will be lots easier on the eyes for hand quilting. So-thanks you Darcie for this beautiful fabric and for the special surprise piece that was included in the package.

On the vacation and birthday front, things are humming along and I finally found some pants that fit nicely as well as sandals and jammies etc. I have much to accomplish this week so I'll cut things short today and just say, again, thanks for visiting me. Once the trip is over I hope to get back to posting on a more regular schedule with actual quilty stuff to show. Talk to you soon.

In the Amish style

2008-05-15T12:35:00.000-07:00

I'm showing these quilts I made that reflect the Amish style. I always admired these quiet women so much when we would visit Lancaster. Their sparkling houses and polished wood makes me long for much more dedication to keeping things lean and spare. Of course that's not how real life is-at least for us for the time being. We've got stuff. I'm showing these for Kathy of Inspired by Antique Quilts who had a question regarding black fabric. She has a great sight with outstanding work that makes me drool. Anyway-I've always used Kona or Moda black and I bought a bolt of Moda and was very happy with it. I wish my eyes were good enough to keep up this kind of work but in the future I will have to resort to brighter versions of antique Amish quilts to try my hand at. Maybe just a touch of black instead. I have given a couple of these small ones away and I have another in the attic in storage that was made by an Amish woman in Lancaster. It's a square in a square in hunter green and purple and black. The pictures are clickable and I'm sorry for the poor quality of the second one. You can't really see all the stitching-that's the thing with black on black.
I'm swamped with stuff for birthdays and trips ahead so I hope to get back to regular posts some time soon. Gotta go make dinner-it's Thursday night quilting with the girls. Hope you have a great evening.

Bloomin' Delicious Weekend

2008-05-12T12:34:00.000-07:00

My son's girlfriend, Dani, gave me these amazing tulips for Mother's Day. They were creamy off/white when she handed them to me yesterday and this picture doesn't do them justice to show how golden, salmon, pink they have turned. Beautiful flowers. Every time I look at them they change in some way. Lovely. The roses came from my BIL Bob. A dozen long stem beauties and each one is a different color. All of this flower largess was started by Roger with his annual gift of 2 very large and beautiful Hibiscus plants for the porch. They remind me of Hawaii-good times. Needless to say I am in flower heaven. James took me out to lunch on Saturday. We had a nice lunch and chat and then stopped at Ralphs famous Brooklyn Italian Ices where we purchased the first Margarita and Lemon-lime of the season. I can't offer you any since we have made pigs of ourselves and snurffled up all of it. Roger BBQ'd wonderful ribs and roasted sweet potatoes for me so all-in-all it was a delicious weekend.
We enjoyed watching the last of Survivor last night-the best one in a long time. Yay to the girls! Although that skinny blond finalist was a bag of mean bones. I sort of wished that Amanda would have won but after her pathetic crying jag at the last vote I was a bit nauseous my self and can see where some of the jury felt the same. Parvati won and once again proved it's not how you play the game but how many people you sleep with on the way to victory. The men were pathetic and deserved to loose. Whenever I hear the name Parvati I think of Tony Soprano's horrible sister, Janice, who took that name in an effort to be very California flower child. Not easy for a mob sista from New Joisy.
The low point of the weekend was yesterday when James slammed his finger in the car door and it immediately began turning black on the nail. We fixed him up with a bag of ice to put on it and a pain killer last night to sleep. This morning he stopped at the Dr. to see if he needed to have any infection drained(gasp). Thank goodness it was a no. He got some pain medicine and went off to work. Considering he works on cars with his hands, I imagine today was not a fun day. Well, that's about my weekend. It's very cool and rainy out today. Tomorrow is supposed to be a little warmer and sunny. I have much shopping to do.
I haven't been posting much because there isn't anything blog-worthy happening often. I guess it's just a blog slump but I notice that many others are in the same boat. Must be the season..whatever it is I'll be back with updates soon. Thanks for checking in.

Tuesday Chit Chat

2008-05-06T08:15:00.000-07:00

The things you find when you're not really looking! I paper pieced these bears paw blocks about 10 years ago and didn't even finish quilting it. There is only one set of paws that aren't done so that will be a snap. That's probably what I said right about the time I put it aside and started something else. Impulse control much Dee???

The pansies are making a riot of color this year. Usually we have gotten the little violas or mini pansies but this year Roger picked up a bunch of beauties of the large variety. This particular color, what would you call it, violet is so intense that in the twilight it looks like it's glowing. Reminds me of the way moonflowers look in the moonlight and early dawn. Very ethereal. So pretty.

Thanks for your comments on the diamonds mini but I have to say my favorite comment is from one of my favorite people and I can't stop thinking about those hypnotized chickens of Terry's. I wonder how that works although I can't imagine it would be hard to hypnotize a creature with a brain the size of a pea. It does make for a fun thought though. A whole fence full of hypnotized chickens-that's funny! Our neighbor across the street has chickens and at least one rooster since I hear him every morning welcoming the day. I know some people find that annoying but I really like the sound of a rooster crowing.

If you get a chance you should hop over to Jodi's blog, The Carolina Quilter and check out the quilt she made for her church on just about a moments notice. That girl is amazing at thread painting and just about everything else. Beautiful work Jodi. Jodi is a Bernina sewing machine dealer in Inman, North Carolina and her business is doing well but she still finds time to make something beautiful "in her spare time". I know she's chuckling at that one.

I better get myself moving. I have a few stops to make today and I like to get out before the crowd and the temps are supposed to go into the 70s today. That's ten degrees higher than I would like and the stores seem to be trying to save on A/C. by attempting to suffocate their customers. Great retail thinking. Let's see...can we make the store airless and hot and the prices very high and then lower them and call it a sale???!!!! Don't get me started on retail shopping in 2008.

Talk to you soon.

Chickens and diamonds

2008-05-04T09:58:00.000-07:00

Because I adore you all so much and want to make your day a happy one, I want you to click over to Deb's blog and check out the fun. Go on...I'll wait....Jeopardy music............. Oh your back! Isn't she the funniest? For that matter, chickens are just hilarious without doing a thing. I'm always amazed at the sense of humor exhibited by nature. You just know that whatever the plan was for chickens, someone had a fabulous sense of humor that day.

And now, for something completely different-Above you will see my little harlequin mini blocks. I was looking for something different to do the other day and a thought popped into my feeble brain. Why not elongate a square block into a diamond...Duh! I had some scraps from something else and just sewed up a bunch of blocks. Don't know what's to become of this-I was just playing around as usual. It needs something different for a border-I'll let it age a little and think about it tomorrow(Scarlett)

I'm going to do some never-ending laundry and ironing and then relax with a movie or book. Haven't decided yet.

Talk to you later.

Friday catch-up

2008-05-02T06:52:00.000-07:00

I put these two small things together and they now await borders and any interesting finishes I can come up with. Mostly I can't believe it's Friday again. What's up with that? I'd say time flies when you're having fun but um...no. I haven't been feeling well the past few days and have kind of pushed myself to do anything. Some days I feel like I could tackle anything and then I get a couple of days like the last few. Blah!

I am in the process of finding some things to wear for a trip coming up in the not too distant future. We will be in a place where it's way too hot for me. One of my dirty little secrets is that when people complain about the rain and cool I may outwardly sympathize but inside I'm cheering. Don't like heat and I can't sit in the sun at all so it holds no interest for me. When I was a young girl I would bake on the beach for hours and turn golden brown. No more for me. The medicine I take makes me burn almost instantly. Not just burn, but big watery blisters...ugh! The house we are renting has a pool and the relatives all live in Florida so no doubt they will revel in the pool and the sunny days. Roger enjoys the sun so he will enjoy. My idea of sitting in the sun would be more like being covered from legs to head with stuff. So anyway, I'm trying to find some stuff to wear that won't look too stupid on me. Not an easy task. While I'm not a moose, neither am I a delicate little person. I cannot tell you how stupid I look in Capri or cropped pants. My legs are short and I look like a cartoon character who has high water pants. Really dumb. Not going there. I have linen pants in multiple colors which will have to do. They are, in fact, my fav pants and I have two new pair from last year I haven't even hemmed yet. I need some light tees and cool tops. Also on the list is a robe and some new jammies. I will head out next week and see what I can find. Land's End is my fall-back option. I got some great tees recently from them. We'll see what comes up. I need to consider what to take for handwork and will probably take some redwork in an effort to look busy and not make eye contact.

My initial response to this adventure was not positive for several reasons I can't go into here. Family drama-nuff said. My husband has suggested to me that I view it as theatre, which is what I usually say to him when faced with this type of thing. So, I will now view it with theatre in mind. I plan to take the camera, of course, so I can give you all a glimpse of crazy when we get back. Anyway, all of this isn't happening for a good while so I'll keep you posted. Looking for clothes is about as painful for me as surgery. I hate it with a passion. Clothes today are made for tiny little women with tiny little tushies and cute, perky boobs. W

Well I'm off to the mighty Viking to do some sewing after I give the place a once over with the Super Sucker. The dust has become dramatic. Talk to you soon.

Friends..near & far.

2008-04-29T09:58:00.000-07:00

Thanks for the nice things you had to say to me. My mantra for the near future is, I will not wallow, I will not wallow, I will not wallow. That takes the place of a recent promise not to snicker about the Bushtit- made to my friend Terry Grant who is much more mature than I am. See her blog for explanations. Sometimes I really need to be followed around by an old, very large, Nun with an equally large ruler.

I love cartoons, both drawn and on T.V. I am blessed with a son who grew up with cartoons and was given the gift of the ability to mimic voices. My son does a perfect Cartman and although now that his voice has changed and it is harder for him, he would still sing "Sail Away" if I begged him. That still makes me fall down screaming. I thought this cartoon was very amusing.

Anyway, my sweet friend Dorothy in Vermont tagged me for 7 weird things and I think I've done that a couple of times. Of course I could do it several more times an not run out of things to list but just how strange does one want to reveal themselves to be in print?

So instead I am going to deviate from the norm(what else is new) and list 7 things that I am grateful for. I will leave out the customary things that we all adore like husbands and children and even BILs named Bob. This is strictly a list of things that make me happy to be alive.

1. Lemon blueberry Cake from the Copenhagen Bakery.(what? you didn't think food would be last did you?).

2. Music. There is almost nothing that moves me and defines my mood like music. My taste is very eclectic. It runs from Mozart to Pink Floyd and Jamiroqui to Charlie Parker.

3. Time. Even though I often waste it shamefully I am keenly aware of how fortunate I am to be able to have time to do nearly anything.

4.Goldfinches. Several years ago I discovered Goldfinches. My husband is probably sorry that I did since his sole purpose in life is to work to support the Goldfinch population of out Village-all of whom live outside in my yard eating us out of house, home and retirement savings.

5. I am grateful for every day that I am well enough not to have to deal with doctors. They scare the crap out of me. That God- syndrome thing is horrible to deal with. It has become blood-pressure-spike-inducing to deal with medicine men.

6. I am grateful for reaching this age and finding so many women to share the experience with. There is something wonderful about the company of women. Especially at this age. We are mostly over the angst of hormones stuff and younger women's issues so we can just compare notes and laugh about stuff. Watching young mothers is especially fun.A lot of their percieved problems are so amusing, they just don't know it yet.

7. on/off buttons-so I can turn off people like Rev. Wright-he serves no purpose except to insight anger and hatred. The on button can be used for good like this morning when I turned on the radio and discovered that The trouble-making gasbag Al Sharpton-while inside causeing a public nuisance and trying to drum up a race riot-had his Jaguar towed to an impound lot. The only thing that would have given me more pleasure would have been if they ran over Rev. Wright on the way. Someone explain to me why these hate-filled idiots always hide themselves behind the mantel of the church?

Anyone can play-consider yourself tagged and don't write me any snarky comments about my political opinions. I never do that kind of thing on here but those two are just begging for it. A public flogging would be too good for them.

Well, if you're still with me, I hope your day is a sweet one.

Let's Ponder the Possibilities

2008-04-28T09:05:00.000-07:00

Ponder what you say? If I only had a brain. Why ponder at all you may say? Because once, long ago in a place far, far, away people came to me to make decisions and I would tell them what to do and it was good They admired my ability to organize work problems...and they told me so. The thing I may not want to ponder too much is how long ago that was. I was walking on the treadmill watching a chapter of the Sopranos on A&E and waiting for my almost 24 year old son to return from a Doctors appointment(it's allergy season to the max-he needs an inhaler poor guy) when I got to thinking about life...pondering, as it were, why it is that I can't stick to a single thing, finish a single thing, or concentrate on one thing till completion or basically organize anything. If I were my previously organized self, I would have planned how many fat quarters I had and in fact planned a quilt. Funny thing is, if it's a gift, I can organize and finish. What's up with that?

I think it has a little to do with letting go, which is a recurring theme in my life but would be really stupid in this case. The possibility exists that it had something to do with lack of concentration and a return to child-like behavior(shut up back there). The problem was I didn't really have a childhood and maybe I'm looking for it now. Case in point-Those stars I've been making. They're fun and pretty fast and I would love to have a piece on the wall like that but instead I justify my fun by saying I'll give it as a gift. Somewhere in the straw that passes for brains I have convinced myself that it's ok to make someone a gift as long as the someone isn't me. I thought for a while that it was some hormonal side effect and it turns out that it's just...well...me. I fear being happy. That comes from childhood and serious major lies and disappointments. You would think at this age I could get a grip on that but most of the time I'm really afraid of happiness. Imagine me talking about happiness with my head down and in a whisper in case the gods hear me and shoot me a wake-up kick in the ass. Imagine someone telling a table full of people that they never had a car accident. I would have to clamp my hand over their mouth and make them say sorry out loud three times. That's just asking for a Karmic slap in the head. So along with being finishing challenged, I'm superstitious. Gad...color me hopeless.

Back to the stars- in making them I rounded up all the fat quarters I could find in the Closet of Shame and realized that over the course of the last year I have dramatically reduced the fat quarter stash to nearly nothing(again..settle down you) Not that I don't have any. There are many of them but not the ones in a packet from Keepsake. I used to save them for the illusive shrouded-in-fog someday. Now I find that I have used and given so many as gifts that there is not only a dent in the stash but a gaping hole where all my interesting fabric used to be. Horrors! I could have belonged to Judy Laquidara's stash busting group and I didn't even know it. I may try to alleviate this sad situation soon by visiting places on trips and re-stocking the stash while trying to avoid the family drama. The only thing there to ponder is how low I will hide my head in shame and whisper.. Yippee!

As an after thought I wanted to answer the comments about having a cook-it is the best and he's very good at it. He worked his way to a Masters Degree in Engineering in a delicatessen. His potato salad alone makes me swoon-not to mention him

Libby made a comment about having wanted pen pals as a kid. She's right. This reminds me of that very thing. It's very much like having pen pals and in so many places-blogging is very much fun.

Random weekend thoughts

2008-04-27T11:33:00.000-07:00

I hate to keep showing the same boring thing but the madder and red colored blocks are what I'm up to right now. I need to find a large space to lay out the Lavender Passion blocks for sewing and I just can't find one that I can leave things laid out for a couple of days. The hearts above are one of the first things I made and they are...da, da, dah...applique. That was probably 15-16 years ago. There was this company that you could buy pre-cut squares of multiple fabrics by a company. It was kind of a crap-shoot in terms of getting what you wanted but back then there were no Packets of 5 inch squares in one line. The end result was that I got some nice pieces to use in mini paper pieced blocks and I still have the many ugly squares that I never used still hanging around. At that time I was discovering what I liked best to do and hadn't tried applique. My eyes were a lot clearer than now so I think I did a pretty good job. Always keeping in the back of my mind my grandmother shaking her finger at me for poorly done stitching. I made the applique hearts by ironing them onto freezer paper(ouch-nothing like steaming ones fingers a bunch) and the other method I used was to sew them to used dryer sheets-slit the back and turn them them applique them down. Lots of prep work. The quilt I donated to Quilts of Valor was all done this way. I sewed those blocks while my friend's husband was in intensive care and I watched her kids. This one was made with left over blocks and is only wall hanging size.

I'm making the stars for a birthday gift for a friend. First I put together 4 blocks and then I thought better of it and am now enlarging it to nine blocks. I should say I'm thinking of enlarging it. Why is it that I don't think a sweet little 4-block mini is enough. This is how I get in trouble and bogged down.

On a pleasant note, I received a very nice comment from a lady whose name is un-clear to me but I think she is a patron of the Library and knows my best buddy Terry, who works there. I hope she knows how very nice it is to have someone say such kind things. Many thanks to her and, in fact to everyone who is kind enough to leave a comment. You all make my day much brighter. I can't get over how cool it is to get comments from all over the country and, even such far away places as Japan and Italy. What a hoot! I always think of what I would do if I won the lottery- I'd try to visit everyone, everywhere. Don't panic people...I haven't bought a lottery ticket for years so you're all safe....for now that is.

My husband made the most delicious BBQ ribs last night for dinner and I think my BIL Bob is getting take-out for tonight so I'm free of cooking for today. This may be as good as it gets!

mmmmNaan & random thoughts about 60

2008-04-23T08:25:00.000-07:00

Still working on the stars I showed yesterday so not much else to show that's quilty.

I found this old photo of our Main St. from the early 1900s. It's a bit narrower now and the trolley doesn't run anymore but that left side looks a lot like the picture. The trolley lines are still there. They think it gives the village a quaint look. They're right.

I'm probably the last one to the party about Naan but I recently made some pizza on it and it's really good. I blatantly lifted the pic from on-line images I found so...sorry, All things Naan. It comes in flavors like garlic and whole wheat as well but for me, I like mine straight. Load it up with anything you would put on pizza dough and in to the oven for 10 minutes at 400 or so. Check on the time-I'm not positive. It's very delicious and the naan is about personal pizza size, two in a bag so perfect for us.

Regarding yesterdays entry about the blueberry bush/tree or whatever it decides to be. My husband made me laugh by telling me that at first he was going to document it's re-birth from first green shoot to leaf to flower to bee on flower to the single blueberry being plucked and eaten by either squirrel or bird at perfect ripeness. It's a heartbreaking saga and would undoubtedly play out exactly that way around here. The wildlife rules the yard. It would only have made him sad, what with Roger being the real blueberry lover around here. The way I am about apple trees(well, fruit trees in general)he is about blueberries.

Last night I finished reading the last chapter in a book by Nora Ephron called "I Feel Bad About My Neck". I've been a sort of Ephron fan for a long time. Ever since she wrote "Heartburn", the story of her crumbling marriage to Carl Bernstein many years ago. She has since made a really good life for herself and is the writer of such movies as "Sleepless in Seattle", "Michael", "Silkwood", "When Harry Met Sally" and she wrote the screenplay for the movie of her own book, "Heartburn". I really liked that movie and the book and it confirmed what many had said for years about Carl Bernstein-he was a dog...a dirty low-down dog. Who better to play him than Jack Nicholson. Anyhoo...the last chapter in this small book is a short memo about turning 60. For heaven sake don't buy the book-it's $13. and really not worth it except for that last piece. Since I was born in 1948(gaaaad)I will be 60 all too soon. Some of what she says regarding 60 is in-your-face and makes you think too much but there is a part about denial which fits me to a T. 60...who me???? Another part I liked was , even though it's stating the obvious, that this is the time in our lives when we shouldn't worry about pisant stuff. Like in her case, the cost of a special bottle of bath oil. She asks us, do you really think it will be in our last thoughts on earth how much we spent on that bath oil? Well, that kind of where I'm coming from lately. I am blessed to be able to have the life I do. My husband reminds me all the time that I should be good to myself. Go Ahead and get it. That's his mantra a lot of the times. What am I waiting for? The Golden Years? Hello! They're here now. These moments are golden-right now. That's kind of what has possessed me lately to use the fabric I have stashed in The Closet Of Shame. I had so many fat quarter packs that I was saving for who knows what and guess who has only one quilt hanging on her wall in the whole house????? memememe. Dumb, really dumb. Who knows what will happen in the years to come. Use it up and find some more if it gives you pleasure. (Note, if you could see Roger now he's probably wiping his head with a handkerchief and clutching his heart and wallet)

I must stop sounding like the crabby old broad who will hit you with her cane if you annoy her. I'm really a happy person most of the time. Maybe I should look for a cane now just for fun though. I think we have some from my MIL Dot around somewhere. I can think of some people who could use a good whacking and since I would only be carrying it for effect and due to my daily treadmill work-outs, I could probably run pretty fast now. That sounds like a real pick-me-up. Whacking! yes sir, that's the ticket.

Look out behind you and for Pete sake keep it moving!

Oh my stars!& imaginary blueberries

2008-04-22T10:38:00.001-07:00

First I have to say thanks to Roger for the new header. He was kind enough to make it for me last week and even sweet enough not to be cranky when I asked for a change in font over the weekend. Above you will see Roger's blueberry bush....what's that you say....what blueberry bush? Well truth be told we got it last spring and it never went anywhere and then the only flowers it got were during the wrong season and while it was in the basement-where there are no bees to pollinate it's darling self. When fall rolled around it had been attacked by squirrels and fat little doves and what tiny branches it had were bent and broken. He left it out all winter thinking we would throw it away with the spring trash. Funny thing, nature. It got leaves and started to look green a few weeks ago. We'll see what happens now. I did see some bees out there over the weekend. It was great to see honey bees at any time. They were playing in the pansies. Happy little bees-glad to see ya!

These blocks are paper pieced and just like eating chips, you can't do just one. They are addictive. I've always wanted to make a mini with this type of block and so now I am on the way to having one.Most of these fabrics are from the Historic Keepsake Quilting Medley of the month collection I have been saving for who knows what. A lot of them are Civil War repros.

The weather is fabulous out. Sunshine and flowers. No complaints except a few sneezes and coughs from the pollen.

I ordered some things from Land's End. What a great company they are. So far from HoP service it's amazing. Helpful people on the phone and Hey! Did you know that you can get everything you order in a box at once!! Me neither. On that note, Friday the FedEx guy dropped off another roll of thread form youknowehere. Yes, that's right. One roll of thread in a FedEx bag. The gifts just keep coming.

Hope you have a sweet afternoon. I'm off to the treadmill and then back to the mighty Viking to see more stars.