I've been doing a lot of hand applique this past week. I have been doing a block of the month for a client. I began it last year and discovered I really enjoy doing hand applique in the middle of winter. It is a great way to still be working while not moving 5' from the wood stove. I started on it earlier than expected this year thanks to last week's power outage.
The devastation of wind-downed trees is quite sad and impressive. I am always in awe at the raw power of mother nature when in a mood. We did lose several trees on our property. Out back, the top of huge Blue Spruce came down and took out a Ponderosa pine and large aspen.
I've got Sid arranging another quilt for me at the moment. Our brains work quite differently and we try to use that to our advantage. He excels at creating chaos while I still try to find some kind of order even in a crazy quilt. This quilt is a memory t-shirt quilt for a woman to give her daughter for Christmas. The daughter is quite an accomplished runner with lots of track shirts. Sid is composing the crazy quilt look for the top and then he'll dye the backing too. I get to sit here and write to you folks about it. At some point, he'll announce he's done and go outside to blacksmith. That's when I'll get up and sew it all together into a top.
It is the time of year to remember how blessed we all are. I am continually thankful for all those who have helped me get this far in life. I am thankful for all those that love me and accept my love in return. I wish everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving week!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Crazy Week
It's a good thing I was feeling caught up last week. It enabled me to say, "Sure I'll do a cake and cater a wedding for complete strangers with 6 days notice for 11/11/11!" All I can say is that people are funny and YES, I am quite a sucker. The wedding went wonderfully from all reports and everyone loved the food.
I am quite exhausted right now. It was seriously windy last night. The wind has not been bad for a few years now so the newcomers did not even have a clue as to what wind might be. All the area gulches lost power for about 12 hours because of downed poles. We had one tree go down. As Sid drove to town, he saw lots of trees down and lots of people wandering around outside looking for things that they left out last night. Sid got to explain to these newcomers about the Wind Gods up here and their demands for sacrifice. Our hatches were battened down and it still felt like we might loose a roof or 2.
I remember the first wind we experienced many years ago. It was shortly after moving up to the mountains and we had a very sleepless night. (That house really rocked and swayed) We headed off for work the next day and came upon some tin roofing somewhere in the driveway. My husband & I both turned around to see if our new rental had a tin roof. Luckily for us, the roof was shingled. We certainly had a good laugh until we realized that someone else was in need of new roofing.
There are many of us up here who can cuss a blue streak and put many a pirate to shame. The absolute worst cuss word around these parts though is a 4 letter starting with W---. Mention that one word and you will get all the locals riled up. I'll talk to you all in January about our other 4 letter swear word that rhymes with tow.
I am quite exhausted right now. It was seriously windy last night. The wind has not been bad for a few years now so the newcomers did not even have a clue as to what wind might be. All the area gulches lost power for about 12 hours because of downed poles. We had one tree go down. As Sid drove to town, he saw lots of trees down and lots of people wandering around outside looking for things that they left out last night. Sid got to explain to these newcomers about the Wind Gods up here and their demands for sacrifice. Our hatches were battened down and it still felt like we might loose a roof or 2.
I remember the first wind we experienced many years ago. It was shortly after moving up to the mountains and we had a very sleepless night. (That house really rocked and swayed) We headed off for work the next day and came upon some tin roofing somewhere in the driveway. My husband & I both turned around to see if our new rental had a tin roof. Luckily for us, the roof was shingled. We certainly had a good laugh until we realized that someone else was in need of new roofing.
There are many of us up here who can cuss a blue streak and put many a pirate to shame. The absolute worst cuss word around these parts though is a 4 letter starting with W---. Mention that one word and you will get all the locals riled up. I'll talk to you all in January about our other 4 letter swear word that rhymes with tow.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Quilting & Recycling
I managed to get all the quilts I needed to done on time. My reward to myself is that I now get to go through all my clothes. Not much of reward, huh? They've gotten out of hand over the past year. I'll admit, I am a bit of a pack rat. Not too bad, but I definetely hold on to things longer than I should. As a quilter, going through the closet is really difficult.
I start off all gung-ho, everything not worn must go! Then, I find they only go as far as the studio. After all, I got the clothes because I loved the fabrics. I'm sure I can make (and will!) make them into something. Now, I graduated from making quilts out of any old thing years ago. Yet I still have boxes full of old clothes waiting to be given a new life.
It's a funny habit, this fabric hording. I guess the clothes boxes aren't nearly as bad as the one box my husband spied while moving years ago. He momentarily stopped my forward motion to the storage unit with a box actually labeled "Scraps Too Small To Use". He asked if that was what was really in the box. I replied "Yep!" and kept walking to the storage unit.
What's the silliest scrap of fabric any of you have saved? come on, you can safely admit it to this fabric pack rat.
I start off all gung-ho, everything not worn must go! Then, I find they only go as far as the studio. After all, I got the clothes because I loved the fabrics. I'm sure I can make (and will!) make them into something. Now, I graduated from making quilts out of any old thing years ago. Yet I still have boxes full of old clothes waiting to be given a new life.
It's a funny habit, this fabric hording. I guess the clothes boxes aren't nearly as bad as the one box my husband spied while moving years ago. He momentarily stopped my forward motion to the storage unit with a box actually labeled "Scraps Too Small To Use". He asked if that was what was really in the box. I replied "Yep!" and kept walking to the storage unit.
What's the silliest scrap of fabric any of you have saved? come on, you can safely admit it to this fabric pack rat.
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