Actually, you don't see the results.
Wednesday, August 23
Actually, you don't see the results.
Tuesday, August 8
Since I ranted and raved about really stupid, petty crap, I guess I should tell the entire world (all two people on the planet who might read this) the good things about that poor man I torment on a daily basis.
He's patient. One of the most patient people on the planet. He hasn't throttled me as I may have deserved frequently, he puts up with his father (any bitching about him is completely deserved and unregretted and I will not go there), has allowed me to overun our home with too many dogs, all of whom he loves dearly. He patiently times my machine for me, fixes me a cold iced tea whenever I do something stupid outside in the heat, and even planted the lavender crepe myrtle in the front yard this afternoon, something I'm pretty sure he didn't really want to do.
He's also kind and thoughtful and generally pretty good about keeping promises. He doesn't drink to any excess, doesn't run around and do really stupid stuff that get him in trouble, isn't bad to waste lots of money, and is in all ways a rather decent fellow to have in an emergency. I don't know why he puts up with my bad-tempered self, but he does, and it's more than a gift.
Thursday, July 20
Mini rantings, not at all quilty or fiber-y or creative in anyway.
Tuesday, July 11
The Quilters Last Will & Testament
Being of sound mind (a statement which does not bear close examination), I, Fishquilts do hereby record my last will and testament. Knowing that Furball, my husband hasn't the least appreciation for, or for that matter, knowledge of my extensive fabric collection, which collection is suitably deposited in sundry places for safe keeping. Knowing also that Furball has already notified the local dumpster to pick up and dispose of the before-mentioned collection "willy-nilly" (the thought of which causes me a most severe case of hives). Therefore, I do will this collection and all other collections related to it, to my dear friend and fellow fabric preservationist, Terry.
It is my wish that she/he, upon hearing of my death and obtaining clear proof that I did not manage, although goodness knows I tried, to take it with me, would come to my home post haste, before the dumpster, and search out my collection which is similarly stored at her own abode. That she should rescue said collection and stack it in my quilting studio, along with my sewing machines, frames, old buttons, lace, patterns, quilts, dolls and works in progress. After she/he has done this, she/he should purchase refreshments for my friends not yet departed, which friends are also her/his friends, and every last one shall be in that room and they shall hold a wake and say lovely and kind things about me until they run out and then they shall divide amongst themselves, by lot, my wonderful collection. I shall be hovering over that very spot until this is done.
Terry shall then quit this spot and close the door, leaving trivialities to those who do not understand.
This is my wish on the matter.
Date: 11 July 2006
Friday, June 30
STashbuilders Round and Row Robins
These are finally finished and heading home today.
This is Brenda's round robin, which I just put the final border onto. I spent all day yesterday working on putting this border on, which was cut and sewn several days ago. I managed to perfectly miter the first two corners without any problems at all, but the final corners did not work. I took them apart four times and kept trying again. Finally, I gave up.
Here (above) you can see what I did instead. I cut the darned corners off (okay, that sounds easier than it was too, because I actually had to carefully pick apart every seam and they don't come apart that easily) and applied corners from the background fabric matching from the section that seemed to match the best. You can't tell easily, but the material fades from a nearly black to a light grey with little gold stars though it. I managed to mostly match the colors so that the background changes colors several times throughout the border.
And this is Nancy's row robin. I added the top row, which isn't all that complicated but I thought was pretty neat and works well in this peice. I think it works well at any rate, but I suppose others may or may not disagree.
And that is the bulk of the quilty work for the month of June. I suppose it's time to begin the projects for July and August.
Monday, June 26
The Great Birthday Quilt Marathon
The great Birthday Quilt marathon has ended. I spent today -- all of today -- making this.
It only measures approximately 45 inches square, but considering that it began life today as a pile of 18 untrimmed happy blocks and some scraps, and ended the day as a finished, quilted and bound birthday present, I feel pretty good about it.
The binding is a wild multicolored green that came from Hancock's 50% off section. I got two packs of it and it just made it all the way around with maybe 8 inches to spare.
Close up. You get to see the machine blanket stitching on the aplique. I can't spell that word. At any rate, the quilting was done in about two hours, and I even made hubby get involved in that part. It was actually somewhat amusing to watch him terrified that the big machine was going to jump off and bite him. However that got boring very quickly, and so I chased him off and got on with it. There is no real rhyme or reason to the quilting, except that it's vaguely a heart-shaped vine pattern, and it fills the quilt. I thought about feathering the inner border, but that would have taken far too long and I really wanted to finish this today.
The back. Some cool brown paisley I picked up today at Hancock's when I went in for the binding. It was off the $2 a yard table, and I bought it all. Thankfully, there was a bit left over. Darn, I wonder how that happened?
Friday, June 16
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
"Bodo begins shouting, below the stage at the left."
-- From "Always Coming Home," by Ursula K. LeGuin