See? Sarah was jesting about orange mumus...

and I just have to show what I was working on last week. I decided to let Sarah's quilt simmer in my "stewdio"- I think that's Dawn's saying, and I love it. I dug out some fabric from my stash and started Bargelloing. You see, I had a dream about a quilted jacket, and I had to see it through. "I just don't remember it being this orange." That's a line from "While You Were Sleeping," since Tonya just watched it. Well, it's not as bad as it looks- at least that's what I keep telling myself. It was just dark in my livingroom, tonight, and the camara is notorious for underexposing and it makes the colors look darker than they are. Most of what looks black here is, actually, burgundy and green. really. I am planning on making the shearling jacket pattern.

I made two panels like the one on the couch for the sleeves. The panel with several waves in it will be the back and the one with the dip in the middle, I am planning to use for the front (It's upside-down in the picture, as I think it'll definitely be more slimming the other way!) I am going to quilt the panels before I cut them out. I made them plenty big so that I can wash and shrink it - several times. I want it to be soft and wrinkled. Like an old quilt. (Isn't there a Dolly Parton song about that?) I do plan to use tailer's chalk and outline the basic pattern on the panels before I quilt them- I don't want to spend hours quilting in Darcie's little stones only to find out that I put them in the armpit! The weird "cross-section of cells" fabric is for the lining and the collar. (Judy- I used 5 1/2 yards of fabric in the bargello, alone.) I mentioned to DH that maybe this is just a phase I am going through. When he asked for clarification on what "this" was, I said, "quilting." He about fell over, laughing. I have been thinking that I am unsure about how quilting fits into my life. I'm not sure if it is an escape- when I feel overwhelmed, a comfort- to help me through rough patches, or an embellishment- a way of expressing myself. But you know, I think it is different things at different times. And all of those things at the same time. The last quilted jacket I made was three years ago- seems hard to believe. And ok, I made 14 jackets that winter. They were those Just Jennifer jackets. Mindlessly slapping on patches of fabric. Around and around. No pressure and you really couldn't mess one up. And I loved them. I kept three and gave the rest away. But they don't "fit" anymore. Literally or figuratively. Those jackets expressed who I was then, but I'm ready to move on.. but man oh man.. I can't imagine what I'll be thinkin' about this one in three years!

I'm in Batik Heaven...
Can you see me dancing a jig? Actually, it's more like that little boogie dance you see football players doing in the endzone. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, Nina's a happy, happy camper. I have been eyeing this panel for some time- let's not bring ugly words into it like "covet" and "lust." I've been eyeing. That is all to which I'm confessin'. This is a hand-painted batik. Ain't it just lovely, lovely? Cost the earth, but so worth it. The top pic is of the front, but I had to show the back, 'cause that is gorgeous, too. It is about 45" long and 18" wide, and you know I'm gonna piece around it. With more batiks. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Of course, those of you in warmer climes may not appreciate how wonderful a warm afternoon in Polynesia sounds. I'm sitting in my chair with two quilts over my lap, looking at my fake fire, dreaming of being warm. I can just about get there, looking at my newest acquisition. Can I say what a shameless hu...human-being I am? It's true. I feel not the least bit of guilt over my stash. A niggle? Nope, nada. I have loved textiles all my life. I can't figure out why I should feel bad about that. Of course, it helps when you are, let's say, fiscally-challenged. Getting too much stuff is not so much a problem. On the other side, you can become a charity case and recieve everybody else's guilt-ridden stuff. And that's all good, because I don't feel compelled to keep it just 'cause dear old great aunt Ethel didn't have the time, inclination or good taste to deal with it. I pick the very best and send the rest to a better home than mine. Hey, it's like that French woman diet. Ever hear about that one? French women aren't fat because they know how to pick only the very best for themselves. They don't pig out on mediocrity, they dine fine on gourmet cuisine. Yep, that's what I'm doing with my newest batik. Yum-yum.

As you can see...
It is a very pretty quilt. Sarah's thought was that I could put feather wreaths in the plain blocks, but they seem to kinda... dangle out there... all alone... it's just sad. Any thoughts from the professionals? And it's gotta be simple 'cause this is me you're talking to, here. I tried a feather meander in the other blocks. Blech! That's what I spent all evening removing. The fabrics are plenty busy, but I don't know what could enhance it without distracting from the cool overall pattern that the log cabin blocks make, together. I could really use some input. Thanks!

Camoflage doesn't seem to work in the livingroom...
I can still see them, can you? These are just a few of the men in my life. DS Joe, DH Bill, DS Dan, and DS Jacob. For some reason, which they have tried to explain to me, but have somehow failed to convey, they love getting up at 2:30am and standing in the bitter cold all day. Sometimes they bring home some meat. DS Dan(14y) is one of those naturals who always brings home something to put in the freezer. On his first hunt when he was 12, he got a 10 point buck. Joe(15y) is laid back and just loves getting out in nature and I never hear him complain that he hasn't bagged anything, yet. He is always game to go, so he is still hopeful. This was DS Jake's(12y) first year, and he was just thrilled somebody got something. He loves smoked venison. Dan got a small buck, this year and glory, glory, they skinned it and processed all the meat themselves!! I can't tell you what a milestone this is!! And they loved it. I don't know who is more thrilled- them or me. They got to "play" with sharp knives and I got to sleep in. It was good all around. (It started as a rough day and just kinda kept rolling in that direction. First, it was very cold the night before, and that brings in the critters. Mouse chewed through the electric cord to the fridge/freezer. A simple solution with a handyman husband, but when water started spewing out all over the kitchen from the dishwasher-new- even he was stumped. Turns out the mouse was hungry and chewed through the drain hose. Can you believe that? When you live in the middle of nowhere, I guess you look like an easy target to the little furry creatures. I'll share my skunk in the house! story some time. Well, DH was sick, so it would have to wait until he got to the hardware store. Not a big problem. DS Joe cleaned up the mess- did I mention what an angel he is? Unfortunately, some one accidently closed the door to the dishwasher, which starts it automatically. Another big mess.... And I started work on quilting a quilt of Sarah's and messed up. It wasn't so much a mess up as I just wasn't feelin it. I don't care for darker thread than fabric. It looks like someone drew on the quilt. But I was running low on the color I preferred... Should have just skipped it, ordered the new thread and waited. Instead I got to spend three hours picking stitching out. Not my favorite pastime. But I love Sarah, so it was worth it. I just don't know how to quilt her quilt. I'll post a picture of it and get your opinion. Thus ended my...difficult... day. )

Xmas quilt #1, done.



I finished the quilt for my friend- who has three cats. Judy would be pleased as it is all fabric from my stash with a few contributions from someone else's. I haven't been out of the house in four days, so I decided to just make do with what I had. The backing was a bit shy so I just filled in with some of the wonky house leftovers. Funny thing about the wonky houses... took me a couple tries to get it right as I was trying to figure out how to elongate them to be the same size as the cat blocks. Finally got it right, I think. The houses were made from little leftover bits from my friend Tanya's stash. Even the binding is made from three different fabrics. Gives a whole different meaning to scrap quilt. The batting was even leftovers. Reminds me of Thanksgiving dinner! Lots of leftovers. The quilt is flannel front and back, so I hope it isn't too warm for the Pacific Northwest. Can't wait until Sarah gets back from her travels so that she can tease me about it being way too traditional for me. But it isn't for me, it's for my friend Kelli. I can be traditional if I want to be. Ok, I am sooooo over it. Where's my batiks?

Intergalactic laws concerning...
Pie making. I'm sure there is one 'cause making only one pumpkin pie just doesn't seem right, somehow. It doesn't matter how many other pies I need to make. Or how many desserts can be eaten without making the family ill. Yep, it's always two pumpkin pies. Well, DS #3 says he'll eat one for me. But DS #2 adores anything apple, so we had to make an apple pie for him. That was easy, as we had already canned about 40 quarts of apples this summer. Oh, and it's square 'cause who would ever need more than three pie pans? I used to use a quich dish for the apple pie as that seems to be the favorite among the kids. But I broke it. There was still some pie crust dough left in the bowl...and I hate to waste all that work... OK, a chocolate-pecan pie. That's all. Then DH asks if I'll make a chocolate cake for him. I had planned to make fudge... "Chocolate cake or fudge?" "Yes" stupid question. How could I refuse when he is working in my laundry room putting in shelves when I know he'd rather be out tromping through the woods... read that, sitting silent as the grave in the woods, hunting. And he doesn't ask for much, just chocolate cake and fudge. Blech. Notice how big the cake is with the buttercream frosting? That's how DH likes it- a proper cake/frosting ratio of 2-1. But then DS #4 doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, and would it really be a holiday without his favorite Chex mix? Better triple the batch, 'cause there are 11 people to consider. See, Sarah? Just a quiet day home with the family. Then there is the home-made cranberry sauce, the dressing, fried corn from Grandfather's stash, and we have to have yeast rolls and grean beans-I'm sure I am the only living American who doesn't like that green bean casserole. I'll have mine plain, thank you. Then there has to be mashed potatoes and gravy- don't you think that gravy deserves it's own food group classification? The little girls in my family like steamed peas and carrots, and I am baking a couple sweet potatoes- just plain. That's my attempt to keep things simple, this year. Hilarious, I know. Have I mentioned how much I like to cook? I don't think Thanksgiving should center around food, but I do want all of the kids to know that I want to make the day special for each of them. DS #2 says he doesn't remember ever seeing "so much foily goodness."

I talked to Sarah, a couple days ago- while she is in Arkansas, with the in-laws. (Speaking of in-laws, I would absolutely love a little insight into maintaining good relationships with in-laws. Or establishing good relationships with in-laws. I figure Sarah would find the study interesting, herself. I am wondering why it has to be so complicated. How to simplify... I'd really like to hear from those of you who just love their daughters-in-law. "tis the season for making peace and getting along with family. Appreciating differences. And having six sons, myself, well, I'd like to get set straight before it all comes back around to bite me...er...make life difficult.) Sarah is going to be traveling all over the South this week and she is planning on hitting a few quilt shops along the way. I finished her Xmas present. I am so excited and want to share pictures, but I know she'll be snooping. I also made a small (50x65") quilt for another friend. (I think I am settling back into home.) I want to quilt it, first, before I post a picture. I am hoping to get it all finished up before the weekend, so I can mail it to her for her to enjoy it for the season. It started as a panel, and I have decided that I despise them. I cut it all apart and used houses as my alternate blocks- wonkied them per Bonnie. It is also flannel and harder to get the points to come out like I'd like. Well, time to peel those 10 pounds of potatoes and get the rolls started... Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I'm gone for one week....
My DH rents the movie War of the Worlds, and I am coerced into watching it... How does he do that? Did you hear about the time he took me to see Arachnaphobia, for my birthday? I can't breath at the sight of a spider... So tonight's feature film was... disturbing. I won't give it away for those who haven't seen it yet, but it brought back memories of creepycrawlies. So, afterwards, I think that I will sit myself down in front of the computer and catch up with my friends at Quilt Mavericks. Won't that be a nice way to unwind? Ah, now that's like coming home. But wait. Seems there is a murmur of contention among the ranks... Now I can't sleep, 'cause it bothers me when folks can't seem to get along. And I don't even have a clue as to what the story is. But WAIT! As I so often tell the kids, "I don't want to know. Sit down on the couch and work it out like normal human beings." I find this method usually works quite nicely without overly exhausting me or frustrating the daylights out of me over the sheer idiocy of arguing over... something stupid. It was a full moon, last week. That can affect people in weird ways. Makes 'em act...different. (A word of unsolicited advice to those who might be acting out of character. Most people can act polite- like nothing ever happened. In a relatively short amount of time, it will be like it never happened. But my DH is a wise man, and you know what he used to say when we had a disagreement that got ugly?- and yes, it happens, "What can we do to prevent this from happening, again?" 'Cause if you act like it never happened, you'll forget it ever happened, and then, yes, it'll happen again. Yuck. let's not. I don't think I've ever been described as "polite." I tend to be one of those people who are constantly slapping their hands over their mouths with a "did I say that outloud?" look on my face. Now I wonder if anyone ever thinks, "Wow! am I rude or what?" I do know how to keep my mouth shut. Man, it sure is hard sometimes. But, I hate to hear people putting labels on anybody that they don't choose for themselves. Doesn't that seem rude? If I want to be called a quilter, then fine. An artist, then fine. Newsflash. Anybody who creates anything is an artist. A grilled cheese sandwich is a work of art in my book. Yes, if you use some of that fancy sourdough bread and colby cheese, that would be a "prime" grilled cheese sandwich, but when you get down to it, it's still just a cheese sandwich. So let's all be generous and kind, keeping an open mind that maybe we haven't all evolved as far as we might and that maybe, in time, we'll be farther on that side than this. you never know.)

30th Anniversary quilt....
This is a picture of the quilt that my sister and I and our two sisters-in-law made for my parents for their 30th wedding anniversay. They just celebrated their 42nd. It was my sister's bright idea that we all pitch in and make them a quilt. My sister-in-law, Lisa, doesn't sew at all so Laurie handed her the strips and she made all of the log cabin squares. My other sister-in law, Beccie, made all of the stars- she is a very good quilter and does a lot of hand-quilting. Laurie, my sister did all of the victorian-type blocks. She loves anything "tedious" and she handquilted the entire quilt, herself. She did an excellent job. My blocks are the geometric ones in, of course, the warm colors of green and orange, turquoise and yellow. I was the last one to get my blocks done, but I like how they all came together nicely and my parents love it.

For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the sky,
For the love which from our birth,
over and around us lies...

For the joy of human love,

Brother sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth and friends above,

For all gentle thoughts and mild...

Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.

Thank you all so much for your prayers and concern during my father's recent surgery. We came so close to losing him and I am not sure if any of us are over it, yet. My two brothers and my sister all gathered around him on Sunday and as my brother, David, said later this past week, "Sunday was a dream. Monday was a nightmare." David gave such a good sermon on Sunday (on Caleb and being wholehearted) and my other brother, Craig, led the singing. It was all so sublime. Monday, we were left with prayer. I am home now as I needed to be with Will and my sweet children- he is the glue that holds me together. And there is nothing like the love of a child to keep things in perspective and to lift your spirits. My dad is recovering very well. He has some damage, but they never know what that will mean. This picture was of his first meal in four days. You should have heard him, "MMMM..." and that, over hospital food! We are hoping he will be home early this coming week, in time for Thanksgiving. And we have so much to be thankful for- don't we all?

Dear Hubby here... I don't have much time but my better half wanted me to update all concerned with her Father's condition. The doctors did a triple bypass procedure Monday a.m. and two of them failed. They went in and replaced those two again Monday evening. After two good days, he is progressing well. My Better Half says he is off about 80% of everything they had hooked up to him. We thank everyone for your kind thoughts, prayers, and wishes. The recovery road is long, but looks like things are going well. My Sweet wife will be gone at least a few more days, probably longer because help will be needed for quite a while. So please continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers if you don't mind.

I mentioned I didn't have much time. That's because, for reasons I won't try to defend or explain, but seemed logical at the time I had the kids each pick out their own box of cookies for a treat the other day at Wal-mart. We have great kids (mostly of Nina's doing), but they have been so rowdy lately... I hadn't read Nines blog about me watching the kids til today... just another proof of how well that beautiful woman knows me, and how much I need her! Sugar bunnies....I'll remember that next time... DH

Lookie, lookie...
As some of you may know, I am going on a little trip, and will, no doubt, be spending vast amounts of time in hospital waiting rooms. I was thinking of something to bring to work on . I have yo-yo's that I am making for a bedspread, but that can get monotonous. And then there's the UFO applique I started when I was pregnant with Abe- over two years ago, but I'm a bit burned out on that as I have been working on it some, lately. So... I was inspired by Lucy and some others here who actually still handpiece. Sarah is rolling her eyes now 'cause if there is an easy way to do something then I know how and that's the way I do it. But, but, but... I was thinking that there are certain applications that are not conducive to machine piecing. Like inset corners. I have read every word of advice that is out there on the proper way of accomplishing these with a sewing machine, and mine only come out satisfactorily about 30% of the time. And Sarah also knows that that ain't gonna cut it so I don't sew inset seams if I can help it. Well, then I saw these adorable stamp things-by Kate- and figured yep, I could try that. Now I do think they would be helpful in machine piecing also, but they are perfect for handwork, 'cause they give you a cut line and a sew line. How simple is that? No templates and no tracing. I did the inner little flower in no time at all and it came out pretty much perfect, if I do say so myself. I tried to keep what Genny said about enjoying the simplicity of the process and I found it very relaxing sitting in front of my fire (a gas heater) in my rocking chair. I am a bit clumsy at it and I have found that if I stick my tongue out that I make a straighter seam, but I figure these are all kinks that will work out as I practice. Don't worry Sarah, I still don't see myself handpiecing, say, a nine patch. I know someone who is doing that and I just have to tilt my head and wonder, "why?" Now if I can only stop myself from working on this instead of getting the million and one things done that need to be done before I leave the DH alone in a house chock full of children and one invalid. (And yes, he is the dearest, sweetest thing and I know they will miss me, but be just fine while I'm gone.) I think I might "need" to go fabric shopping as I only have enough for three flowers in fabrics that I like. These three were all from Sarah. She has a gift for finding the tiniest, most delicate little flowers and bugs. Blues and yellows in the center two rows and then flowers and/or bugs in the outer. I have blue dragonflies, gold bumblebees and yellow butterflies. And that is what I am thinking I will go with, so...hint-hint... a chubby eighth will do me! I am thinking that I will set them in muslin- a word about muslin. I think it is such a shame that it has fallen out of style. No, it doesn't look very interesting there on the bolt, but it quilts up so beautifully and adds a lot of simple charm to a quilt. And that's my opinion. I think I'll pack the flower garden stuff and carry on the crocheting project- since that won't require scissors. I am making DD a shawl. Well, time to climb Mt. Neverest. That's what we call the laundry around here. Thank you all so much for your prayers on my dad's behalf. He is a very fine physical speciman- so the Dr. says, so I feel confident that he will get through this fine. But like most men, a poor patient. Sorry Dad, but it's true. Anyone who rips off a heart monitor in the cardiac ward... well, you get the picture. Maybe I should ask for prayers for my Mom...

This is my Papa...
Isn't he cute? He is having open-heart surgery, Monday. I think it's quadruple bypass. He had a heart attack when he was only 47, and had a by-pass surgery then. Well, it is 14 years later and he is up for it again. Poor dear! He has some kind of congenital heart disease or something. I am planning on flying to WV on Saturady, to be there for the surgery and to try and distract my mom. I don't know how long I will be staying as I want to make sure they are both settled in at home. I just hate being so far away from them- and I am the closest of my siblings at 6 hours. I care for my ailing and invalid mother-in-law, so it is hard for me to leave her, but what can I do? My dear husband, is so great with the children and I am leaving him with a detailed list of schedules for meds and care and such. You know how some men seem completely helpless around children and the elderly? Well, Bill is not one of them. (Don't you wonder if the whole "I'm so clueless" routine is a put-on to get out of work?;) Of course, he doesn't have any hang-ups about making sure the kids look presentable when they go out or having cake for breakfast, or getting to bed at the same time each night... But I figure that if I'm not with them, how could I be embarrassed and if he wants to feed them cake three times a day... well, he's a strong and tolerant guy, so no doubt the sugar bunnies won't drive him up a wall. No really, he'll do fine. I'm sure they'll be fine. fine...fine...fine...I just won't ask what they were wearing to church...

One For Darcie...
Darcie is often posting these pictures of gorgeous sunrises, so I thought she would appreciate the sunset we had, last night. There are no special effects or anything with the camara- just my old 2 megapixel kodak. The wind was blowing so hard that the sky was constantly changing and swirling. At times like that, it makes me feel so small standing on the edge of the prairie with the sky all lit up like a beautiful quilted bowl. It was incredibly beautiful.

A Quilt for Tonya...aka "slavedriver"...
I'm teasing, and who among us really minds showing quilts- or looking at them? I had blogged about a chair that I had found at a thrift store and this quilt was hanging behind it- to cover up a quilt on the machine that I hated (a client's- who makes a quilt 45"x 97"? One long tall skinny dude.) and Tonya - with the eye of a fellow quilter- honed in on the quilt in the background! Several others have asked about it and I was meaning to take a picture and post it. Just never got to it. So, due to Tonya's heckling, I dug it out and took down the one that was hanging on the wall, and hung this one up to get the picture. Notice where it is hanging? Over my piano. So I am precariously standing on tippy toe to get it up there. Then I look at the piano and... ah man!... now I got to clear it off. It is my DH favorite landing zone for anything he can't deal with right now. You know, spare change, bills, newspapers, nuts, bolts, screw-driver bits, measuring tapes... Got that all put up...ah man!... now I gotta dust. DS, Daniel, suggested that it might have been easier to move the piano! Finally got the picture. Tonya is right, I got the pattern from 101 Rotary-cut Quilts. (Speaking of books, I have only ever bought four. And only used two of them. 101 is my favorite.) I more than doubled it in size and like it pretty well. It was one of the first quilts I had spent any real time on and I have yet to quilt it. I want to be a bit irreverent and put a funky back on it and quilt it with something silly, but then I am having my doubts so it just sits in a plastic tub waiting... I already have a buyer for it if I am so inclined, but I don't want to sell any of my "babies." I like that in The Quiltmaker's Gift. I've given lots of quilts away, but sell them? Well, that's just cold. I get emotionally attatched to anything that's in the house for more than, say, 48 hours!

Another quilt for Tonya...
I found this one at a thrift shop for $4.99. It was a "bit" worn, mostly where it had been folded, and the pummies were popping out in places. It just breaks my heart to see an unloved quilt and the maternal instinct in me wants to take all the little orphans home. So what if they aren't perfect? Who of us are? And I admit to having a certain weakness for the really ugly ones. What's the saying? "Having a face only a mother could love." Now, I thought this quilt was charming- not at all ugly and worthy of being donated to charity. But I'm glad they did. While it isn't precisely pieced, it is all by hand and hand quilted. Not a bad buy! It is light and cheerful and makes a nice spring quilt.

Ever Ready Muffins...
These are great muffins and I thought I would share the recipe with you. I love it because they are super yummy, but also, get this, the batter keeps in the fridge for 6 weeks! Yep, you make the batter and whenever you want muffins, presto, in 15 minutes you have a nice treat for yourself, your family, company, or friends. It's great to have the batter on hand during the holiday season, 'cause there's enough cooking to do and it's nice to offer guests something hot for breakfast when you're not a morning person. They are very moist and taste as good cold as they do hot. really.

First, you mix the following in a large bowl: 15 oz of Raisin Bran (9 cups), 5 cups flour, 3 cups sugar, 1 Tablespoon+2 teaspoons of baking soda, & 2 teaspoons salt. You make a well in the center and add 4 beaten eggs, 1 quart of buttermilk, & 1 cup of oil. Mix and refridgerate overnight.
Now it's ready to bake. I use a scant icecream scoop to fill the greased muffin tins. (Make as many as you like, just return the remaining batter to the fridge for the next time.) Top with a Tablespoon of your preferred topping. Bake at 375* for about 15 minutes. Enjoy!

Toppings: Orange (our favorite) 1/3 cup grated orange peel, and 2/3 cup sugar. We just save our orange peels and throw them into a zip-lock bag in the freezer. I just pop them into the cuisinart and chop them til they're tiny.
Praline: 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/3 cup flour, 1/3 cup butter(melted), 1 cup chopped pecans, 1/2 cup flaked coconut. We keep the prepared toppings in a tupperware container in the fridge.

"Honey!" I holler up the stairs, "Can you come down and take a look at something for me?"
I hear him hop up out of his recliner with an amazing amount of zest for a man who has worked hard all day. "Yeah," he says, "I sure hope that was "code" for something..." "ummm... well, it could be, but can you come and look at a quilt layout for me first." giggle. See how desperate I am when I have to ask a man for an opinion on a quilt. Somehow, he seems like the desperate one, now don't he? I'm working on a quilt for my cousin Alex, who is in his first year of college. His older brother, Nicholas, was our ringbearer in our wedding. Now don't I feel old? Well, they are going to York University in Pennsylvania. Do you think there is any relation to York Peppermint Patties? Hmmm. I can see I'll have to do some googling. At any rate, their school colors are green and white. I made a bear paw for Nicholas and now I am trying to get something together for Alex. It would have been nice to have gotten it done by high school graduation, but, well, I've never managed that and I'd hate for people to say I play favorites. And if I did play favorites these two young men would be at the top of my list. So.... what do you think? Is it guyish enough? I still need to add several more rows to make it big enough, but that was all the room I had on the floor as the other side of the quilting machine was already taken by another UFQ! But that's another story...

A York University quilt for Nicholas...
This is the quilt I made for my ringbearer when he went off to college. My, doesn't time fly? I wanted something in his school colors (green and white) and something masculine. I don't usually have a problem with putting flowers in a guy's quilt. It isn't as if they are wearing it to town... and yet, I didn't figure he wanted to be explaining to all the other students at college how his first cousin, once-removed, thought he was the sweetest little strawberry blonde she had ever seen... So, I think the bear-claw turned out nice and tough.