Saturday, February 25, 2006

Puce...
What kind of color is called puce? Well, you're lookin' at it! This quilt is one of those hideous quilts that was made by a poor distant relative... ok, I can tell you're not buying it. I confess... I made the ugliest quilt on the planet. But, but, but...I had help. It's all Sarah's fault. She is the one who gave me the ugliest fabric on the planet, so how could anything good come from that? She knows how "thrifty" I am. You give me fabric, I must quilt. It's that simple. I mean, I don't have a built-in mechanism that says things like, "This fabric is simply horrid. I can't bring myself to work with it." I've tried doing that, but as my DH says, I'm just too ornery. I have to try. And while it is true that ugly quilts can keep you just as warm as pretty quilts, it's extremely difficult to keep them in the dark all of the time, "John, how many times have I told you to keep that quilt hidden until sunset? Sheesh!" But I have ways of getting even with kids who carelessly wound my pride by outing a quilt in broad daylight where anybody could see it- you should see the ugly quilt I made for John!! bah-ha-ha-ha (From more ugly fabric that came from... you guessed it! And she calls herself my friend!)

And while I'm confessing and airing my dirty laundry... you won't believe what I did last night. As most of you know, I have been having trouble sleeping, lately. I was concerned about Eva, and while your head says, "let it go," your heart sometimes has other ideas. So I got over that hump and I slept like a log, Thursday night- ok, a log that awakens every hour, on the hour, but I fell right back to sleep, so I considered it a success. Well, last night I was awakened at 3am by a peculiar noise. Over my head. It sounded like a cat playing with a bead. Great. The kids let one of the barn cats slip into the house when we got home. I'm so sleepy, I just stumble out of bed to get the cat (started purring right away, weird as they are usually stand-offish) and put it back outside where it belongs. Oddly, there was another barn cat sitting in the door wanting in- figured he missed his buddy... well, his buddy starts hissing and being all aggressive- I can't figure that out because they are very close. Then, I get this sinking feeling... Moira- Grandma's cat, is missing. I just threw Grandma's cat out into the cold. She stays in Grandma's room, but she had found a way to escape... oh dear, I called her and called her, but she wouldn't come back. Well, who could sleep after that? I felt so bad... slept like a baby. Opened the door, this morning, and she was waiting to come home. Shew. I don't think Grandma missed her. I really think the fact that Grandma had to go to the hospital, today, is completely unrelated.

10 comments:

teelduo said...

I am not quite sure you should call them ugly quilts. Maybe you should call them Steel Mill quilts or coal mining quilts. They are hard working but not all that pretty! LOL

So well, ya gonna tell us the rest of the story? Why did grandma go to the hosptial and is she ok??

love you

Sarah said...

OK, so I am so excited to see that you have a new post, until I start reading it and see how many times my name is taken in vain! I still don't know why you think the puce quilt is ugly. Miss you!

Finn said...

Actually I rather ilke what ou did with that challenge..*VBS* It's interesting to look at..and I like that. About the rest, well, here's a big hug for everything that needs one ((((HUGS)))))

Isobel said...

Some would say, there is no such thing as an ugly quilt but I am sure that Nicholas would tell you that each thing in this world has an ugly version. When he was very small and rode on the truck with his Dad, he would close his eyes when approaching a certain house and ask to be told when they were past it. He said it was so ugly that it hurt his eyes to look at it. This quilt truly does not hurt my eyes. Good job, Nina

Laurie Ann said...

I like this quilt! You are entirely too hard on it. :) Glad the cat got back in safely. You must have a lot of people living in your house!!

Patti said...

I've seen ugly quilts - and that quilt does NOT fit! It's just not your colors!

Do you know the definition of puce? It's the color of flea's blood! I only know this because at time's I become addicted to reading Regency novels, and puce was a common color in the very early 1800's. We even had "puce siteings on a reading list I was on. Puce was the color of old women's dresses. Your post brought back memories and chuckles.

Darcie said...

***I felt so bad... slept like a baby.***

OK, Nines. I had to LOL with this one! But then I started thinking...and my babies were terrible sleepers! No matter...hope you had a good night's sleep!

Hope your MIL is allright.

Tropical Screamer said...

I've been back to visit the quilt several times and I still think it's very pretty.

When I look at quilts I see someone sitting and working with their hands creating something where just a pile of fabric was before.

How can anything with that much love inside and good thoughts be ugly?

And I held my breath until I read the cat was back in safely. Tigger has never set foot outside since I got him. I'd be frantic if he went outside.

Hugs and I hope your grandmother is OK.
Darilyn

Peni said...

I don't think it's ugle either. I was amazed at your color genius when I first saw it...and didn't feel a bit guilty about putting some of that puce mix leftover you handed down into one of your boy's quilt tops. :)

You're just having a puce...pukey...few days. Here's to better ones, honey!

Holly said...

I like puce :) I've always liked those unpopular colors, though. Is something wrong with me? Haha. Great job on the quilt.