Friday, March 03, 2006
Flower gardens in March...
are pretty pitiful, here, but I did see some lovely golden crocus above ground, this morning. Finn, here are the 9 GMFG blocks that I have finished. I bought enough chubby 1/8s and fat quarters to do almost 12 more. My blocks are not near so tiny as Lucy's- whose pieces are smaller than her thimble. These pieces finish out at about 1 1/2." Small enough for me, my eyes start to cross as it is. I can do one block in an evening- that includes frequent staring off into space and such nonsense as that. Not that I do one an evening. They also make a great, very small, take along project. I am hoping to finish this for our first grandchild- yes, I'm slow, slow. I am surprised at how difficult it has been to find fabric with tiny flowers on it. I remember when that was about all the quilter had to choose from- tiny flowers(calicos) and solids. Now the scale is larger than ever, but I am enjoying the hunt. I am planning on using blue for all the centers- repeats are fine. Different yellows in the first round of petals and then assorted flower prints in the final round of petals. I was hoping to put a bug(butterfly, dragonfly, bumblebee, lady bug) of some sort in every flower, but now I realize that I was narrowing the field too much. Thinking I'll set them in a nice leafy green- maybe literally a leafy green.
I bought this little book at an antique store, today. The cover was so sweet, I couldn't resist. Finn, I know how you like vintage things. This is circa 1933. The little girl reminds me of pictures I've seen of my MIL- who would have been about the same age as that Little Red Riding Hood. She is going into a nursing home, tomorrow. It is such a sad time for all of us. They call it "rehabilitation," nowadays. What does that word mean and where does it come from, I wonder? To be "re-" anything, one would assume you were already there. "habilitated." But you know, I think there are some places you can't go back to. I guess it's a way of being hopeful. And you never do know, do you?