One queen-size quilt...

two king-size grins! I finally got the last border on this quilt, this morning. I guess I had forgotten why I don't much care for borders- this brought it all back!! But it does add a lot to a rather plain and simple quilt, so I'll probably be doing more borders from time to time. This quilt came from the book, Coffee Time. It was called Caramel Latte. Now how could I resist with a name like that? I had to scrappy-ize it, as that's what I had- scraps. And theirs was caramel, and golden colors... not what I had, so much. Well, I know you can't see much of it, but honestly, even without the children standing on it, I couldn't get back far enough to take a decent picture. I was standing on a chair, as it was. When the weather gets a bit warmer, maybe I'll be able to get the boys to hold it up for me. They'll climb in the back of the truck to keep it from dragging, and that works pretty well. I am excited to get back to the quilting. I've had a nice quiet time, and now I am really feeling like it could be fun to get back into the swing of things. I had a friend tell me that we shouldn't fight the dry spells, creatively, that they are just fallow times. Times to rest and rejuvenate. And, as always, she was right. Much more fun to just coast along and then pick up a project as the spirit moves me. Speaking of moving... I need to get rolling... lots to do!

As you can see, I have a new little girl in my house. Actually, I have 5 new girls and 3 new boys!!! They are staying for a week or so. Each one is cuter than the next and I really couldn't pick a favorite! My kids are just in raptures over their company- now there won't be even the slightest chance of boredom! I am not sure how my friend Mary, their mom, will survive... I know I couldn't, but maybe she will figure out something while her whole family is visiting. She called last night- the children had been gone a total of 3 hours and said that it was an amazing concept that the house was clean and that it would be staying that way until their return! Then, there was some wailing about how that just isn't right! I can't even imagine. Well, I don't guess I'll be having that problem. But they are all good worker bees and I am here to say that the chores were finished in record time, this morning! 16 kids can really get the job done! Ok, so the 1 year old wasn't pulling his own weight, but he sure is adorable. It's nice to have a baby in the house, again. And I'm glad he is sleeping with someone else. Though he did take a nap on my shoulder. How sweet. Sillily, I decided to invite a bunch of friends over, tonight, for a bit of a party... I have made 24 mini cheese cakes and a bunch of cup cakes. I am planning a mixed heritage dinner- cuban and middle eastern. Black beans and rice, flatbread and zahowie, and the boys are wanting corn chips with a layered dip of cheese, avacados, beans, and sourcream and salsa... I am out of black olives, but they don't care for them, anyway. I am thinking I might need to keep the kids under 10 on the upper level and the teens on the lower... logistics in an old farm house. Well, dh Bill will be here, so it's bound to be fun! Got to get the bread in the oven and it's lunch time!

Of Violin Lessons...

blogger ate my picture! Well, maybe I'll find some time later in the day to post that one. I usually just holler "retreat!" if blogger is acting moody on me.

Evabeth and Jacob had their first violin lesson this week. They are both musically inclined- unlike their Mom, so they seem to be really excited about it. Evabeth is quite the taskmaster and has Jacob practicing several times a day. It is so sweet to see these two doing something together. Jacob is 13 and Evabeth is 7 so they don't have opportunity to spend a lot of time together. Jacob says that Eva remembers things better than he does! But Jacob can see and hear mistakes better than Eva- so I think they make a pretty good team. I was expecting some really atrocious screeching from them until they learned a bit more, but I am happy to say that the sounds coming from them are ever so sweet. 1234, 1234, 1234... easy on the ears, so far. Evabeth is anxious to learn the Phantom of the Opera. I tried to encourage her but still let her know that it might be a while. I am amazed by her... no way could she have done this a year ago. We are just so thankful.

Silk Scarves...



I just have to share my great find with you guys! Aren't these silk scarves just luscious? And they are so inexpensive!! (Less than $7) You can find them at www.pearloutdoors.com - just click on the pink girl store button. (Don't let your dh anywhere near the site 'cause it's filled with guy stuff. Or maybe you could find a great gift there for your favorite outdoorsman. hmmm... one stop shopping!) They used to have about 50 colors, but now they are down to only 15 or so- but trust me, they are still all gorgeous. The scarf that is my favorite is color 045 and is called Salmon, but any quilter would say it's copper. They have the reflective quality of silk, but also an organic look to them. And shipping is FREE! Don't you think they'd make great gifts? If you can bear to let one of them go! They are about 20"x60". (My fuschia colored one is 45"wide and 60" long!) I have the copper one wrapped twice around my head. And they look great around your neck and under your coat- and they feel yummy. Sarah, they still have LIME green ones! I think I need to order a few more- to use my paintstiks on! So visit www.pearloutdoors.com and be sure to spend a few minutes learning about the origins of these beautiful silk scarves.

Being goofy and fun...

This is me being goofy and fun. Dh Bill got me these tights for Xmas. I'm not sure what I was supposed to do with purple and black argile leotards... but I wore them with my black silk taffeta skirt and patent leather shoes. Tanya called them my witchy-poo socks and said I belonged on Hocus-Pocus. But I had fun wearing them and I had a good day- for the most part. See what I brought home with me? Beautiful, rich browns and blues. See? It was a good day! (Just to let ya know, I am doing much better. A bit of a fever from inhaling too much...you know... and a knot still lodged in my chest, when I swallow... but I'm feeling really grand, today!) I knew I needed them for a quilt I am hoping to put together. I misguessed the amount I needed- I need 22 blues, and 28 browns. So the hunt continues. And that's the fun part. I kicked out some of these blues- decided they were too dark, and I need them as a light value.

Which brings me to a question... I've noticed lots of resolutions popping up around here, as they do each January, about no fabrics being purchased- ever again. That people have enough fabric to make quilts for the rest of their lives. How can this be possible? So, I did some deeper reading and found that most people consider the B's as acceptable purchases: Borders, Bindings, Backings. And of course, Batting. But this still leaves me in a puzzled state. I was looking through pattern books and most quilts, that I would consider making, require 10-12 yards of fabric- for the top alone! Now do you guys really have that kind of yardage in your stashes? Really? I can understand a few compulsiver shoppers out there- I have that kinda day, myself, sometimes. I was looking at my stash and I am pretty sure I am operating at an all-time high capacity, and I have maybe 5 pieces of fabric that are more than 2 yards. And very few full-yard cuts. Maybe 12. And then, do these fabrics match and go together? Would I actually put them in the same quilt? Not hardly! They are just things that I liked and had to have, but one yard of fabric seems a big investment to me. $9. So I want to spread it out and buy several different pieces instead of just one. The occasional clearance fabric thrown in - they are usually large cuts and I use them as backing. Apparently, the next time I love a particular fabric, I need to buy at least 4 yards. And I don't know if I am ready to go there! But I'll consider it. It seems to make more sense. Now, Sarah sometimes tells me that I put the most unusual colors together and that they still look nice. Well, sometimes I do just make do with what I have. I figure if it's good enough for grandma, it's good enough for me. Keeps things from going all "designer" on me. And I'll say the same thing I said last year, I enjoy buying fabric. I don't go into a quilt shop and walk out with 5 yards of fabric. That just doesn't happen. Once or twice a year I buy enough fabric- all at once- to make a quilt, but then I make the quilt and it is no longer in my stash. And I figure that if I have fabric in my stash for years... well, I expect it'll keep there as well as it does in a quilt, right? I've always considered myself to being luxuriously living, stash-wise, but apparently I have a lot to learn from some of you. But don't you think that life is already so full of guilt? Quilts I want to make for so-and-so, quilts that need quilting, quilts that need binding... I am firmly resolving to not feel guilty over quilts that haven't even jumped out of the hopper just yet!!

It's all in how ya look at it...

Was havin' a good day. We spent the whole of it working on Block of the Month kits. We got almost 4 of them finished. (Can I just reassure you here that if you participate in these, there is no way the quilt shop is making any money off of you!! Unless you are habitually late and you have to pay the $5 every month... but even then I doubt it. So, if you have any extra money to spend in the LQS and you want o help her out and keep her in business, buy something when you stop in to pick up your kit. This has been a public service announcement. Back to our regularly scheduled program.) On my way home from work, I was so hungry, I was shaky. Ever been that hungry? So I decide to stop at my favorite grocery store- that I can't afford to shop at, regularly- and buy a piece of chicken. They make the best fried chicken around and it's my favorite and I figured, "Could one piece really hurt?" I'll cut to the chase and say, yep, one piece...one bite...could kill ya!!! I got choked on the second bite and was in excrutiating pain. Thought a drink of water would help. Nope, couldn't get the water to go down. But I'm breathing, so I do what I always do when I'm in trouble. I head for home. Longest drive of my life!! Apparently, when you're choking real bad, you can't even swallow spit! My console will never be the same. TMI? 30 minutes later, I tear into the drive and dh Bill isn't home!! He's always home before me!! I dash into the house, try to act calm in front of the little ones, squeeze out a smile and ask Dan(15) to think of something. All of them are huddled in the bathroom with me as I am spitting into the toilet and groaning in agony. Clutching my chest and trying not to let on that I think I could die. Finally I catch a little breather and call my Mom and Dad. My dad is a fountain of information. Surely they'll be able to help. So Dan is now pounding on my back and when Dad suggested I jump up and down... well, that's when things got a "little" out of hand. The pain increased 10 fold and I'd just like to say that jumping up and down while choking isn't really a good idea. I couldn't talk anymore and so Dad said to call Bill. Bill pulls into the drive a few minutes later and after a few frantic, and yet trying to sound calm, more phone calls(thanks Sarah) to anybody medicinal and what not, my Aunt Patsy(Uncle Greg's wife) told Bill to take me to the hospital. I was a bit offended when he kept telling everybody we know that I "wolfed down" a piece of chicken!! I did not!! It was just a bite! No wolfing. OK, I was ready to go by then. It had been an hour and a half, 90 minutes, since this had started and I was getting worn out. It's hard to breath through a puddle of your own saliva. Spit spit spit all the way to town. I notice a few miles down the road..."Hey! Who's car is this?" Long story. Bill's broke down in Indy- this one was a rental. Oh, great and an ER bill on top of it! You know they charge you $700 just for walking through the door? I feel so wretched. But finally, I notice I can breath. Deep Breath. I can swallow. Gulp. Mercy! I am cautiously optimistic that something has changed for the good. We drive on into town, I take a sip of Bill's water, yep, it goes down instead of throwing me into a spasm of pain. ahhh.. Now I have to call all those poor souls who helped me out and say I'm OK. I was wailing to my mom, that unlike Bill, I was having such a good day!!!! She says, "Honey, you're alive! I'd say you're still having a good day!!" Well, I guess that's all in how ya look at it, huh?

Now you'd think that would be the end, a happy end, to this rather stupid and yet traumatic event, wouldn't ya? Nope. The BB's complicate things and stress is not a good thing in anyones' life, but especially not in the the lives of my endocrine glands. And in case you didn't know it, that's their purpose, dealing with stress. The little loafers. I feel like I got hit by a Mac truck (why not a Peterbilt or a Freightliner? No, this has Mac written all over it!) So I go to bed and I notice I got the shakes real bad and I'm freezing. It is cold out... but not this cold. And the pain in my sides is worth groaning about. ah, man! Yep. Spilling and spouting Ketones. A bad thing. Gotta up the insulin and that means eating... wondering if I'll ever be able to casually chew my food again! Managed to get a muffin down and take the shot. Shivered for a few more hours until I finally fell asleep. Doing alright this morning- just wondering why it had to be chicken? Why couldn't I choke on something like... liver. I wouldn't mind feeling skittish around liver. But fried chicken? Ah, now that just ain't right. Mom says maybe it's a sign. sigh. Next time you swallow your own spit be very very thankful. it's a blessing. And every day you're alive... It's a good day!

Dontcha think this gloomy day could use a little COLOR ????

Me, too. We need some color in our days. It has rained and rained and rained and in spite of having a potentially lovely view out my quilting room window, it hasn't done much to cheer me. Blah. But looking at these pictures makes me giggle. Goofy kids with their Xmas do-rags, being down-on-the-farm homeys. I was reading somebody's blog about having a hard time being at ease with themselves- especially in pictures- and I hope she stops by to see this! Aren't they being outrageous? But ya know? That's not how they act all the time, thankfully, but it sure is fun when they do! Just goofin' off and having a silly time. Sometimes I need to remind myself that it's OK to goof off and have fun. That I don't need to worry if I'll fail or if some one else will like what I am doing. Add a little color to my days by being silly and fun. I've been completely stymied, creatively, over the past week. Nothing has come out of me worth telling about. I've tried painting and sewing, browsing patterns, and fondling stash- which is always a great way to get the creative juices flowing, and yet, nope. All has been gloomy out there in my shop. Might be trying too hard. So I am going to goof off and be silly and if I don't end up being productive... well, so what? Here's hoping that you have a great day tomorrow- just silly and goofy and full of bright colors!

Up close and personal... one for Harriett