Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Bill's Workshop

For the past week or so, I've been thinking about the FQ pack of A Morris Workshop that I bought months ago when the line first came out.  I've fondled the living daylights out of them and bought some yardage that I found at an amazingly good price, and that's as far as I've come.  I love the fabrics and have had the urge to start my project.  Trouble is:  I don't know what my project is yet!

I wandered around the internet looking for inspiration.  There were some really pretty projects people have made.  Like this one.  And this one.  But they struck me as -- somehow -- angular and I guess I was thinking of something softer.  If you get my drift.  I've thought about Dresden Plates.  Have never made one, purchased the tool last summer, and have seriously considered using this Bundle of Bill for Dresden Plates.  But I'm not sure.

Have you bought this line?  Done something with it?  Do tell!

And while I wait to hear from you, I'm going where I so often go for inspiration, over to Nicole's, to look through some of her past projects and perhaps something there will shout "Bill!" to me.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

A Quilting Day

Well, it wasn't exactly like the picture.  Not on that grand of a scale, at least.  But the same spirit was there.

Yesterday Judy, Honna, and Turbo brought their machines to my house and we spent most of the day gathered around my dining table sewing on our respective projects and breaking mid-day for a group effort lunch.  We each got a lot done:  Turbo, of course, worked on multiple projects and dazzled the rest of us with each of them.  Judy was working on her "bordello" quilt and then some baby nine-patches.  Lots of folks would have called it a bargello quilt, but not Judy.  Honna got her Melanie Wilkes all put together -- a mammoth achievement for dear, distractable Honna.  I worked on my indigo and caramel blocks and as of today they are finished except for one lone HST that someone is going to give me a piece of fabric for since I ran out. 

Honna made a spectacularly hearty soup and I made a nice green salad.  Judy brought fresh fruit and Turbo the most scandalous brownies.  So we were well fortified as we proceeded through the day. 

Joe has gone to Richmond to help Tom and Anastasia with a little construction project.  He left on Thursday and will return tomorrow afternoon.  I've stayed busy in his absence, between going to the Lancaster Show on Friday, heading out to see Alice in Wonderland this afternoon, and entertaining my cousins for lunch tomorrow. 

Had a piece of sad news this morning; my long-time cyberbuddy Desertsky lost her dear husband.  Susan was my first machine quilter and she's a lovely lady who was devoted to her hubby. 

Also had a counterbalancing piece of good news in that my friend who broke her hip expects to be discharged from the "geezer place," as she calls it, to her own home early this coming week.  I spoke to Her Feistiness last evening and apart from a lack of appetite, she's good.  That should be resolved once she gets away from institutional food and on to good home cookin'. 

And that's the news from Near Philadelphia, this chilly Palm Sunday.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Lancaster Show

I spent yesterday attending the AQS show in Lancaster, the new event that is replacing the Rita Barber extravaganza that we've become familiar with.  Here, in no particular order, are my comments on the day:
  • In Sight of the Site -- There is no parking at the Convention Center.  There are a lot of garages and lots that are not terribly far away, but by golly, I was glad I was not accompanying a quilter in a wheelchair as we trudged up that hill and I was glad it wasn't raining -- that would have made for a miserable day!
  • Escalators and Elevators vs. Tennis Courts --  The show was on three levels of the Convention Center, inside ballrooms on each level.  It was easy to get from one level to the next and back again, and there was no long walk to the next venue, the way there is at The Host.  Easier on the legs.  There was a fourth show location, but it was necessary to take a shuttle bus out there, and that didn't happen for me.  As we were leaving the Convention Center, we saw a long line of people waiting for the shuttle.
  • Is It Possible to Machine Quilt a Piece Leaving no more than 1/16th of an Inch Uncovered?  Sometimes I felt like I was attending a machine quilting exposition rather than a general quilt show.  It was splendid machine quilting, to be sure.  But still.
  • Not a Quilt to Sleep Under -- My feeling about the old Quilters' Heritage Celebration was that it turned into showing far more art quilts than actual bed quilts.  I like a nice mix. You know what I mean.  This show was even more that way, unless the remote location was where all of the sweet dreams quilts were shown.
  • How Do I Get Outta Here? -- The rooms where the quilts were shown had banks of doors on two sides with groups of quilts surrounded by groups of vendors.  I found the set-up disorienting and actually went back to the second floor venue to make sure I had seen everything.  Once inside a ballroom, I tended to get turned around and become totally uncertain as to where I was.  I had visions of a claustrophobe having a meltdown.  The vendors' booths seemed smaller than at the Host. 
  • But That's Not All!  For Today Only . . . -- There were lots of vendors, many of them new to me.  And a lot of the familiar ones weren't there.  Many of the vendors were booths  featuring one particular gadget, with a person demonstrating and hawking her wares.  A couple of the gadgets were intriguing, especially one that helped make square-in-a-square blocks, flying geese, and perfect HSTs.  But I didn't bite.  I missed the Itching to Stitch booth that used to take up half of one length of the Tennis Courts.  I missed a couple of others I'd come to rely on, like the Featherweight lady (turn right upon entering the Tennis Courts) who sold the very best hand-quilting needles ever.  Though they may well have been out at the remote location with the elusive bed quilts.  And there were all manner of machine quilting vendors.  Lots and lots of them.  One had a Mennonite woman (or at least a Mennonite-attired woman) demonstrating.  Which was a bit incongruous.
  • O, the Humanity!  There were precisely three bazillion persons in attendance.  And most of them were standing in groups of four to six, right in the middle of the vendor aisles, having lengthy conversations.  There were no wheeled carts or strollers permitted, which was wonderful. People were pleasant and polite.  There were just so many of them.
  • Time to Eat!  -- There were multiple locations to grab some lunch, short lines, courteous cashiers, and abundant tables and chairs for eating it.  There were also different kinds of offerings -- sandwiches, some personal pizzas, and I enjoyed a do-it-yourself taco salad bar.
  • Where's Our Crossing Guard?  On the way home from the show, we did stop at the "renegade mall," you know, the group of wonderful vendors at the Continental across the street from the Host.  We were fortunate to get a close-in parking spot.  And many of the familiar vendors were there -- I finally found some fabric I wanted to buy (see goods for two pillowcases for two little people I adore as well as a handful of CWs for that Farmer's Wife) which really hadn't been the case at the main part of the show.  The Hmong people were there, as usual, along with Cottonseed Glory, and some of the others that I regularly patronize.  The FQ packs, by and large, were massive ones, costing upwards of $80.  There were some smaller collections, but not a lot.  The vendors would have been wise to have some impulse purchases of FQ packs under $20, I think.
  • Make New Friends and Keep the Old -- I traveled to and from the show with a woman I had barely known before I got into her car.  She's a parent of an alum who popped into my office one day to discuss the quilt on my wall, and then came back a couple more times.  Within about five minutes on the road, I felt like I'd known Bobbi No Blog for years, and thoroughly enjoyed her company.  She's someone I'll be seeing again, I suspect.
  • Give It Some Time -- I doubt I'll go back to this show right away next year.  But prolly a year or two after that, when they've had some time to refine it.  There's potential.  But it's not quite there yet.  Turbo and Helen, take heart -- you didn't miss that much!

And that's the news from AQS Lancaster!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Yoo Hoo, Linda!

Announcing my 900th Post Celebration Give-Away Winner!

This little pattern, Crazy Eights, calls for eight fat quarters, binding, backing, and batting. I thought it was very, very cute.  And I just happened to find eight FQs of batiks that seemed to go together and would make up in this pattern very nicely.

So I looked at the 64 comments left on my post, 64 people saying nice things about my blog and telling me why they come to visit.  And, by golly, they made me feel good!  I just loved reading your reasons. 

Then I said to my in-house Random Number Generator, Joe, "Honey, pick a number between one and sixty-four."  "Fifty-five," he said without hesitation.  So I counted back and number fifty-five in my inbox of comments said this:

Hi Nancy. I check your blog every morning to find out what's happening in your part of the world. I enjoy your quilts and your philosophy. Long may you write!!!

Lurking Linda

Lurking Linda!  I love it!  It doesn't seem as though you have a blog that I can refer people to.  Perhaps it is time?  Anyway, Linda, send me your mailing address, and your pattern and FQs will be in the mail at the beginning of the week.  You can pick your own binding, batt, and backing.  Enjoy!


Thursday, March 25, 2010


I shared Elizabeth's story here a long, long time ago when I was a new blogger.  Here is what I said nearly three and a half years ago:

I met Jean ten years ago when I was part of a clinical pastoral education group and serving as a chaplain at a large inner city teaching hospital. It was my first day on the oncology floor and the last thing I wanted to do was to walk into the room that housed a 16-year-old girl, newly admitted. I'd expected the oncology floor to hold a much older population. But walk in, I did, and thus began a relationship that would be intense over the next eight months. Elizabeth had broken her arm in a car accident, and in the local emergency room in upstate Pennsylvania the x-rays had shown a bone tumor close to her shoulder. The tumor was malignant and would need to be removed. But first Elizabeth would need to undergo many rounds of in-hospital chemotherapy in an attempt to shrink the tumor before the surgery. In all likelihood, Elizabeth would lose her arm to cancer in an effort to preserve her life.

By way of an odd coincidence, I was connected to this patient and her family. They came from a "town that nobody ever heard of" that was about three hours away from Philadelphia. The same town where my father-in-law lived. Elizabeth's parents, Jean and her husband, were his veterinarians. They knew my father-in-law and they knew his Brittany spaniel and his spiteful cat even better.

It turned out that Jean, then, became my patient rather than Elizabeth. Every few weeks when Elizabeth would be admitted for her chemo, I'd pick Jean up and we'd go to the cafeteria where she could share her fears, her worries, without Elizabeth's having to hear them. During this time usually the social worker would visit Elizabeth so that she, too, could share. Jean and I became close.

On the day of the operation, I was with Jean and her husband when the surgeon came out to report to them. I stayed long enough to hear him say, "We were able to save her arm," and then I went back up to the oncology floor, happy to be the bearer of good news in a setting where there was precious little of that.

This wasn't the whole story, however.  When I found the chemo nurse on the onc floor and told her that Elizabeth's tumor was gone and her arm was saved, she wasn't elated.  Instead, she said to me, "Well, that may well be.  But that arm will be totally useless; it will just hang by her side and atrophy."  How quickly my joy turned to confusion.  I didn't really know how to feel.  I'd been praying for preservation of the arm; I guess I thought it went without saying/praying that the preserved arm would be functional. 

My clinical pastoral education experience came to a close that very week.  I never had the opportunity to visit Elizabeth or Jean on the floor again.

Six months later, at Christmas, I received a card from Jean.  "If you're ever in the neighborhood," she said.  But no mention of Elizabeth's useless, atrophied arm.  I guessed the family was thankful she was alive, thankful she had the arm.  The prospects at the get-go hadn't been all that optimistic.

The following summer my husband and I were invited to a surprise party for his father.  We needed a place to change into our party finery following a long car ride, and it couldn't be Pop's place.  I emailed Jean.  We followed her directions out to a beautiful property with an amazing view.  It was good to see her, to see her husband, and to introduce these important people to Joe.  Elizabeth had finished her first year of college and wasn't living at home.  But she had come by that day and was inside making lunch.  I felt shaky and nervous and my stomach was tied up in knots.  I didn't know if I could bear to see this beautiful girl with her useless limb.

And then the door opened.  And she came out.  Carrying a plate with a sandwich in one hand.  And a glass of milk in the other.  It was all I could do not to cry right then and there, with the joy of a year before now an honest-to-God reality.

Over the years the Christmas cards have continued with quick check-ins. Elizabeth graduated college.  She started a photography business.  Elizabeth married.  Life was good.

And today I received a most welcome message:  Two weeks ago, Elizabeth gave birth to a little boy.  And this time I didn't need to hold back the tears.  Tears of pure joy.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

900 Post Celebration

I haven't forgotten my promise of a give-away to celebrate my 900th post.  Truth be told, I haven't had the opportunity to go to the LQS to find an appropriate gift!

However, this morning I learned that I am going to be able to attend the Lancaster show on Friday of this very week!  Like day-after-tomorrow!  I had about given up on going, and then, suddenly, it all worked out.  I am certain that among the 300+ vendors that I will find just the right gift for my give-away.

If you haven't entered the drawing yet, you still may.  Just go here and leave a comment telling what brings you back to my blog.  I'll be doing the drawing on Friday evening, while I'm resting my feet and -- more likely than not -- fondling newly purchased fabric!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

BOM Number Ten (I think)

Last night was my monthly Circle meeting at Church.  This group of women has been together for twenty-five years.  Or so.  We meet monthly, except December, from September through June, and sometime in early August we go out to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.  It's become a tradition, but no one knows why it began!  For the past year and a half my attendance at Circle has been more sporadic than during the previous twenty-three years.  And I would like to return to my previous faithful attendance to this group that means quite a bit to me.

Before going out for the evening, I finished the most recent block for the FQ Shop BOM that I subscribed to.  If we're at block ten, we must be nearly finished.  At the time I subscribed to it, I entered a subscription for Sherron.  She was delighted and hurried to the web and ordered a finishing kit for each of us.  I've not had the courage to open that finishing kit yet.  It seemed I should wait until all twelve blocks were in and finished.  But perhaps I should start it sooner than that.

You see, I've subscribed to yet another FQ Shop BOM and that new one will commence the same month that this present one finishes!

So many projects.  So little time.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Dinosaurs and Other Creatures

On Saturday, my son-in-law had a school obligation (he's a public high school history teacher) and Sherry wanted to take the kids to the museum.  Sam had been learning about dinosaurs in his day care class, and we've been mightily impressed with his knowledge and the precision with which he speaks of them.  He knows which are meat eaters and which are plant eaters.  He's only four, but I half expected him to tell me that some were omnivores! 

Anyway, Joe and I accompanied them downtown to museum where we were dazzled by the dinosaur bones.  The dioramas were precisely as I remembered them, and the last time I saw them was probably in 1952.  Some things never change.  They don't have to.

Upstairs there was a section of live animals, animals that really should live out in the wild but for one reason or another, were inside.  We saw fox, coatimundi, bunny, iguana, and some truly outrageous parrots, among other things.  While Sam was smitten with the dinos, I think the live animals were Caroline's favorite part.  It was a delightful day with some delightful people.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Farmer's Wife and Eggs

Spent a good bit of time this weekend dealing with The Farmer's Wife.  I've made twenty different blocks so far, three each of ten to swap with Cecelia and Sherron, and two each of ten to swap with Pat. 

I also looked over the rest of the blocks and my list of PIP (Projects in Progress) and talked with Joe and made a momentous decision:  We don't need the full 111-block queen-size version of The Farmer's Wife.  There are other options in the back of the book, and the one that I'm going to go with is the lap size version, which calls for 55 blocks.  Once I receive my yield from Pat, Sherron and Cecelia, I'll be just five blocks shy of that number.  So I'm going to set Mrs. Farmer aside until those blocks come in, and think about finishing the project another day.  I'm pleased with most of the blocks that I've made so far.  But I'm eager to return to some of the other things that were in the works before The Farmer's Wife showed up.

Loosely related to The Farmer's Wife are these eggs.  A couple of my coworkers keep chickens in order to get fresh eggs.  They aren't just any ordinary chickens, either.  They are designer chickens.  You can see the biology teacher's chickens here

On Friday, the theatre teacher came into my office bearing gifts.  Her girls were producing fresh eggs more quickly than she could consume them.  So she shared.  Wasn't that nice?  And aren't they gorgeous?  She said that they tasted better than "regular" eggs, too.  She was right.

Friday, March 19, 2010

National Quilting Day 2010

Tomorrow is National Quilting Day, and am I ever ready for it! 

It's been stressful at work this week and as I wrote earlier, I've had a lot of busy evenings, too.

So I'm really looking forward to celebrating this important event in style. 

This is a picture I've posted before.  It is a "Whackie Girl" quilt that I made from William Morris fabrics as a gift for a friend a couple of years ago.  I'm thinking it is getting near time to do another "Whackie Girl."

Happy National Quilting Day!

Thursday, March 18, 2010


I don't know how this got away from me.  A little while back I noticed I was at Post Number 888 and thought, "any day now." 

Well, it was yesterday.  My "Slow" post was my 900th.  And I didn't notice until this morning.

So let the celebration begin!

Leave a comment, telling me what makes you visit my blog.  One day early next week I'll draw a name for an as-yet-undetermined giveaway.

I hope I pick you!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Things are a little slow here right now.  It is one of those weeks that I don't like very much -- one where I have something I have to do each night.  As a rule, I like to be out no more than two nights during a week.  But this week, that's not the case.  So I'm sort of just moving from one day to the next, one commitment to the next, and anticipating the weekend where there is very little on the schedule.

Besides the overscheduled feeling, I've got two people very much on my mind and in my prayers this week.  One is the dear woman who asked me to sell Melanie Wilkes to her -- on Friday night, coming out of a restaurant with her family, she fell and broke her hip.  She's had surgery and is doing well, recovering in hospital, anticipating rehab, and is expected to make a full recovery.  Still.

The other is the grandson of another dear blogless friend whose young grandson had a medical emergency of a mysterious nature this week.  He was rushed to hospital and stabilized, is undergoing tests and seeing specialists.  Terribly scary.

Going, worrying, hostessing, fretting.  That's my week.  So I'm anticipating the weekend.  When I'll have a chance to just be.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

103 To Go!

When Cecelia saw Sherron and me perusing The Farmer's Wife that first night at White Oak, she was interested.  Too interested.  The second night she pulled out an hours-old copy of her very own.  Further evidence that the economy of Lancaster County is intact.

Sherron and I had decided that we'd each choose ten blocks, make two of each and trade them.  Guess who wanted in!

So each of us chose ten blocks to make three of.  Obviously we began with non-template-using blocks.  I'm 8/10ths done my commitment and amd finding the process relatively addictive.  Right now I've got the pieces for The Farmer's Daughter block cut and have begun to assemble it.  I'm hoping to have my blocks in the mail to Cecelia and Sherron by mid-week. 

Unbeknownst to us, Pat was watching with interest.  Her copy from Amazon should be at her house within another day or two.  Wonder if she would like to swap ten blocks with me?  Oh, Sherron, what have you begun!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Rain Rain Go Away

and come again some other day!

It was raining when I awoke this morning and the intensity quickly increased to torrents.  And around 11:45, just as I was getting ready to press and cut the fabrics for Churn Dash, we lost our electrical power.  Thinking it was going to return quickly, I came upstairs to read by the light of the back window.  Joe said that he'd heard lightning strike at the time the power went out.

Turned out that we were powerless for about five hours or so.  The emergency sump pump kicked in, for which we were thankful, and we both read for a while and thought about a nap.  Then I got out my Farmer's Wife book and started measuring the templates that I'd printed out a couple of weeks ago.  I wrote down the dimensions of all of the templates that could be rotary cut.  With the aid of a candle.  Took quite a while.  Just as I finished, the electrical power returned and I made an Excel spreadsheet showing all of the measurements I came up with.

Many of the blocks can be made without the use of any templates.  There are 35 or so components that don't lend themselves to rotary cutting, so I'll have to get some mylar and make some templates.  That will be a new experience for me.

If you're doing Farmer's Wife and would like a copy of my spreadsheet, let me know, and I'll send it to you as an attachment. Make sure I can access your email address.  I'll do it on Monday after I have a chance to turn my document into a pdf file, in case you have a different version of Excel. 

Friday, March 12, 2010

Uncluttering Assumptions

I've been following The Unclutterer blog for quite a while now, and find the writer(s) to be brilliant.  I've picked up some tips on uncluttering from them, and have marveled at the pictures of the Unitaskers (think  that space hog quesadilla maker that I just had to have) that they post on Wednesdays. 

Anyway, the blog is packed full of practical advice that is nearly always worth a look.

Today, however, they write about something different and, friends, it is the most spiritual post I've seen this day.  Go here for a look at uncluttering assumptions

The butterfly picture has nothing whatsoever to do with the post.  I just happen to like it. 

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Why Not?

A gift from a friend.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Eat, Laugh, Quilt

As soon as the tables were cleared and the power strips, cutting tables, and ironing boards were set up, I got right to work on "Going Rouge."  Earlier in the week I'd cut a bazillion 2-7/8 squares and drawn the diagonal line on half of them.  I started by sewing on both sides, then cutting, then pressing and then putting them together in long strips of 33 each. 

Never having been any good at math, I cut twice as many squares as I needed, forgetting that each square pair would yield two HSTs.  I got the four strips of the HSTs together before going to bed that night.  On Saturday morning I sewed them to the sides and the ends, and then took out the gorgeous large floral that Sherry had so thoughtfully given for my birthday and used it to make the final outer border.  I wanted to drape it on the fence outside for its photo op, but the wind was too strong so Honna and Turbo came and helped me get a picture.  I think you can click on it to enlarge, if so inclined.  A more formal portrait will be provided someday when the weather is decent Near Philadelphia.

I'd brought along the makings for the most recent block in the Fat Quarter Shop BOM that I swore I was going to keep up-to-date on. And I have, actually.  I've managed to get each month's block completed before the next month's arrives.  There's a kit for the center, but that is another story.  I'm not partial to this particlar block, but it will be fine when in a quilt with the other eleven.  I think this is block number nine or ten, so we're moving right along and I'm not going to be able to put off that center thing too much longer.  This block hardly took any time to make.

Well, you know any trip to Lancaster County isn't totally satisfying without some retail therapy.  Right after lunch on Saturday Honna, Helen and I drove up to Bird-in-Hand and paid a visit to the Log Cabin Quilt Shop, a place I've praised on this blog before.  They have the nicest FQ packs; they put them together themselves, and aren't afraid to mix lines and manufacturers, creating really, really nice FQ packs.  I didn't buy any this time (I still have one or two from a previous indulgence) but I did pick up a yard of Rouenneries for binding Going Rouge when she's quilted and also a cute little charm pack.  Or two. 

A&A's good friends are expecting a first baby in August, and dear Carol's son and his wife are expecting their first in June.  I thought the charm pack would make a sweet little non-gender-specific quilt and was looking around for some nice white when that terrific yellow stripe caught my eye, and my afternoon's project was selected!  After a short nap I started cutting lattice and this top was finished before dinner.

I mentioned in the previous post about the basket swap some of us are doing where we're using only indigo and caramel fabrics to make a dozen different baskets.  Helen and Pat were making splendid progress on theirs, so I spent most of Saturday evening cutting all of the pieces for mine.  When I got up Sunday morning I thought I'd start putting them together and see how far I got. 

I tell you, this was one of those situations where anything that could go wrong did.  I was totally fed up by the time I got one lonely, measly block finished and dreaded the thoughts of the remaining eleven.  People were supportive and encouraging and reminded me that the rest would go together much more cooperatively.  I've not put that prediction to the test yet.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

In Which Honna Purchases an Amish Bra

Our White Oak getaway was far too short, though we accomplished great and wonderful and sometimes surprising things.  Honna and I made a brief stop at Sauder's on our way out and arrived about a half-hour before dinner was served.  Carol's cooking was delicious and we enjoyed having their daughter and her husband join us for dinner.  After we finished, Rob and Eugene set up the cutting tables and established the electrical power while the rest of us helped Carol clear the table and pretty much chafed at the bit. 

Turbo had brought along a myriad of projects, including this batik beauty that she was determined to finish off.  Here she is having a bit of a consultation from Marsha on precisely the right thing to do.

Marsha was so glad to be along; she'd missed the last excursion because she was getting her house ready to put on the market and having accomplished that and, in fact, getting is sold and having made an offer on a new home, she joined us to a resounding "Welcome Back!"  She mostly worked on a little 30s project, but she was at the ready to jump in for help, interpretation, or a consult, which is her wonderful special gift.  She's also a very heavy sleeper, as Pat can attest.

Pat, Helen, Sherron, Turbo and I (among other non  retreat attenders) are working on an indigo and caramel basket block swap and three of us were working almost exclusively on those.  Two of the three were very successful.  My particular block gave me fits and starts.  Here are Pat and Helen proudly showing off their handiwork.

No trip to White Oak is complete without a community service effort, i.e., supporting the local economy while providing retail therapy for ourselves.  Some folks went to the Haymarket, a group went out to Intercourse and did Zooks and OCS, and Honna, Helen, and I went to Bird In Hand to that wonderful Log Cabin place.  After we returned, I went upstairs for a bit of a nap, while Honna and Helen went out again and returned with some rather surprising purchases!

Life does not get much better than eleven women friends, growing closer with each getaway, Carol's cooking, just the right amount of wine, a bunch of rotary cutters, mats, rulers, Featherweights and Berninas, yards and yards of fabric.  And an Amish bra.

Stay tuned for Part Two.

Friday, March 05, 2010

Back Soon

Leaving Joe and Bodacious to their own devices this weekend.  Honna and I and nine of our closest quilting buddies are going on our semi-annual getaway to White Oak. 

Our fabric is packed.  Our suitcases are packed.  Our car is revved.  So are we.

Monday, March 01, 2010


I have been the recipient of a marvelous gift!  This past Saturday evening our dear friends Bob and Sherron, whom we've known for more than forty years came to dinner.  Sherron is a very accomplished seamstress, having been a home economics teacher in a previous life.  She has made tailored suits and all kinds of other clothing and I used to be jealous of her skill.  She knits, too, and did counted cross stitch long before I did.  On 22 count, too.

We both got into quilting around the same time and have more or less grown together in the art.  Our taste is pretty much similar much of the time, although she has a penchant for 30s and I crave batiks.  She does exquisite applique and has gifted Tom and his wife with more than one quilt.

We both have entered a strong Civil War period; her Melanie Wilkes quilt was finished months ago and she's been sleeping under it all winter.  Saturday when she came to dinner, she brought me a wonderful GFNO*, the book and CD for The Farmer's Wife Sampler Quilt which she has begun to make and believes that I should, too.  Not a problem.  The quilt is irresistible.  And the book is wonderful, with letters from women about their lives as farm wives. 

I only have 110 blocks to go!

*Gift For No Occasion