Friday, March 30, 2012

Random Thoughts

. . . I've just finished reading a truly wonderful book, Emily Alone by Stewart O'Nan. I loved it and give it five stars.

. . . I think I'm the only person who isn't ecstatic that Flea Market Fancy is available again. I didn't care about it the first time.

. . . This blog is amazing.

. . . Another really good book that I just finished was What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty. I'd love to be in a group discussion about this book.

. . . My darling husband is a bit under-the-weather.

. . . Caroline needs summery nightgowns, so I'm heading out to Jo-Ann's to look for pattern and possibly fabric.

. . . My Dresden Plate blades are getting made as leader-enders.

. . . I've bought two of this designer's patterns but haven't thought about fabric yet.

. . . Tom and Anastasia's baby is due in less than a month! We are thinking of this baby as "Cinco," as s/he will be our fifth grandchild.

And that's all she wrote today.



Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Mercy Quilt #3

Kathy B's Brown and Cream Churn Dashes are a flimsy! I discovered I had some creamy fabric with a pale geometric motif (click to enlarge picture) that would be not only fine but actually just right for the setting triangles. As you can see, I really could not endure that sore thumb block that had been in the lower left corner, so I left it out and made a nice replacement. Setting a top on point with lattice and cornerstones is always a logistical challenge for me and I was delighted that I got this one together without having to rip out at all!

Kathy had sent fabric for backing, so I'll piece that tomorrow, I imagine. On Saturday I'll pick up the batts for these three mercy quilts as well as some floss for tying and whatever else I need in the way of backs. I don't anticipate putting these quilts together until summertime, but that's just around the corner and I need to be ready! I have a fantasy of a major binding fest during the Summer Olympics!

Tonight I began work on something new. Our guild is having a challenge -- each participant brought a plain brown paper bag full of scraps from one project and, sight unseen, we each brought home someone else's bag. Our task is to make a wall hanging, somewhere between 12 and 36 inches, using these scraps and we're permitted to add up to one light and one dark. There will be some sort of a contest with prizes, I believe, in October. The scraps I brought home were pretty far from my taste; they were brown and gold florals for the most part with a lot of metallic gold in the print. I've been considering the options for weeks, now, and finally have come up with an idea. I began the center basket (what else!?) tonight and will try to continue until it is finished. It isn't at all easy for me to sew on fabric that I don't care for.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

"I Thought it would be Charles"

Better minds than mine have analyzed the Trayvon Martin tragedy and better writers than I have expounded on it. It would seem there would be little to add.

But I write nonetheless because I know Trayvon's case is not unique. There have been many Trayvons.

During my seminary years, I spent ten weeks one summer doing Clinical Pastoral Education at an inner city hospital setting. I had regular floors and departments that were my "parishes," and every sixth night and sixth weekend day, the entire hospital was mine to cover. Throughout that time, I never had a single night where I was not awakened from my on-call room to come to the Trauma Unit because of a shooting. Larcenia, a young black girl who had been sitting on her front steps in search of some cooler air than in her row house, was the exception; she was the victim of a senseless drive-by shooting and she never walked again, never had feeling of any kind from her mid-section down. Larcenia was 14.

But, as I said, she was the exception. Because more often than not, it was a young black male who had been shot. Sometimes it was an act of vengeance; sometimes there was gunfire from multiple players. And sometimes it was random, thoughtless shooting. Perhaps for sport.

One night the victim was a young black man named John. He was seventeen years old. He lived, thank God, but not without compromises in his quality of life. My job was to talk with him, to get his identification information, and to ask him who I should call at home. John was a sweet guy. He had no idea who had shot him or why. He believed it had been a white guy in a car. And he asked me to phone his grandmother. When I reached the lady, I told her as gently as I could that I was the hospital chaplain, that John had been admitted, and he was alive and talking to me, and wondered if there was someone who could bring her to the emergency room. I'll never forget what she said to me: "Did you say it was John that was shot? I always thought it would be Charles who would get shot."

It was unfathomable to me that this woman, and probably many, many other African-American mothers and grandmothers actually lived with the expectation that their sons and grandsons would be shot. I couldn't wrap my mind around it -- and I've later learned that this is due to white privilege.

That summer was nineteen years ago. How little progress, if any at all, we have made.


Taste and See

I have been following his blog for months, now, but never left a comment. That is how awed I am by his writing. The fear of being banal keeps me from even trying to formulate a comment. But I follow. Faithfully. I read every post he writes. I ponder it. And again find myself at a loss for words.

Now he's got a book published. A book I intend to purchase this week. Already I know it is going to be one of those flourless-chocolate-cake-rich books where a couple of bites at a time is all I'll be able to handle. I'll need time to digest before returning for more. Can this guy write? Yup. He sure can. Whether he's talking about the church he attends, his work as a refrigeration mechanic or -- more frequently -- about his relationship with his young-adult son Sam, his marriage, or the autistic son that is never far from his thoughts, he can write. Every now and again, I get that odd sensation that this man is looking into my own very soul and telling what he finds there.

At the little grocery store where I shop, the one where a kid I taught in my fourth grade Sunday school class works at the deli counter, the background music is an oldies station. The other day I heard the insipid song, "Sometimes When We Touch." I cringed and nearly gagged. Talk about banal. And yet here's what comes to mind when I think about Joe Blair and his writing: "The honesty's too much." Too much for a whole serving at once,  but just right for a bite or two in a blog post or a book chapter at the start of the day.

Don't take my word for it. Go read his blog for yourself. Or better yet, buy his book. We've got to keep him writing. Because he feeds a hunger we never knew we had. In small, small portions.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Mercy Quilts Progress and A Surprise Reciprocated

I spent much of Sunday afternoon playing with the blocks Kathy B had sent to use for mercy quilts. It didn't take long to get Kathy B's Posies together. I always cut my side triangles about an inch or so larger than the recipe calls for. I'd rather have a little extra fabric along the sides than take a chance on cutting off the corners of the blocks on the outside.

This quilt is going to be pretty. I'm going to pick up some sage green floss to tie it and sage green fabric, a TOT, I hope, to find it. There is pretty much of the posies left and I think if I add a little plain black, there will be enough to piece a back.

Kathy B also sent these blocks. They were from a swap we did of coffee and cream churn dash blocks, finishing at 9 inches. I remember putting my set together a couple of years ago and liking the outcome very much. When Kathy B offered hers for a mercy quilt, I wanted to do something different than I'd done before, and I only had about 2/3 as many blocks. On point was called for, I thought, and Kathy B had sent along some terrific bull's eye fabric that I used for the sashing. She also had some left over cream and some brown, and I used the latter for the cornerstones. She sent a red/brown print, plenty for the back, and I auditioned it for the side triangles, but it failed. I'm going to use plain creamy muslin for them, and will likely begin cutting them tonight. I know that one block down there is kind of ugly; I'll have to decide if I can live with it or need to make a replacement.

A couple of days ago, Kim had a post where she asked people to list three of their favorite blogs. I obediently listed some that I love that hadn't been listed by previous commenters. On Sunday, I wandered back to Kim's with the thought of visiting the various blogs that people listed. Imagine my delighted surprise when three commenters listed this blog, this very blog (!) as one of their three favorite! Anonymous Sue (who also likes Taniwa, Sister's Choice, and Mrs. Goodneedle -- see what good taste she has!) and Anonymous Cindy who likes me and my friends, Jo's Country Junction and That Man Quilts (don't know them yet), I'm just tickled by your mentioning me. If you'll write me your snail addresses, I'll send you a little something as a thank you!  Amy, you'd be the third one, so please tell me your address, too. On Saturday, the Executive Committee is going out to Burkholders and I'll pick up some little treat for each of you while I'm there.



Sunday, March 25, 2012

Rainy Sunday Afternoon

We had to get up early this morning, which neither of us wanted to do because we'd been up late last night. But we were assigned to usher at the early service, so when that 6:00 alarm went off, we schlepped out of bed despite our bodies' protests. Last evening we had guests for a Scandinavian dinner (mostly Swedish but with a Finnish main course [I meant to take a picture of mine, but forgot in the confusion of getting everything on the table]) served with lingonberries and sour cream. We'd picked up the fixings for the hors d'oeuvres at Ikea the evening before, and guests were bringing the salad and dessert, so I didn't have too much preparation. The Jansson's temptation (my recipe is a little different and includes anchovies in place of the sprats) was wonderful as always, and I steamed some fresh asparagus. Left-overs tonight!

So, anyway, I was trying to write about a rainy Sunday and got Swedishly sidetracked. With everything cleaned up from last night and my meatloaf for tomorrow night (a group is cooking for the hungry) finished, I really don't feel guilty going down to the studio to sew for much of the afternoon. I'm planning to get Kathy B's Posies all together and they lay out the coffee-with-cream-churn-dash blocks that she sent for yet another mercy quilt. It sounds like a fine afternoon, and I don't have to worry about that rainy Sunday afternoon temptation to take a nap -- I already gave it for a half-hour when we got home from church!

Friday, March 23, 2012

Kathy B's Posies

For a couple of years a group of us played lotto -- someone started it by sending out F8s of a focus fabric and specified a block size, a background preference, and whatever else she thought. Then everyone made a block and the initiator would draw a name from among the participants and that person would win the whole kaboodle and it would be her turn to select a focus fabric. The game was a bit of a crapshoot -- you might win but would you like the batch you won?

I remember this particular round pretty well. When the black with tiny posies came my way I enjoyed making one block from it (the one in the center of the bottom row) but really did not want to win the whole group. Kathy B did win, and apparently this group was not to her taste either, for it is one of the two groups she sent me for a mercy quilt. There was plenty of the black with posies, so I picked out the most cohesive 12 of the 15 blocks and started cutting side triangles and alternate blocks and the top is practically making itself. I think I'll look for some sage for the tying and the binding.

Spring Break is an excellent time for mercy quilts.


Julie's Mercy Quilt is a flimsy!  This quilt went together so easily. I wish I had Julie's knack for putting contemporary fabrics together. Each individual block is a little work of art.

Julie sent pretty much of the border fabric, probably almost enough for a back; I'll  add some muslin and, viola! Julie sent enough of the putty-color alphabet fabric that I can make the binding. After my next trip to Burkholders where I'll pick up the batt, I'll decide whether to tie it or pay Mary Ellen to machine it.

Blogless Kathy B sent me blocks and backing for two quilts; I'm thinking I'll try to start one of them next. I've cut about a half bazillion Dresden Plate blades and have been stitching their ends as a leader-ender.

I foresee a most satisfying Spring Break!

Cross Country Quilters is ready to go home to its new owner, so if Lynda H-O will email me her mailing address, I'll send it off on Monday afternoon! The book is a library discard and has obviously been read by many a quilter. Some of the pages are loose and the binding is weak, but every bit of the story is intact. Come on, Lynda, let me hear from you!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Spring Break 2012

Yesterday was the last day of classes for our students and faculty and, as always, folks were eager, eager, eager. Non-teaching staff do not automatically get spring break off; we are encouraged to use some of our generous vacation time during this break (and Winter/Christmas break, too), but it isn't required. I usually take a few days off, but this year I'm working straight through. The good side of this is that those of us who work have a nicely shortened workday. I'm still going in at 7:30 or 8:00 and finishing up midday.

This break will be used for tending to too-long-postponed errands, a bit of shopping, changing over the closets, and dealing with the mountain in the ironing basket. Plus reading, sewing, and ruminating. Not to mention thoroughly enjoying this year's lovely, early spring.

No comments on this post, please. But if you are interested in entering the drawing for Cross Country Quilters, please do leave a comment on the previous post. I'll be drawing the name in the morning.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Mercy Quilt and a Give-Away

A few months back two quilters wrote me to see if I wanted to take over some projects that no longer interested them. They thought I might want to complete the projects for the hospice. They were right.

These WIPs have been loitering in plain sight so that I don't forget them. Tonight as I was -- at last! -- cutting the blades for my Dresden Plates, I thought it was time to get started on one of them. Julie had sent not only a batch of beautiful blocks, but also yardage for bordering, binding, and backing. The fabrics are the kind I admire but can't work with -- I don't seem to know how to get them to play nicely together. But Julie had managed beautifully. I didn't count the blocks but began laying them out in a barn raising setting and came up one short. There weren't 64, but rather 63! So I came up with another layout and have two rows finished, and a bunch of leader-endered blades, too. It won't take long to get this beauty together. Please do click on the photo to see Julie's fabrics.

Recently I've learned that Rebuilding Together, an organization with an active branch in Philadelphia, is happy to receive quilts to share with their homeowners upon completing projects. The Uvulati have thought that we might each make a mercy quilt to give to Rebuilding in September. I'll need to check with Julie (and also with Blogless Kathy) to see if they are wedded to their quilts going to hospice or if they think Rebuilding might be an equally worthy recipient.

Someone gave me a copy of The Cross Country Quilters a few weeks ago, and I began reading it, but as is usually the case for me with Jennifer Chiaverini's books, it wasn't to my taste. If you'd like to have it, leave a comment, and sometime on Friday I'll draw a name and try to get it in Monday's mail to the recipient.

Monday, March 19, 2012

A Trio of Moos

There is so darned much to Moo about, a COW* just doesn't know where to start. I think this cartoon might be as good a place as any. Somebody has thought this whole thing through pretty clearly to some frightening  and not-so-far-out conclusions.

Here is where I would post another picture if I didn't want to keep this blog's "G" rating. This whole requirement for ultrasounds (transvaginal and otherwise), pictures, verbal descriptions is about as disgusting as Rush Limbaugh and his thoughts on women and birth control. I'm telling you, friends, there is a lot of Moo-worthy news in the political sphere.

Now here's something completely different and outrageous, from the quilting sphere, no less. And I'm not talking about the quilt pictured, because I have long admired it and wished to take a class from its maker.

Turns out that said maker, Karen Combs, suffered a break-in and theft of this quilt and many others, along with her teaching materials and other stuff. You can read about it here and I hope you will because sooner or later those gorgeous stolen quilts are going to appear in public and someone is going to have to draw them to the attention of the police (and I'm not talking about the quilt police here, either).


And, finally (for now anyway), we have this image. While I have no interest (personal or otherwise) in advancing the Mittster's cause (though, truth be told, he is the least frightening of the current Republican Rogue's Gallery), I'm utterly disgusted with Santorum for publicizing the Crate-Gate nonsense. No, friends, I prolly would not have put Blackberry (or any of our other previous pets) on the roof of the car and headed out at high speed. But who among us has not at some point many years ago made a poor decision or done something that is regrettable?  Rick must be desperate to be spending so much of his time and energy carrying on about Mitt's lapse.  Doesn't he (Rick, that is), tout his own claim to be a devoted follower of One who spoke about those who should cast stones?

Enough for now. Gotta go graze for a while.



*Cranky Old Woman

Sunday, March 18, 2012

This, That, and The Other

After our brunch guests had headed home to D.C., and after things were cleaned up, and after a fifteen-minute snooze in the recliner, I went downstairs to tackle the heaps of laundry and to do some sewing. First up was a group project for the Uvulati, the monthly hand sewing group. One of our international members, Judi the Blogless (Thus Far) had sent some beautiful fabrics for the group to use to make a quilt for a hospice Veteran. We'd divided them up a week or so ago, and my task was to make two star blocks. They each measure 12" finished.

At this point, my plan was to get out my CW and my DP tool and begin my Dresden Plates project. What I wasn't counting on was Janet the Temptress who had posted on her blog some of the cutest darned basket blocks I've ever seen (and y'all know I've seen a few basket blocks!). I made this one out of some William Morris scraps. It measures 4" finished. In all likelihood, it will be joined by some relatives . . . .

I also made a mug rug, not pictured, for a one-on-one swap project.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about making myself a top. I really enjoyed doing it, and was proud of the good work I'd done. But when I tried it on, alas, it was not for me. The neckline was too wide and showed off straps and things, and the gathers drew too much attention to where there already is plenty going on. I knew I'd never wear it. So I was disappointed. Then I realized my friend Carol is about the same size I am but cut differently. She loved the top and it fit her fine, but needed some additional length. With the ruffles on the shoulders, it was only natural to add a little bottom ruffle for Carol.

And that's what I have to show for my afternoon.


Thursday, March 15, 2012

In Which Magnolia Has a Face Lift

She's a lot older than you'd think, Magnolia is. I first met her in the autumn of 1975 when Tom was just a little more than a year old and we were expecting another baby in just a few months. I was so hoping for a little girl this time around.

Joe, Tom, and I had driven over to Evanston from where we lived in Schaumburg, and loved the town. We liked knowing that our new baby would be born at Evanston Hospital. It sounded like a nice place to be from. As we were heading back to the car, we passed a crafty kind of shop and popped in. And there she was. With her beautiful coiffure and engaging smile. I had to take her home.

As a child, Sherry never took to Magnolia. She confided to me recently that she'd found her "a little creepy." So the doll stayed in good condition. Awhile back I found her again, and Sam and Caroline were enchanted. Apparently they've played hard together, because a few weeks ago when we were up at Sherry's, we learned that Magnolia was nearly decapitated. Furthermore, the felt of her beautiful blue eyes and her broad grin was wearing off. She looked as though she'd seen better days. So she came home with me.

I recapitated her and then wondered what to do about her faded facial features. Since the pupils were intact and the whites of her eyes were still good, I decided that embroidery would fashion the irises. And Joe carefully traced her smile and I cut it out of some nice Cherrywood scrap that I had. I tell you, friends, it is a peculiar feeling to apply an iron to someone's face. Especially, I guess, to someone as unfailingly cheerful as Magnolia. But I clenched my teeth and did it. And then buttonhole-stitched it down.

So now Magnolia's good as new. She'll head home from the spa on Saturday. With a new hair ribbon for her bravery.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I'll Have What She's Having

For the longest time, I've been wanting to make a Dresden Plate quilt. This summer it will be three years, I think, since I bought the tool. But nothing has happened. I've entertained various ideas. I've examined the plates on the blogs. I've pulled out and fondled fabrics (Batiks on black? Contemporary on Kona snow?). But no more than that.  All at once, though, I know what kind of DP I want to make.  I have this great big tub of CWs, all kinds of CWs, and that's what I'll use for the blades. I haven't decided about the background(s) yet. Am thinking shirtings, but that isn't a definite. I do know I want the kind of blades that point, not the rounded ones.

Having Row, Row, Row Your Boat and Brian-Erin complete to flimsy stage (they're both going off to the machinist next week), it seems I should be entitled to start something new. I promise to dig out a UFO to use for leader-endering.  Oh, my -- the fingers are just itching to get started! 

And, no, that's not a picture of Turbo luxuriating at White Oak. It's something I downloaded from the Bunny Hill Blog. Whoever she is, it's pretty obvious that she's having a most wonderful time. I intend to join her. Forthwith.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Ahoy!

Row, Row, Row Your Boat is a flimsy! And I'm delighted with it. As I mentioned earlier, I think, I ordinarily don't buy quilt patterns, much less kits. But I had seen this one at the Fat Quarter Shop and loved the idea of orange with the blues instead of red. My darling husband has a small sailboat that sometimes I believe he loves more than me, and I thought he would like it if I made this quilt for one of the littlies. With Nate expecting a brother or sister in about two and a half months, I thought this was the perfect occasion -- to make this terrific quilt to take to Nate when we go to Richmond to meet Whoever.

I started it back in February and then put it aside until Saturday. I spent pretty many hours on Saturday and Sunday working on it and put the final outside borders on tonight. And I couldn't be happier with it! Planning to take it to the machinist next week.

I had a lot of time to sew this weekend because Joe had gone down to Richmond to help Tom and Anastasia with some sort of soffit venting that needed doing. He took Blackberry along (and apparently he and Nate have become serious friends), so I had the whole weekend to myself. I went to a play, enjoyed my sister's company, dined out with a friend, spent much of one day sewing with five other friends, ran errands, did a little shopping, and didn't have to answer to anyone. It was an excellent weekend.

But I was awfully happy to see You Know Who come in the door this evening, with his four-legged friend close by his side.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Quilty Content Resumes

A couple of years ago, after I finished making my interpretation of The Farmer's Wife, I still had a lot of CW scraps. The initial complaints (of which there were many) about TFW notwithstanding, once I devised my own plan, I had a very good time piecing those little blocks. I especially liked choosing backgrounds that were interesting colors, because my tendency is to go to very light or black for backgrounds. So one time at White Oak I brought along my tub of CWs and my Around The Block books and aimlessly started piecing my way through. I started at the beginning and any block that was available in 6" finished, I made. This was great because it got me to make some blocks I ordinarily wouldn't do, either for degree of difficulty or lack of appeal. I've continued to make them sporadically. The other night I got them all out and stuck them up on the wall to see what I had. I've got an idea or two of how to set them, but it involves buying some fabric, and that is on hold until the next time the Executive Committee meets, prolly early in April.

Yesterday the Usual Suspects gathered at the church for a day of sewing and I pulled out the Row Row Row Your Boat kit that I hadn't touched in a month. I worked from about eight until two and made some progress. When I came home, I put it up on my wall and continued in the evening. I'm going to need to stay on task with this quilt -- it needs to be all finished up by the time we go to Richmond to meet the new grandbaby. This quilt is for the Big Brother, Nate.

It's been an interesting experience, working from a kit. Ordinarily, I don't buy patterns, but just work from photographs or plans in my head. So it's a peculiar discipline following someone else's logic of how to put a quilt together. It's coming along, port to starboard, and I hope to have a progress photo to post tomorrow.


Wednesday, March 07, 2012

The Book Discussion

I was reading when the phone rang.  Deeply engrossed in my current library book, Emily Alone by Stewart O'Nan. I'm loving the book and taking it slowly, a chapter or three of an evening. When I close the book, I think things like: Do I want to be Emily when I grow old? Am I already turning into Emily? Would my Book Club find enough in this gentle, understated story to chew on?

So I sort of reluctantly marked my place and got up to answer the phone.

It was Sam, newly turned six and two-thirds through Kindergarten. He was calling to tell me that he had just read my very favorite Dr. Seuss type book all by himself! And he got to color in two kites on his achievement chart as a result.

Clearly, congratulations were in order. So I delivered them, and a serious book discussion ensued. We considered character development, plot exposition, and illustrations. We each recited a couple of our favorite lines.

It was satisfying. Very satisfying. Emily would most certainly agree.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

William Morris meets Franz Liszt?

When I was in my late thirties, I discovered Franz Liszt. I couldn't get enough of his beautiful piano music. Nothing would do but I had to learn to play it myself. No matter that I'd had about two years of piano lessons from my sister when I was eight and never gone near the instrument again other than to belt out the first couple of measures of "Country Gardens" once in a while over the years.

I engaged a piano teacher and told her what I wanted to do. She raised an eyebrow, but for quite some time she came to the house every week and administered a lesson apiece to me and to Andrew, who was about eight himself and playing under protest. It was hard to tell which of the two of us was the worse in technique. Mrs. Drinell was a saint, however, who told me that it would be a little while before I could tackle the various Hungarian Rhapsodies; meanwhile, there were other small accomplishments I could strive for, such as a laboriously slow version of "Pomp and Circumstance" which Honna declared would be appropriate for some sort of a graduation at a nursing home where people were using walkers to process.

The key to success in piano, Mrs. Drinell professed, was scales and other exercises. She produced a book called "Hanon" and each week assigned me a different exercise (or two) to perfect. I stayed with it for a couple of years, eventually being able to play one very simple piece by Franz Liszt, and at that point I decided I'd really rather listen to Vladimir Horowitz.

A couple of weeks ago I began sewing garments after a many-year hiatus from same. I'd made a lot of things for the kids and for myself back in the seventies and early eighties. Some were more skillfully constructed than others. Speed rather than perfection was my mantra. Technique was not my forte. But we wore my creations until I discovered quilting and gave up clothing construction.

I've noticed that the dresses and things that I've made in 4T have gone together "seamlessly," without boo-boos, with straight seams, with nothing caught where it shouldn't be. There is a different quality to the work. Most recently I've begun a summery top for myself, cutting into a piece of dearly beloved William Morris fabric. It is a little bit on the complicated side, with a tiny ruffled inset at the neckline, and smooth armhole bands below fluttery not-really-sleeves. And it is going together beautifully. With even gathers, with straight seams, with perfect matching of pieces.

And it occurs to me that twenty years of quarter-inch straight seams in the Log Cabins and meticulous matching of points in the Rising Stars have been the sewing equivalent of the Hanons and the scales. Sewing clothing right now is a joy-filled experience, undergirded by an unfamiliar confidence. I'm just reveling in it.

Playing in the background, of course, is Lang Lang's new CD, "Liszt: My Piano Hero."


Sunday, March 04, 2012

Another Weekend of 4T





Quilty content to return someday soon!


Seems to be Working

So far, so good with the Open ID use for comments. I think, though, that this step will preclude my cousin out west and nurse Kathy B, both from California, who usually comment as Anonymous with a signature, from commenting unless they establish an Open ID somehow.

Here's the full information that I found on it.

I hope to be back later today with pictures of my current 6" CW blocks as well as the latest fashions in 4T.