Tuesday, November 29, 2016


It's been a while. A while since we heard from the COW*. But, you know, if I'd been mooing about the election campaign and about the results of the election, I wouldn't have gotten anything else done. No point in going on about any of that (and to moo you the truth, I'm a bit tired of reading about it elsewhere).


I hate my lamp post. I love my home and almost everything about it. We've replaced some doors and fixtures that weren't to our taste. But for some reason, it took for ever to get around to the lamp post. This autumn I decided I'd get a new one and have it by Christmas.

So on October 20 (a little later than I'd planned), Himself and I trucked on up to the lighting store and placed an order. Paid in full up front. The sales slip said it would be shipped October 27. The salesman said I'd have it in two weeks.

Two weeks went by. And then that damn election happened and with all of the non-mooing that I was doing, I forgot about the lamp post. Until yesterday. When I decided I'd better get myself on up to that there lighting store and find out what's what because once the post arrives, I need to contract the electrician to install it. So I pulled out the sales slip with the intention of going there this afternoon. Came home from work at noon to find a message that the guy had called! This morning! Imagine that! Perhaps he was wanting to come by today to deliver it. But, no. His message was that the lamp post would be shipped near the end of next week. And arrive here sometime the following week. If he could be believed. But in any event, entirely too late to get the electrician to get it in before Christmas.

After Christmas comes January, and the ground will be too hard to have the post installed. They could have contacted me weeks ago to say there was a delay. They could have put some pressure on their supplier to honor the commitment they'd made. So I did take myself up to the lighting store today and canceled the order and requested a full refund. If I'm going to have to wait until spring to put it in, I told them, I might as well deal with someone else who would treat me better. They apologized. I accepted the apology. And accepted the refund, too.

*Cranky Old Woman

Monday, November 28, 2016

Tula Pink Blue Yellow Orange

Over the weekend I got an urge to make Tula Pink blocks. I've made a couple of hundred of them in various color schemes. I didn't think I'd need to make more. But that urge came upon me and it wasn't to be resisted.

I've had a fine time.

My plan is for twenty-five of them, so you can see I'm nearly there.

I have a setting for them in my mind, something I haven't done with them previously.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Just 80 Minutes: Part Ten

My Guild retreat was this past weekend, and what a fine and splendid time the almost-thirty of us had! Our location was about 40 minutes from home, and because of some tricky business at the turnpike interchange that made me anxious, Himself offered to deliver me and pick me up. I was quick to accept.

My first order of business had to do with another pair of ballerina feet. One bee participant was truly daunted by the pattern and asked if she could do something else for me. Of course she could. So I had her block to make. It went together much more quickly than the first one did!

Here you can see it in the six sections before they were joined together. It was sort of late at night when I finished them and I thought I would wait until morning to put them together. So I made a couple of pot holders.

 I mentioned previously that one of my bee mates had given us a paper-piecing task for this month, and that it would be challenging. I was very, very glad that I had spent my 80 Minutes for the past nine weeks working on that skill because there was a lot to keep in mind as I pieced these arcs for Sarah.

For me, angles are difficult. There were a couple of times when I was stressed to get the piece applied so that it would cover the entire section, even though I had cut the pieces even larger than the recommended size. This was a problem with one of the yellow segments. I've learned to use tape to reinforce a stitching line after I have to rip something out.

This is the second of Sarah's two arcs and this one was much more cooperative! Sarah gave us extra arcs and shoulders and centers in case we want to make more for ourselves. I'm going to pass on this because I've got a new idea for the blades/spokes that I'd been working on earlier.

Speaking of which, one of my retreat projects was the final assembly of those blocks. There's a picture below. I'm pleased with the outcome. This quilt measures about 47 inches square and will be a gift for one of the babies (I think there were three the last time I counted) that are due this spring.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Just 80 Minutes: Part Nine

I am so grateful to Susan for developing the 80 Minute Challenge! In nine weeks, I have gone from inept to confident as a paper piecer! Granted, I spent more than 80 minutes each week; most weeks, it was probably double that. But it was the discipline, the setting aside of the minimum of 80 minutes and working on learning a new skill, that paid off.

I have received word that the Queen Bee for this month has selected a challenging paper-pieced design for us to make. And I'm up for it!

So it seems there should be one more post on paper piecing. And then I'm  moving on to a totally different skill. Stay tuned!

Saturday, November 12, 2016


Today a Facebook friend invited folks to check in, to share how they are feeling at this point. I wrote:

Still sad and somewhat confused. I've read way too many analyses of why/how this happened, blame and accountability cast hither and yon. I do not plan to march on Washington (or anyplace else) and I do not plan to sign a petition asking electoral college members to break their pledges. I am trying to focus on what Hillary said, quoting John Wesley, about doing all the good that I can. That's where I am today. And thank you for asking, because I needed to sort out feelings into words.

And that is where I am today. Tomorrow I might be someplace else.

This is the image that has stayed with me. It seems this young mom was taking a walk in the nearby woods, trying to clear her head about the election, when she encountered Mr. and Mrs. Clinton. She reports that she and Mrs. Clinton shared a hug and some pleasantries. And someone took a picture.

Two days after the worst day of her life, Mrs. Clinton certainly would have been justified in saying, "I'm sorry. I need my space." But she didn't. Instead, she set a lovely example.

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Make America Kind Again

Of course I'm crying. Crying not so much because she lost (though there's that) but because he won. For me, there's a difference.Crying because the people of this country apparently share the values he represents.

At breakfast, I said to Himself, "I'll take today to feel sad. And tomorrow I'll move on. Because this doesn't change who I am."

Then something happened. I drove to work through the rain, and standing in the parking lot was a woman. Standing in the rain. With no umbrella.

I feel sad. Terribly sad. But this didn't change who I am. And I can't really wait until tomorrow to move on when there is a woman in the rain today, a woman who just happens to be Hispanic.  I parked my car and I opened my trunk. I took out the extra umbrella. I walked over and handed it to the woman. Her eyes were full of tears, too.

Friday, November 04, 2016

Just 80 Minutes: Part Eight

Reporting in early this week. Eight weeks of 80 minutes (in some cases, more) of concentrated effort has yielded the following. I can paper piece. Thank you, Susan, for this challenge. I will continue a bit longer and branch out a bit.