Baby It's Cold Outside!

Blizzards shutting down Colorado two weeks in a row; it's snowed here 3 days in a row, which is unheard off in this Banana Belt part of the state! It's making life difficult for a lot of people, but since I'm retired and not travelling anywhere for the Holidays I've just decided to stay in and enjoy it. We had planned to spend the New Year weekend with our kids in Byers, Colorado, as we do each year, but they are East of Denver on I-70, which has been closed from Denver to the Kansas line for a couple of days, so here we are. Joe took off from his business today and has been watching old John Wayne movies, reading, and trying to figure out if the computer will work faster if he adds some additional RAM.

I'm creature watching, and putting together Vansyoc/Van Syoc/ Van Scoyoc/Van Schaick, et al, family history books for two of Joe's cousins. This entails printing lots of text and photos from the computer, and in the process, I've rearranged mucho family photos into separate family files instead of files arranged by the multitude of dates on which they were originally scanned into the computer. This mess has bugged my efficiency expert self for years. When I get them all properly arranged for ease of access I'll back them up on CDs and distribute copies, for safe keeping, to several family members so in case of a catastrophe we won't lose them. We have a few photos scanned that were originally taken before the Civil War, and the originals are from various sources throughout the country. I just hope as family members pass away someone keeps these treasures safe. It breaks my heart to see old anonymous photos for sale in antique shops. These kinds of tasks are my computer games; actual computer games have no attraction to me, but I love to research and organize.

In the creature watching area, we had a big, fat raccoon eating stale cinnamon raisin bread outside the sunporch sliding door last evening. He left his/her tracks in the snow and posed for his portrait under the car in the carport.

The yard has been full of the little snow birds (finches, sparrows, juncos,doves) at the feeders and on the seed stalks of the garden flowers and herbs. This morning there were several Dark Headed Juncos happily pecking up the bread crumbs left by the raccoon. They left tracks in the snow also.

I read on my Colorado Birders e-mail this morning that most of the Christmas Bird Counts have been postponed due to the impossible driving conditions. Our local bird count is supposed to be next Friday; I normally take part by counting the birds that come to my feeders on count day. My days of hiking the wilds are past since I've gained the constant companionship of Ursula Oxygen, but I sure get a lot of enjoyment from watching them in the yard.

I'll spend New Years Day sewing on Women of the Bible blocks during another of our Virtual Retreats. I'm behind 3 blocks and hope I can get them done Monday.

Merry Christmas

The Weather Outside is Snowy

Colorado is closed down; the Governor has declared an emergency and called out the National Guard to rescue people in need, stranded in cars or without power at home. Luckily we've only gotten about 7 inches of snow and less wind than further north. I ventured out this afternoon to get some photos for future quilting endeavors. Big, fluffy flakes were falling on my face and on the camera screen. I am so happy that we still have power and heat, as well as TV and the Internet.

Remember what my Lilliputian Prairie Pond loooked like last summer? Here it is today. The fountain is still running enough to keep it from freezing over so the birds and other creatures can

still get a drink. When the leaves start falling I cover the little pond with chicken wire stretched over a hula hoop and that provides an interesting texture to the snow and ice. I'm already thinking about what my January 12X12 project might look like.

We don't usually have a white Christmas so this blizzard is sure messing with people's travel plans. My grandson who attends CU was supposed to fly from Denver International to Sacramento tomorrow to meet with his girlfriend's family for the holidays but they don't expect to open DIA again until tomorrow evening.

Hope wherever you are, you are warm, comfortable, and have peaceful, loving thoughts about the holiday season.

WIP Wednesday

Well, I see we're no longer Blogger Beta but the New Blogger! We're all in the same boat again.

This is the first Christmas since we moved to this house, about 4 years ago, that I've put up my nativity scene and my Santas. Their boxes were stored in the storage shed until this fall when Joe cleaned it out and found them for me. I'm so happy to be able to use them to decorate the house again. The nativity figures originally belonged to Joe's Mom; they are plastic but were made in Italy and I like their design. This year I bought a little stable to house them in. I now want to find a star and some sheep to add to the scene. It is important to me to keep in mind that we are celebrating the birth date of Jesus Christ at Christmas. It is so easy to get overwhelmed with all the shopping and preparations instead of sitting at the feet of Jesus and accepting the peace that he came to bring us.

We've just finished studying the sisters Martha and Mary of Bethany in our Women of the Bible group and I tend to be a natural Martha, except that I'm not that great at keeping house and cooking anymore. I am good at driving myself and becoming resentful about making myself so tired and guilty about what I don't get done. So it is good for me to have the nativity scene around to gently remind me to relax and enjoy. I also have an old King James version of the Bible, opened to the birth of Jesus in Luke, on the shelf next to the nativity scene.

The small collection of Santas have just attached themselves to me over the years, starting with the little celluloid Santa Christmas tree lightbulb, from when I was a child. The big celluloid Santa belonged to my Granny. I get a big kick out of the 2 Santa's elves that were made in Occupied Japan and have faces straight out of a Japanese folktale. These and the similar Santas as well as the tiny house and brush trees came in a box purchased at auction when we had our antique store about 18 years ago. Some things were just too good to sell to someone else.

I'm also making some Christmas quards with the family photo my son took at Thanksgiving printed onto fabric. I'm simply fusing these onto stiff stabilizer, backing them with some lovely new metallic polka dotted fabric and satin stitching around the edges.

In addition to the small nativity scene, above, I have needlepointed all the figures for another nativity. They've been hidden away in a drawer in my studio-bedroom for several years, which is a shame, because they are fantastic. Every year I forget about them until too late in the season to get them done. Finishing them is one of the goals I'm adding to my 2007 list.


Monday was Joe's birthday so I made a pot roast and biscuits dinner topped off with German chocolate brownies and ice cream; Joe's had a candle on top. I gave him a couple of Theodore Roosevelt's autobiographical books because he recently told me about the big old Roosevelt autobiography that he used to read from at a relatives house years ago but never managed to read the entire thing. I couldn't find an old copy like the one he read, but I found the recent reprint of the autobiography and another book he wrote about his experience on the ranch. Now he can read the rest of the story.

December Journal Quilt_Passing the Torch

This final page in the fabric book honoring my Granny is a joint effort by three generations; I got granddaughter Mandy's permission to use a block she put together from my scrap bag; to her block I added some more of Granny's blocks, fabrics and sewing notions and designed, fused and sewed it together myself. Passing the Torch celebrates the passage of the love of quilting from Granny to me and on to Mandy and future generations.

I was so proud of Mandy when she put together such an attractive block from scraps without a pattern and without supervision. It looked so nice that I knew it had to be the centerpiece of the final journal quilt in this series. I sewed on muslin borders to make it the proper size and then fused on the Grandmother's Flower Garden block and the photos printed on cotton fabric; then I machine stitched around each fused piece.

A photo of Mandy holding Ditto centers the Flower Garden block; the lower photo is of five generations of our family and is the only photo that contains both Granny and Mandy. You have to use your imagination to see Mandy because she is in her mother's tummy and was born two months later. The baby is her brother, Ben. Her mother, my daughter Kat, was quite ill at this time with the beginning of the kidney problems that have plagued her all these years. Granny was 92 in this photo and only lived a year longer. My Mom, Evy, and I are also in this photo which is framed with long antique brass sewing machine bobbins. A bow of bias binding is tipped with tiny vintage wooden thread spools.

A piece of silk organza attached to the center of Mandy's block has the following quotation from Jennifer Chiaverini printed onto it:

"At last she understood the true lesson of the Christmas Quilt, that a family was an act of creation, the piecing together of disparate fragments into one cloth--often harmonious, occasionally clashing and discordant, but sometimes unexpectedly beautiful and strong. Without contrast there was no pattern, as Great-Aunt Lucinda had taught her long ago, and each piece, whether finest silk or faded cotton, would endure if sewn fast to the others with strong seams--bonds of love and loyalty, tradition and faith."

The back of the page has more of Granny's sample blocks and pieces fused onto a muslin background which is fused onto a thin cotton batting. One edge is finished with a binding of strips of vintage cloth; the other three edges are satin stitched. I had planned to bind the whole piece with the colorful vintage fabrics but after attaching the one side I thought that doing the whole edge would overwhelm the page.

I am very pleased with the journal quilt fabric book that I've completed. I missed a couple of months but think that I've said what I planned on saying from the conception of this project. I still have to figure out how to attach the pages into a book format and will post a photo when that is completed. I cannot express how happy I am to have taken part in this Challenge. It gave me the opportunity to learn so much about art quilting and fabric collage as well as creating the memorial to my Granny's life and creativity that I've wanted to do for several years. I now plan to display the finished fabric book, in July, at the art show on Missouri Day in my and Granny's hometown, Fowler, Colorado. There are many people there who remember her and will appreciate this tribute to her.

It is appropriate that I quoted from one of the Elm Creek Quilt books, since Jennifer Chiaverini is responsible for me being involved with online quilters. When I read the Master Quilter as a new quilter, I was fascinated by the online group of quilters and decided to get online and see what it was all about. That is how I became a member of the About.com Quilting Forum which led to The Journal Quilt Challenge 2006, which finally brought us to the Quilt Studio Webring (see sidebar button).

WOTB Beggar's Block

Here is my block for the Syrophoenician Woman. This one was just pieced and is not a precise as the PP'd ones.

The Syrophoenician Woman came to Jesus and begged for healing for her daughter who was demon possessed and suffering greatly. Jesus asked her if he should feed the children's (Jews) food to the dogs (gentiles) and his apostles tried to shoo her away. She persevered and kept pleading; replying that the dogs were allowed to eat the crumbs that fell off the table onto the floor. Jesus then told her that because of her great faith her daughter was healed. Her story can be found in Matthew 15 and Mark 7.

I chose the orange to represent the woman demanding Jesus' attention and healing for her daughter. The blue represents her trust and confidence in Jesus. The gold is always the presence of God which never fails, no matter what the situation.

I'm not getting much quiltmaking done and am having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. Would you believe, I tripped on the two steps up from the sunporch into the house and fell down again. I managed to mangle two of my potted herb plants in the process and rebruised my right knee, bruised my left thigh and knee and wrenched my back. With major effort and pain I did manage to get back up and toddle to the recliner and I'm stiff and sore today. I think this is a definite sign that I need to get back to Curves to exercise three times a day. When I was going regularly and taking off weight my balance was a lot better. So...my first goal for the coming year is to exercise at Curves three times a week and shed a minimum of 6 pounds a month until I reach the weight that my doctor recommends for me. This ought to resolve the falling problem plus improve my general health and condition.

Santa and Reindeers on Main Street

It was a gorgeous day, blue skies, sun, 66 degrees F., and Santa Claus making his list and getting his photo taken by proud parents. I took my foster granddaughter, Amber, to see the reindeer and ponies. There was a herd of seven reindeers from the Top Rail Ranch in Penrose in a pen at the local bank parking lot, which opens off Main Street. They are smaller than I realized and some had very large antlers, these were the females, there were only two young males. They are very tame and unafraid of even crowds of people. I was entranced by them, but then, I think camels are cute.

Santa's helpers were taking people on rides in a small decorated wagon pulled by two ponies, Biscuit and Gravy. I didn't care to try to climb up on the wagon but Amber enjoyed a ride around the block. That mansion behind the wagon was the home of the founder of Florence. For many years it has been a mortuary since Mr. McCandless didn't need it any longer. He named the town for one of his daughters.

We were lucky to find a parking spot in the parking lot. Main Street and the side streets were parked solid, I hope people were doing lots of Christmas shopping at the antique stores and art galleries. These are the kind of activities that make it fun to live in a small town that is an antique shopping mecca.

The picturesque commercial buildings along Main Street, that are now filled with antique shops and art galleries, were built at the turn of the Twentieth Century with the wealth of the gold from Cripple Creek, on the flank of Pikes Peak. The Florence and Cripple Creek RR carried the ore to be processed in several mills in Florence. There was also an active oil field and two refineries here, and numerous coal mines. Now Florence has antiques and art, Cripple Creek has legalized gambling and the old RR bed is a tourist scenic road through the Phantom Canyon. It's a tough life, but someone has to live here. We love company so you are all invited to stop by.

WIP Wednesday

I almost forgot that this was Wednesday; I've had doctor's appointments all week and haven't had time to do much. Luckily, I'm getting good news on my condition except that I've gained 10 pounds back of the 35 pounds I lost last year; so I'm back on my eat healthy and exercise regimen as soon as my ankle can stand using the machines at Curves. Why is it so hard to continue shedding weight and exercising when it makes me feel so much better? Too many years of managing my feelings with food rather than a more positive way.

Here is a photo of my work table as it looks this evening. I'm piecing another WOTB block and assembling my December Journal Quilt. This JQ is built around a block designed and sewn by Granddaughter, Mandy, from pieces out of the scrap basket; the quilting heritage passing on to the next generation. Mandy was pleased to allow me to use her block in my fabric book. I want to get this completed and posted soon so I can then concentrate on Christmas.

I've been corresponding with Debra and Beth about making one of the children's quilts for the 40 Quilt Service Project. Beth is sending some great striped sky designs fabric to make a Strippy Nine Patch quilt. I am delighted to be involved with this project to make quilts for many deserving people in 2007. Quilters have such big hearts!

Thank Our Troops this Holiday Season

Remember my neighbor, Crystal, who was injured by schrapnel in Iraq early this year, so I made her a flag quilt with the logo of her Engineers batallion as a token of my appreciation. Now we can send thank you e-mails to military personnel on this Thank the Troops site. Thanks to Teri and Debra for this link.

Update on Crystal's condition. She is now sporting a bandage over most of her head, as she recuperates from surgery to repair the damage to her ear drums. They waited to do this surgery until she had healed from the schrapnel injuries and strengthened her body with physical therapy. Hope when she heals that she will have her hearing back. It's ironic that she lost her hearing from the concussion of this explosion; her older sister was born deaf and the family all converse with her in sign language.

We owe so much to these military men and women who are protecting our freedom from those who despise us and our freedom.

A side note: I just read that 1000 survivors are signed up to attend the Pearl Harbor 65th Anniversary Reunion this week in Honolulu.

WIP Wednesday with Snow

Woke up to our first accumulation of snow this fall with a high temperature today of 27 degrees F. First thing I saw when I looked out the window this morning was the Curve Billed Thrasher sitting on the fence next to the big Cholla cactus. He spent last winter with us and only left this spring after singing his heart out to win a mate; when she didn't appear he took off to find her elsewhere. I've so hoped that he would come back to winter with us again. The bird feeders are swarming with the Blue Jays and the Juncoes and White Crowned Sparrows that come down from the foothills looking for dinner when there is a snowstorm. (If you click on the photo to enlarge it you may be able to see some of the tiny birds.)

Luckily, I got the feeders all filled yesterday, but in the process, I stubbed my toe and fell down, wrenching my ankle and bruising and scraping my right knee. The good news is that I was able to get up by myself, but I am sore and stiff today. So I am coddling myself and keeping warm. The cats are curled up, sleeping the day away on my bed. I know that I am part cat; that's the way to spend a snowy day.


I finished another WOTB block last night; the Crown of Thorns for Joanna. Joanna was the wife of an official in Herod's court and was healed of some ailment by Jesus and, thereafter, followed him and helped support him in his traveling ministry. She was present with the other women at the crucifixion and at the tomb early Sunday morning to complete the embalming of his body when they discovered that the body was missing. You can read about Joanna in Luke 8:1-3, Luke 23-24; Mark 15 and Matthew 27.

I chose the red for love, courage and blood; green is for generosity and growth; and acquamarine is for spirituality and healing; as always, the gold represents God's presence. This block was paper pieced.

I am now ready to start on the Beggar Block for the Syrophoenician woman.

The other WIP for me at this time is to learn to use EQ5. I was able to get the software at a good price because the new EQ6 will soon be released. I am fascinated by the possibilities but haven't had much time to play with it. I see that Quilt U online will have a basic class starting in January that I plan to take. Now I hope that Santa sees fit to bring me the Barbara Bachman Blockbase to go with my EQ5. I have several virtual quilts in my mind that I'd like to graph the layouts and get started on, including the Aeroplane quilt for my pilot son, and the series of seasonal photo quilts I want to do next year.

Thanks to Debra who reinstalled my lost Quilt Studio button on the sidebar. She is dragging some of us "kicking and screaming" into the new age of electronic technology. Can you believe we have 47 members in the Quilt Studio webring? What a great bunch of creative and supportive quilt artists.

Cut and Paste

Fitzy has recommended that I cut and paste a picture of Joe into the family photo. Since several people liked this photo of Joe in my dear departed Halloween blog, I thought I could use it. How do you think it would look?








Or maybe this one would be better, since he is looking at the camera, and the light is better.












Actually, he does clean up pretty good. Here he is at our granddaughter's wedding. I'm not sure who that old gal next to him is.

Thanksgiving Redux

Long's Peak from Carl's deck. (Please click to enlarge and get the details.)

Since my son, Carl, and his wife, Robyn, moved back to Boulder from California a few years ago, the family gathers each year at their house to celebrate Thanksgiving. This year we had a houseful of people and lovely weather. Their home is in the small community of Niwot, which is a few miles northeast of Boulder, with a fantastic view of the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains. Niwot (Left Hand) was the name of a chief of the Arapahoe tribe at the time Boulder was settled by gold seeking pioneers from further east. It is such a beautiful place I sympathize with the Native Americans for losing their favorite wintering camp site.

We had five generations at the gathering, from my parents down to our two greatgrandchildren, with numerous children and grandchildren. For dinner we had a table for ten in the dining room, another table for ten and a table for the five youngest children set up in the adjoining large foyer.

Oldest daughter, Michal Ann, prepared the turkey, dressing, potatoes and gravy. My Dad (90 years of age) peeled the potatoes for her. Carl and Robyn are vegetarians, so she made her yummy cashew loaf and lots of veggies and breads. Youngest daughter, Sharon and her daughter, Samantha baked a caramel cheesecake, apple dapple cake, and a German chocolate birthday cake (Carl's birthday was also on the 23rd, and grandson, Jason, on the 17th). Middle daughter, Kat, and I filled in with special breads, bread pudding, Cajun pecans and assorted other goodies. I remember that before the kids grew up, it was my job to prepare the Thanksgiving dinners; I don't know how I did it, now. Mike says the only thing she doesn't like to do is peel the potatoes and Sharon loves to bake. I can't forget that adult granddaughters, Lindsay and Brooke also brought dishes. Robyn always provides a variety of red and white wines and sparkling grape juice. Needless to say, noone went away hungry.

We were honored by the presence of two new people this year; granddaughter Brooke's new boyfrend, Donnie, who escaped New Orleans the day before Katrina hit, shared some of his family's Cajun customs with us; and youngest daughter, Sharon's lifelong best friend, Karen, introduced us to her new husband, Brendon. He is from the West of Ireland, near Galway and had that wonderful Irish brogue.

After dinner, Carl brought out his tripod and camera, arranged us all on the stairs and took a set of family photos. He was even able to get out from behind the camera and into the picture without tripping over the tripod. Getting everyone gathered and arranged and quiet and smiling into the camera was a major operation and when it was all finished we realized that my husband, Joe, who had been reading in the music room behind the stairs, hadn't been gathered and somehow didn't hear all the ruckus, so he missed being in the photo.

The girls posed as Dirt (Kat in brown shirt), Stem (Michal Ann in tan shirt), and Flower, (Sharon in orange shirt). The have their mother's creative genes and sense of humor.

We always have such a lot of fun together; my kids are all comedians who play off each other; people often say that Carl reminds them of Chevy Chase, nuff said. I am so thankful to have a family who love and support and enjoy each other.

Rian, You're On

Rian and I had a discussion about women's purses on her blog. In response she published a photo of her purse and contents and threw down the gauntlet for all of us to bare all about our purses. Here's mine.

I've always had to have a shoulder bag because I hate to have my hands tied up holding a purse; I also insist on an outside pocket that is big enough to carry a file folder and a book, I go nowhere without a book. It takes me so long to find a purse that meets my specifications that I buy a good one that will last a long time and I almost never change bags, no matter what I'm wearing. [I love being 68, I can dress and act the way I choose no matter what the fashionistas say.] This bag is a Fossil woman's heavy leather briefcase that I found at Foley's (now Macy's) over a year ago. I don't think I could wear it out if I used a hatchet.

In it I carry a wallet that holds money, checkbook, credit cards, an ID, and one colored and one sheer lipgloss, and has a shoulder strap if I need to pull it out and take it and leave the rest in the car (right after I purchased it my youngest daughter's puppy chewed the strap in two, so I knotted it and use it anyway); an Ipaq that takes the place of the memory I used to have (Joe gave it to me for Christmas a couple of years ago to take the place of the huge Franklin planner I carried); a brush, mirror and small flashlight; a package of Kleenex; bubble gum; 4 pens & pencils and an emory board; a tiny folding magnifying lens and a tape measure; a small pocket knife and a baggy with Darjeeling tea bags (my kids never have tea bags).

For waiting rooms, etc., I carry the book I'm currently reading (note the name of this one, "Women's Work, very appropos) and a plastic case holding a small needlepoint project and folding scissors.

Then comes the stuff that most people don't have to carry and I used to not have to (please do not comment on my grammar, or lack thereof). The plastic makeup bag with a red cross on it carries emergency medical supplies: a glucagon filled syringe and glucose tablets in case of low blood sugar because I'm on insulin; nitroglycerin tablets; a rescue inhaler; and emergency meds info. Another plastic case carries a pill holder, cough lozenges, and dry eye drops. There is also a folder for the front pocket that holds other emergency medical info for both me and my parents, since I hold heir medical POA.

And I cannot forget my keys and my small digital camera as well as a book of matches. I think that's everything. Whew! Needless to say this all gives my kids fits, and Joe threatens to buy me a little red wagon to carry it all.

Had to edit to add that I arrange the items in my purse as it I were blind; every item in my purse has it's own spot so I can find things in the dark by feel. I hate the idea of having to dump everything out to find something.

And then to make it all more impossible, when I am away from my home oxygen concentrator and 50 foot tether, I travel with Ursula Oxygen, who is an over the shoulder pulse dose oxygen supply.

Years ago, one of my work colleagues asked me if I had been a Girl Scout since my motto seemed to be "Be Prepared". All my friends and family know that if they need something, they can come to me and I probably have it in my handbag.

I was never a lipstick and American Express card in my jeans pocket sort of girl; my personality tests always suggested that I might try to prioritize better. But my motto is really "ABUNDANZA!!!"

I admire your small purse, Rian, but I have no idea how you do it.

Have a Thankful Thanksgiving

Nov. Journal Quilt_ From Granny to Rie

My November journal quilt celebrates the passing of traditions, skills, and loves from generation to generation; specifically from Granny to me (Francie Rie, my childhood nickname). I used vintage fabrics and ephemera from Granny's stash to construct this fabric collage, the only non-vintage item is the chicken button, but for Granny I had to include a chicken.

The background fabric is two three pound muslin sugar sacks from the Crystal Sugar Company factory in Rocky Ford, Colorado (my birthplace). Poppa worked at the factory and Daddy raised sugar beets for it on the farm. Granny would bleach out the text on the sacks and use the muslin in her quilts. The last two that I found in her quilting stuff have been very precious to me and I've known that someday I'd find a way to use them meaningfully. I made no effort to remove the age stains from the sacks because I didn't want to fade the labels any more than they already were.

The top border is a remnant of a pieced border that was left over when a quilt was finished. The Log Cabin fabrics were pieces from her stash and frame a four generation photo of Gramma Graham, Granny Corf, Mom Evy, and baby Francie Rie (short for Marie, which my cousin, Deanie couldn't pronounce). Notice that the smile hasn't changed that much through the years. These wonderful women gave me a very good start in life.

The photo and the ephemera are all printed onto prepared cotton sheets and fused to the background and edge stitched by machine. The green label is from a package of red rickrack that still has some of the rickrack on it. (Granny's generation saved and used everything.) The green hexagons are from the unfinished Grandmother's Flower Garden pieces that I've used in several of my journal quilts. I made a yo-yo from a piece of her fabric and attached it to the center of the circle logo with an old red button. The crocheted butterfly is also from Granny's stash and is machine stitched on with an old bakelite button for the body. The left side was bordered by sewing on a part of an actual old tape measure from the collection.

The back has one of Granny's quilt pattern clippings from the Capper's Weekly printed on cotton and fused on along with two old needle packages, which were also printed onto cotton and fused on. These appear to be from the WWII time frame but the Eagle has "made in Germany" printed on it so must be from right after the war when the USA was occupying part of Germany.
I can't quite imagine the Germans making USA patriotic needle packages while they were fighting us.


I've had the pieces and parts of this page in my Journal Quilt project box since the first of the year and am so pleased that I finally figured out a way to use them in this tribute to Granny's impact on my life.

If you click on the picture to enlarge it you will be able to see a note in Granny's handwriting on the clipping.

WIP Wednesday

Here is what I am working on today. I've got all but the last two borders on this Bargello for my oldest daughter. I guess I'm going to try to machine quilt it myself. I am fairly inexperienced with machine quilting and not very good but the only way I'll improve is by doing it. Darn! I admire good quilting so much that I wish I could do it better and enjoy doing it instead of feeling like I'm going to have a root canal.

I chose these fabric colors to resemble one of Monet's waterlily paintings since Michal is very fond of them. I enjoyed sewing the strips together even though it was slow and required precision; it seems almost like magic to me the way all the seams snuggle up to each other when pinned and sewn. It's so satisfying after pressing the seams to see how all the corners match and make the design. The narrowest strips are only one quarter inch wide when sewn.

I've always enjoyed doing needlepoint bargello also. It's a pattern I like. I once considered stitching bargello upholstery for a wing back chair but luckily my sanity came back before I attempted it. A homemaker with cats should not put so much effort into her upholstery.

I'm also doing a lot of ruminating on what I want to put together for the November Journal Quilt. I'd like to figure out an attractive way to use some bits and pieces I like but wasn't able to use in previous JQs.

I'm also incubating the idea for a series of four quilts, based on the seasons, using the nature photos I've been taking printed on cotton, similar to the September JQ, Granny's Flower Garden,
only larger. This will take over a year to complete because I want to use seasonal photographs, many of which I have yet to take. I have a good size collection of Autumn photos and it is all I can do to forget everything else and jump into this, but I have promises to keep.

I'm taking a class on making a floral embellishment tomorrow at the Creative Cloth Closet in Canon City. I hope I'll have a nice creation to share when I get finished. The sample in the shop really caught my eye.

Starting Over

Dear Friend, Grab a carton of Ben and Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar ice cream, pull up a chair and commiserate with me. While switching Toad Haven Annex to Beta, I inadvertantly deleted my whole blog; a whole year of communication right down the tubes. It is heck to be so computer illiterate!!! But, what better way to learn. It's all right to fall down but now it is time to get back up and begin again. [Is there a way that I can backup my blog so I don't lose it again?]

Here is the block for Herodias (week 42) for the Women of the Bible quilt and study I'm involved in. I chose the purple and gold fabric for the Queen's Pride. I thought the pattern of the purple was frantically busy as Herodias must have felt while doing all her scheming and plotting to better her position in life. This block is done in fused raw edge applique. I love the combination of circles and squares. This is the 23rd block I've done of the series of 52.

Herodias was the wife of Herod Atipas, who schemed with her daughter, Salome, to get Herod to behead John the Baptist. Her wicked and bloodthirsty story can be read in Matthew 14, Mark 6, and Luke 3:19. In researching Herodias I found the absolutely fascinating chronicles of the three New Testament Herods (Herod the Great, Herod Antipas, and Herod Agrippa). [I confess to being nuts about Jewish history, as well as other histories.]

Since I am now up to date with current blocks, I went back and completed the Altar Steps block for Hannah (week 18). Hannah was a barren wife who wept and prayed at the Tabernacle for a child. Eli, the priest, saw her and thought she was drunk. When she explained her suffering to Eli he prayed that she would be blessed with a child. Hannah dedicated her son, Samuel, to the Lord and after he was weaned she took him to stay at the Tabernacle with Eli, where he could be trained to serve the Lord. Each year she took him a new robe that she had stitched.

This block was paper pieced with the center octagon fused on and machine stitched. The light blue was for trust and confidence, the purple for spirituality and wisdom, and the green was for fertility. The touches of Gold represent the presence of God.

You can read Hannah's story at I Samuel 1-2.