Wednesday, November 23, 2011
A Quilter's Suggestion
At the risk of repeating myself, a lot, I will say, again--Hug each other until it makes your arms hurt.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Before I Leave
Before I leave, I will try to add a bit to the pattern:
With a removable pen, mark a line 7" down from the top edge of the muslin piece. The line should go from side to side, the entire width of the muslin.
I need a little help, here. A reader who goes by the "name," Shellerina, contacted me asking questions about the wedding quilt that I posted several months back. I just found her comment, today, gulp. (long story) Anyway, I do not want to ignore her question, so, hopefully, she is not so angry with me for not responding that she has given up on me, altogether. Hi, Shellerina, please let me know how to contact you about the quilt.
Now, if I do not add to this blog for the next several days, it is because we have left for New Orleans and the dreaded week ahead of us. My sister arrives in New Orleans, today. The rest of our family arrives on Wednesday...The weird thoughts that are traveling around my head--I mean, I was so looking forward to seeing my dear brothers. Then, it occurred to me, this morning, it just makes it so much more real that they will be there and my sister will not. Now, dread is my dominant emotion....
Please, all of you have a great Thanksgiving. Hug everyone you know. I will be giving thanks for all of the amazing love and support that has poured out of you guys. So, again, I thank you.
Now, if I do not add to this blog for the next several days, it is because we have left for New Orleans and the dreaded week ahead of us. My sister arrives in New Orleans, today. The rest of our family arrives on Wednesday...The weird thoughts that are traveling around my head--I mean, I was so looking forward to seeing my dear brothers. Then, it occurred to me, this morning, it just makes it so much more real that they will be there and my sister will not. Now, dread is my dominant emotion....
Please, all of you have a great Thanksgiving. Hug everyone you know. I will be giving thanks for all of the amazing love and support that has poured out of you guys. So, again, I thank you.
Quilting Fun
Definitely room for lots of fun with so much sadness in our hearts so let's add to the directions:( I decided to start doing this in red and green due to the impending season, and, it is a gift)
If using the optional rickrack, sew a row of rickrack to front side of the hemmed edge of each ruffle. (I used a different color rickrack for each of the three ruffles.)
Monday, November 21, 2011
Almost forgot...
more directions:
Press one of the longer ruffle edges under 1/4" and then press under, again, 1/4" Sew in place. Repeat for the other two ruffles.
Did I mention that the first person to send me a picture of the completed item will get a free yard of fabric? Did I also mention that I will be selling this pattern after this, not, giving it away???
Press one of the longer ruffle edges under 1/4" and then press under, again, 1/4" Sew in place. Repeat for the other two ruffles.
Did I mention that the first person to send me a picture of the completed item will get a free yard of fabric? Did I also mention that I will be selling this pattern after this, not, giving it away???
This Quilter's Life...
My husband. Have I ever mentioned that he is the light of my life? Well, that has nothing to do with anything right now, not really. I just wanted to mention that.
He came home from Arkansas so quickly that he did not bring his shaving kit, his clothes, anything but his wonderful self. That was on stupid, sucky Thursday. On Friday he said he felt he should go see his mother and his brother in Alabama. I think that he, too, had to see, feel, touch, more.... The more family, the better. Reassure himself that all was the "same," somewhere. So, Saturday morning he headed out with the plan to drive up to his apartment, first, then on to Birmingham. A few hours later he called to say that he had forgotten to go to his apartment...he was already in Mississippi. I told him, "So what? buy some socks and underwear and keep on going." By Sunday morning he was at his brother's house, reassuring himself that all was as well as it could be there (his brother has Parkinson's, his sister-in-law was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, and his mother is 93, deaf, blind, and her mind is unstable. What is "normal?" Oh yeah, I said, "all was the same, somewhere."...) had lunch and headed back home. His plan was to be home by Sunday night. The best laid plans... He had a flat on the interstate. He called to say that the emergency tire was horrible and he was spending the night in Tuscaloosa so he could get new tires, Monday. Just as long as that guy makes it back into my arms by tonight, I am as good as I can be at this time in my life. I know that was probably boring to the rest of the world, but, you know what? I crave boring right now.
He came home from Arkansas so quickly that he did not bring his shaving kit, his clothes, anything but his wonderful self. That was on stupid, sucky Thursday. On Friday he said he felt he should go see his mother and his brother in Alabama. I think that he, too, had to see, feel, touch, more.... The more family, the better. Reassure himself that all was the "same," somewhere. So, Saturday morning he headed out with the plan to drive up to his apartment, first, then on to Birmingham. A few hours later he called to say that he had forgotten to go to his apartment...he was already in Mississippi. I told him, "So what? buy some socks and underwear and keep on going." By Sunday morning he was at his brother's house, reassuring himself that all was as well as it could be there (his brother has Parkinson's, his sister-in-law was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, and his mother is 93, deaf, blind, and her mind is unstable. What is "normal?" Oh yeah, I said, "all was the same, somewhere."...) had lunch and headed back home. His plan was to be home by Sunday night. The best laid plans... He had a flat on the interstate. He called to say that the emergency tire was horrible and he was spending the night in Tuscaloosa so he could get new tires, Monday. Just as long as that guy makes it back into my arms by tonight, I am as good as I can be at this time in my life. I know that was probably boring to the rest of the world, but, you know what? I crave boring right now.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
A Little More...
If piecing middle and bottom ruffles, sew 2 of the same color ruffle strips along the 9" sides, right sides together. Repeat for the second ruffle. (8" sides)
Quilter Has a Bit of Good News
In this chaos, I forgot to mention that I found out that my manuscript is scheduled to go to the printer's on Monday. I believe that is about 6 weeks earlier than expected. Dare I hope to get the book before the year is out? I look forward to anything that will take my mind off of "reality overload." I am such a firm believer in keeping busy, maniacally busy when the need arises. Well, Need has risen her ugly head. Right now, I am trying to reclaim the house from the water damage, clean everything, cut fabric, make patterns, assemble kits, sew some of my list of projects, whatever. To be honest, it is not really working. I am getting a lot done....
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Quilty Pattern
So Far, So Good...let's collect the data to date:
Body: Muslin 13" x WOF
Top Ruffle: 1 piece cut 9" x WOF ( 1/4 yard, or one piece 9" x 40")
Middle Ruffle: 2 pieces cut 9" x WOF ( 1/2 yard, or, one piece 9" x 80")
Bottom Ruffle: 2 pieces cut 8" x WOF ( 1/2 yard, or, one piece 8"x 80")
Waist Band: 7" x 68 1/2" (or 1/2 yard cut into four 7" x 17 1/2")
Wide Rick Rack, 3 packages (optional)
Directions: Trim all selvedge edges.
All the Days
All of the days are blurring into one another. My head hurts, my heart hurts....
When I was 13, we had two dogs, a Chihuahua, Timmy, and a Beagle, Snuffie. They loved each other. They slept, spooned together, all the time. Snuffie was much larger but was the baby of the family. Each morning both dogs would go out together. Always, Timmie would return first. After some not-so-patient waiting and tapping of his impatient little doggie paws, he would go back out and retrieve the errant "baby." Same routine, every day. Then, one day, Snuffie was killed by a hit-and-run driver. Each day, after that, Timmie would go out, then return. He would wait, as usual, then go out to get Snuffie. He would come home, wait some more, and go looking and returning, obviously, alone. He never ate, again; he rarely slept. Within less than a month, he, too, died. He had truly died of a broken heart.
I know how he felt.
When I was 13, we had two dogs, a Chihuahua, Timmy, and a Beagle, Snuffie. They loved each other. They slept, spooned together, all the time. Snuffie was much larger but was the baby of the family. Each morning both dogs would go out together. Always, Timmie would return first. After some not-so-patient waiting and tapping of his impatient little doggie paws, he would go back out and retrieve the errant "baby." Same routine, every day. Then, one day, Snuffie was killed by a hit-and-run driver. Each day, after that, Timmie would go out, then return. He would wait, as usual, then go out to get Snuffie. He would come home, wait some more, and go looking and returning, obviously, alone. He never ate, again; he rarely slept. Within less than a month, he, too, died. He had truly died of a broken heart.
I know how he felt.
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