Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Pink Baby Quilt

This sweet baby quilt was pieced by Joanne from wonderful little prints.  And then, she added gold in the sashings.  I would not have thought to use that color, but it works so well.  She is so good with color.

There are 176 little blocks!  To show them off, I just quilted in the ditch around them and they popped right out.  I am not a good border quilter, so I just extended the quilting to the edges.  That works well and ensures that the sashings lie nice and flat.  The backing is pink with random white dots.

I enjoy the concept of colaborative quilting.  I enjoy quilting and thinking about how even though its snowy in my Kentucky world, it's surely more snowy in Joanne's Maine world.  I enjoy thinking about how she said she was making soup for dinner.  How she knows so much about gardening. 

Joanne sent another pretty top, this one in green.  I'll make that quilt sandwich today.  And I'll be thinking about her generosity in making a quilt for a teeny baby in a different state.  I'll think about how, in our divided country, we need more Joanne's pulling us together. 

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Home Office

Someone in a meeting recently said they would like to see the office spaces of the other committee members.  I took a couple of pictures and sent them.  I have to admit to feeling pretty vulnerable doing that, not sure exactly why.  Maybe because hardly anyone sees this area except for me.

One side of my office is pretty office-y.  The other side has been overtaken by sewing machines.

During the holidays the office is also the wrapping/packing area, so it looks different now than it did a month ago.

I have spent part of the morning shoveling snow and trying to get the ice off my porch.  I'm not sure why the porch ended up a sheet of ice, a really, really thick sheet of ice.  The gutters are clean, so it wasn't a gutter issue, and it was too cold for the snow on the roof to melt anyway.  Maybe there was Ice Melt left over from the previous freezing rain and it kept the snow melted until the temperatures dropped.  Maybe not.

Most likely, chipping at the ice with a hammer isn't the preferred way of dealing with this, but it's what I could come up with.

Sunday, January 7, 2018


So, do you want to build a snowman?  Probably not this week, here.  The temperatures are rising and our "snow" will most likely be rain.  Fingers crossed.

And then in a couple of days, the temps should be in the 50's, a good time for me to bring in the exterior Christmas lights.

I just went outside to bring in a couple of items from my car and the air felt different.  Moist.  Without that bitter edge.

My wonderful sister just send me a post-Christmas box with 19 fat quarters.  Nineteen!  Her tastes run toward 30's reproduction fabrics, she is an historical librarian, after all.  A nice addition to my pretty fabrics.  And perfect for the Elizabeth Hartman cat pattern that I plan to make for my niece.  For now, the box lives in my bedroom where I can look through it before bed.

My dreams lately have been of running.  Happily running.  Maybe those new athletic shoes in my closet are having an influence.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Family Mending

I could write about how cold it is here, but it is cold everywhere so I won't do that.

I enjoy family mending very much.  Like fixing a hole in a favorite pair of jeans.  They aren't beautiful now but they are functional still.  At a quick glance, no one will say, "Oh, look, your jeans are mended."

It seems that in the past months I've done more fixing than creating.  And it isn't that I've done all that much fixing.  Sometimes, I find, my creativity needs a bit of rest and reset.

I'm sure I shared this last New Year's, maybe even the one before that.  But, I love the thoughts and the poetry,  I don't know who gets the credit for this lovely bit of verse.

When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart. 

Going into 2018, I feel that we need to remember this more than ever.  Happy New Year, everyone!

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Post Christmas

Sarah and I always enjoy The Elusive Cow bar/restaurant in Bellevue, with its cozy feel, good draft selection, and ease of vegetarian ordering.  I know the picture is a little overwhelming, but you can pick our a table inside, car parked outside the door, and a nativity at the church across the street.  We shared portobello fries and nachos and we each had our own beer.  Perfect.

Sarah stayed an extra day because she picked up a cold.  Germs are everywhere, no blaming it on any one person.  She started on her way back today, stopping in Berea to run to the top of the East and West Pinnacles outside of town.  Neither her cold or the cold temperature seemed to bother her too much.

And now the house is once again too quiet.  The front door stays shut.  The refrigerator door stays shut.  The washer isn't washing.  There are no tv video games and no hockey equipment here and there.  The piano lid is closed.  No one is asking for a charging cable.  Sigh.

Monday, December 25, 2017


Merry Christmas, everyone!  Celebrate!

Sunday, December 24, 2017

On December 23

Yesterday was the annual visit to the REAL Santa at Macy's.  Santa's visiting hours began at noon and there was no sneaking into his chair for Santa.  He showed up at the back of the line and greeted families along his way.

Hathaway's Diner has been in Carew Tower since 1956 and has become part of our Santa experience.  Comfort food, sandwiches, and breakfast all day.

Carew Tower is a wonderful art deco experience.  Sometimes, when the weather is nice, we go to the rooftop observatory and look down on the skaters and shoppers below.  This wasn't one of those days.  There was a cold breeze and rain, which did nothing to detract from our day.

The grands spent the afternoon at my house in the traditional waiting-for-Aunt-Sarah holiday tradition.  She arrived just in time for us to go to Bridget's for a lovely evening.  Bridget had a great  pasta and salad bar, thanks, Bridget.

Back at my house, Aaron stayed up until midnight so he could say, "It's Christmas Eve."