Wednesday, August 24, 2016


I ran into a friend of mine today.   She is sending intentions for a friend of hers.  Intention for healing, for tolerating the treatment, for living in comfort.  I like this idea.  It rings true for me since I don't pray.  But this could be a prayer, without the deiety involved.  Not that there is anything wrong with deieties.  I am not saying that.  Sending intention seems more powerful to me.  With that, I intend to do just that; send intentions to those in need.

There certainly are many in need now, yes?  We can send prayers, intentions, good thoughts to all who are in need.  And those of us who have plenty, should do just that.

I worked on the scrappy quilt today.  Actually I spent a fair amount of time organizing my scraps. then I had some fun with the design board at the Quilt Zoo.  Oh that I had that kind of light in my sewing loft!  Oh that I had that much wall space in my loft! 
When I step back far enough, which was impossible to do in my loft, I see the design and don't feel so dizzy. 

I am liking this.  I reckon I will tweak it so that the centers are more distinct.  Could be a fun one to quilt edge to edge. 

My intent with big block quilt, now on the frame, was to quilt it edge to edge.  Nope.  That didn't happen.  The quilting isn't showing up so well right now.  Once it is finished and washed, I think it will show.  It isn't as dense as some of my other stuff and I am learning more about avoiding stops and starts.  Using the same color of thread helps too.  I do, though, want to just start at one edge and work all the way across the quilt.  Maybe one day.

Saturday, August 6, 2016


I filter all comments.  Occasionally I am amused by the spam.  This is an example:

 I was getting bore since morning but as soon as I got this link & reached at this blog, I turned into fresh and also joyful too

 There was a link attached which I could not delete from the comment so I cut and pasted it here.  I know that businesses are commenting to increase the hits to their sites.  I don't mind that.  I don't have to help them, though.


I Like It

 I finished this scrappy quilt and am quite pleased with the result.  The scrappy squares are quilted along the diagonal strips, not in the ditch, not even close.  I wasn't going for perfection.  The flowers are quite "organic."  I did use a ruler for the straight lines.  The quilt wasn't square so I couldn't use the channel lock on the frame.  Lots of starts and stops so lots of threads to bury.   

I like it.  Piecing design and quilting are mine, and mine alone. 

I started sorting and cleaning the loft and found this bag ready for construction.   I put it together.     This design tends to be a bottomless pit, though.  The zipper, while the right color, is the wrong type and doesn't work so well.  I like it, even so.  I am using it.
Not right now, though.  I am using my Fave now because I am traveling.  It is bigger and has pockets outside as well as in.  Much better for organizing.  A very dear friend made this bag for me.  I like it.

(It used to have an "E" button on the front.  Alas, it fell off. I can be hard on bags)

Tuesday, July 5, 2016


A couple of weekends ago, Steven and I took care of the DGD for two days and two nights.  She is cuter that cute and I had more oxytocin running through my bloodstream than is legal, I am sure.  It felt illegal anyway.  I was JUST SO HAPPY.

For some reason, DGD decided that the tote bag hanging next to her stroller in the foyer was hers.  
 We took a walk Sunday morning before her parents returned.  She insisted on dragging the bag along after filling it with her bunny and her tiger, a bathtub toy and some squiggly spongy thing.  Very important cargo, no doubt. 

 She clutched it in her lap once she climbed into the stroller.  Even when she nodded off and the dang thing slipped, getting tangled in the wheels, she wouldn't let it go.  NO!  MINE!

Monday, July 4, 2016

Remember the Fourth!

My cycling partner lives a half mile down the road and up a hill.  Our DHs cycle together as well and this morning I heard Steven on the phone:

"Oh, yeah,  She's really tired from yesterday.  She won't want to do that."

I put down my book and sternly admonished him

"DO NOT speak for me."

He handed the phone over.  I would like to say meekly, but he's used to me.

S. was at the other end.  "I am going to be lazy today."  So I knew a bike ride was off.  Her back was out from an over exertion at the Boot Camp exercise class from last week.

I suggested a walk and we agreed on 1000 AM.

At 0950 I  started out for S.'s house.  We were meeting part way on the road.  I wanted to set the "calories burned" icon on my new Garmin Vivoactive HR fitness tracker.  It was a gift from VW.  They cheated us you know.  That big, international, multi billion dollar, German car maker.  Turns out the "clean diesel" was a BIG FAT LIE.  VW sent out a Good Will package.  Five hundred dollar gift card.  Like that's gonna make a difference.  I spent mine frivolously with glee.  The HR ate up a chunk of it.

Our road is pretty well traveled and we headed back up the hill past S.'s house and up and up and up the dirt road then down to a junction. Turn right back out to the pavement down another road and past my house.  Turn left and you go up some more. Back in the Naughties we would walk to dogs along this route always turning right.  At my house Frannie and I would go in.  S and and Allie would go home.

Today we turned left.  Up and Up and Up.  Near the top, S. told me that we could make a loop instead of going back.  She hates out and back: on the bike, on a walk.  So we kept going.  

In the end, it was a 6 mile walk.  So much for being lazy.  I walked an extra half mile each way.  Then I spent the afternoon on the couch with my book and the dogs.

So now S. and I have a slogan.  Remember the Fourth.  Which means almost the same thing that Remember the Pfaff means to me and Betsy.  

Thursday, June 16, 2016


I had thought that I would just quilt this with a simple edge to edge (E2E)design.  Simple = fast, right?  I have little experience with E2E, other than spirals and stippling.  I did not want to do either.  I pondered and pondered.  I practiced on the white board.  I had decided to try a spiral with fingers and feathers.  My practice on the white board sucked.  Oh ICK.  So I slept on it.

I thought some about flowers.  I rather liked the idea.  Then, when I was standing in the hall contemplating the quilt, I saw the design.  Flowers in the colored squares, echoing the stripes in the pieced blocks and straight lines in the light blue.

The border print is the flannel for the backing; a perfect match.

I have four hours into it and have completed about 40 percent of the quilt.  If I hadn't had to clean the house and work on the relationship, I could have had about four more hours into it yesterday.    As it was, we are both out of town this weekend and the dog sitter would appreciate clean sheets, tidy environs and a clean kitchen floor that didn't stick to her foot wear as she walked.

For several days, almost a week, Steven had talked about a nice bike ride he'd like to do with me.  What could I say?  Yesterday we drove to Ilion, parked somewhere on route 51 and rode up and up and up for 8 miles along the Ilion Gorge.  I was peeved at first.  It was all up hill.  Ok, it was a gentle up hill, as Steven had promised.  The average climb was 2% with a very brief, 7% max , almost near the top.  Heck, by then I was all warmed up and could have peddled another 8 miles, as long as the climb was never more than 4 %.  The road, however, changed and the hills grew steeper.  We turned around and were back at the car in half the time.

I could do that ride again.  Steven, however, has other plans.
"There are nicer rides, closer to home."  ??????

So why???  Oh never mind.  This was marriage therapy, remember?  We must do some things together and after almost twenty years, its best to just go with it.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Who Needs it and Why?

Over and over and over again.  This craziness.  I don't understand it.  I don't accept it.   Why anyone who is not in the military needs an assault rifle.  Why anyone thinks the Second Amendment gives them that right.  We are hostage to the NRA.  Admit it.