Monday, January 22, 2018

January thaw













It warmed up today 50°F and the ice is gone!


Someone got out of bed and the covers. Then there was a very fast walk around the block with frequent stops to water trees along the way.


The life of Bobby! He's now back in bed, under the covers with 3 or 4 milk bones, since he is a cookie hoarder. When I go to bed at night he is already in bed waiting for me with a cookie under his leg. He always gives me a low growl telling me not to eat his treat. Silly dog. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and there is a bone tucked under my arm. The title of my new autobiography should be Sleeps with Milk Bones. Or it may be the sub title of the autobiography I was going to write titled If It's Not One Thing, It's Your Mother.

I've been too busy quilting to write it. After thinking I would not make another big quilt I started and finished Waiting for the Call, which was big. I now have an even bigger one on the design board titled a Kitchen Conversation.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Waiting for the Call




















Finished! I need a better photo, but finished. New fabric on the way from N. Carolina. Right now we are in the deep freeze with a promise to warm up this coming week. Yesterday I resorted to walking through my house for twenty minutes. I need to move more and eat less. The eating is boredom. I hate to be between projects.

The little man has better ways to spend his cold days.














This is what happens when laundry day rolls around and he wants to climb in a warm bed. Then he circles the bed when I put the sheets on, he's thinking; Yay, they're still warm from the drier! He makes me laugh,  he is a real face licker and snuggler.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Tis the Time of Year. . .

to spend time in the kitchen.
This is a photo of my grandma, whom we all called Mom. She is on the far right. The back of the photo said Martha's wedding. Who was Martha and why are these four ladies dressed up but wearing aprons? I think they were making wedding food, I gave them all little flowers as a thank you from Martha. This is one of my first experiments adding colored thread to a black and white print, or in this case, a sepia print. I found it rather dull when I got it back from Spoonflower but the color brightened it up.

The boxes on the wall are cigar boxes that I added doll house doors or windows too and decorated the insides with paper, etc. One has a pull-out fabric book with photos in it.

Monday, December 18, 2017

More stitching

Waiting on the Call, Draft Horse Pull at the Lorain Co Fair.
More stitching, more stitching, the horses and main handler are pretty much done so the back ground is next up. I try to work from the center out to minimize bubbles. There are always bubbles but as a good friend told me, those will quilt out. And they do.

We had lots of snow and Bobby was in his element, snooping for mice around the house foundation. I don't think he found any. Thank God!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Tucked In

You gotta wonder, what is he going to do when it  snows?

Out for a walk and then he runs for the bed and tucks into the blankets. When I brought him home from the Animal Protective League the first thing he did was look for a bedroom.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Under the Needle



Stitching has begun! I think this is going to be all black and white, the stitching is going in an abstract direction. It will look abstract when you are close to it.

Love the horses.

My old gal is enjoying life in the pasture with a mini donkey and a pony. She thinks the pony is her baby! I never bred her because I didn't want to raise and break babies. She was not the easiest horse to be around, she wasn't one to rush over to the door to see you, many times I had to pretend I was leaving so she would come and let me put on a halter so we could ride. Once she had a halter on she was fine, she just figured if you gave up she would enjoy her leisure. She loved to go to shows I think she would have loaded herself in the trailer. Now we are pals, especially since her eyesight is bad she comes to my voice, plus she knows I am good for treats. Old friends!

Bobby is not a fan of cold weather, he loves his walks but as soon as we are home he heads for the bed to burrow under the covers. And he loves lap time, wedges his little butt into the recliner beside me to snuggle.