Friday, December 7, 2018

Really Trapped!

Yeah, diabetes sucks! If you get a sore on the bottom of your foot it is hell trying to get it to heal. So after a month of bandage daily changes antibiotics and an ultrasound of my veins (things are flowing well, thank you) it was decided to cast it so I am not stepping on it.

Ever try to operate your sewing machine with your left foot? Mr. Left does not know when to quit pushing. Evidently he is slow to comprehend Mr. Brain. And Mr Right cannot stop trying to press down on the pedal. LOL They will figure it out eventually.

To keep myself amused I went to JoAnns while I could still drive and invested in some fabric for a new piece, Sarah my great grandmother on my paternal side. I know she was Irish, Sarah McLaughlin Irwin, she lived in Pennsylvania.

I will stitch her down and the trim off the white (unprinted) part of the fabric. I am imagining light brown, copper and gold in the hair. But you never know. She printed out well, I had to add dress and lace on the bottom of the photo as she was in an oval frame.

Fred W II is finished, this was the print on cotton, I added bits of lace in his beard and along the hair line. It's pretty much experimenting at this point. I enjoy messing with techniques and finding a new path along the art trail.

I colored some of the
fabric with Inktense pencils and sponged them down with a bit of water, it looks like a hand colored old photo.

Thursday, November 15, 2018


This week was all about the doctors. I had an appointment with the retina specialist Tuesday. This involves dilation of the eye. Not a difficult thing but you are sent to a darkened room with an assortment of other people. Of course, we are all pretty old. Sigh. Sitting there waiting, there are old magazines, but the room is dark and you can't see anyway. The TV is going with some mid afternoon gossip show, um ok, I really don't feel too sorry for people who live in Malibu in 4.5 million dollar homes who got burnt out. Sorry, really don't care, go collect your insurance and drive up the rates for people who live in normal size houses.

Just when you think it can't get worse, there is breaking news, active shooter on a hospital site! Yikes. The local TV station is right on the scene reporting the "news". All of it rumor but they keep stating it over and over, then they show the view out their helicopter, scenery buzzing by the landing part of the copter, um, yeh, that's informative, back to more rumors, a sketchy map of the hospital, view of 20 cop cars in front the hospital, a woman whose "baby" is in the ER (her baby was her 19 year grandson who was in some kind of altercation and need stitches). A patient has barricaded herself in a room with another patient and a nurse, so scared her first thought was to call the local TV station. OK, well, I needed to hear that. Oh yes she sent a picture of a hospital bed against the door, personally, how lucky was she to have a nurse there, most of the time you are waiting an hour for a bedpan (just saying). 45 minutes later, this is still going on and I'm figuring the dilation will have worn off before the doc sees me. All this time the TV people are repeating all the rumors, finally I see the doc, which takes another half hour of fooling around because he is overbooked. Finally I get the eye resolved and we leave. The whole story was a hoax. What a job, talking for over an hour about nothing! They will probably get some award for their reporting.

Wednesday I went to the wound care doc, foot is mending well, culture come back that I have a flu bacteria in my foot, um, ok. Nothing to do about that, keep changing the bandage, stay off it, see you next week. Out the door in less than 20 minutes.

Today it is raining, sleeting, just being plain miserable. At least I can turn on the sewing machine and amuse myself. I'm free! Not trapped in the hell hole of a waiting room. Thank God!

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Great Grandpa Fred

My great grandpa Frederick Wilhelm Gilgenbaugh was born July 20, 1839 in Koblenz Germany. He emigrated to the US in 1848. He lived in Western Ohio where he married, worked on a farm and had 11 children. He died at age 71.

My grandfather William F was born in western Ohio, married had two children and moved to North Ridgeville, Ohio. They eventually had 9 children. My mother bought property across the road from their 100 acre farm and that is where I was raised.

I found this photo of Frederick W and had it printed on cotton and chiffon. This is the print on chiffon over a multi-purpose upholstery fabric. The print is in sepia tones, I added the color with copper and gold rayon thread.
I started to remove some of the chiffon so the fabric shows through. Fun effect I want to explore more.

Such solemn news lately. I am a conservative person and believe in the sanctity of family and life. My advice is summed up by one word. PRAY.

Center yourself and take charge of your own life. If we all lived by being kind, caring and fair to each other we wouldn't need government to tell us what to do. Make wise choices. Thanks in advance.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Quilt National

I had done a post on this but pulled it when I got in Quilt National as I wasn't sure about posting entries. QN has come around to the digital age and realized we talk and post about our work.

It used to be when you went to QSDS the year that QN was taking entries that some people went nuts yelling "no photos". It always gave me inner smile that you thought you had a winner when we all needed to put our heads down and work a little harder to have a contender.

Hard work does pay off but the entry numbers are high and I think luck does play a big part of getting in. You need a work that grabs the eye right off the first look. It needs to stick in the jurors head and remember it has to grab the attention of 3 people with 3 different views of art, not an easy task.

I am grateful to have pleased 3 people with my work. Now back to work and I have an appointment with a retinal specialist for my ailing eyes. At a certain age it is all maintenance. Off to take my studio assistant out to water all the trees in the neighborhood.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Embarrassed and a big Yowsa!

After doing a post about not getting in QN last time and how crabby I was about certain jurors I have an embarrassing admission to make.

I got in QN 2019!!!

Yup! I figured I probably wasn't going to get in and was getting ready to add the photos to Café so I could enter them in Focus: Fiber. Well, now only 2 can get uploaded.

Still in shock!



I just added 6 new quilts to my alternate blog Go see all the work I did this year. Seven quilts and the year is not finished. I have 2 pieces working on my design board.

I have been adding quilts as I go along, there is at least 3 years of work there.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

The Waiting Game

Drumming fingers. .  . in or out . . . whatever. Last Quilt National I had such hope. I thought I had a stellar piece I had put a lot of time and effort into it, done a lot of stitching and and got a big fat NO!

I felt really bad and a bit surly. But as time has gone on I realize I am not part of the Crow party. Nor do I want to be.

I'd rather do my own thing, make my own discoveries and make my own art. I don't need my hand held, I don't need to be guided or given timed exercises, I don't need tough love. I don't need to be told to work in a series or to make it bigger, etc. I went to art school, I have the diploma, thanks. I just need to make art.

I think that was the year I won the grand prize at Best of Ohio, with the reject. Tee-hee-hee. Best of Ohio represents all kinds of craft; jewelry, wood working, ceramics, glass, fiber. It is more of a feat to win there (just getting in is great.)

Picture of my grandmother, taken by me, scanned, photoshopped, printed on fabric. stitched. It was my first whole cloth piece. Love it or not, it made me happy.