Monday, March 12, 2018


A lot of quilters don't like quilts made from photos. They feel it doesn't reflect the past of quilts, no patchwork. I've put patchwork on some pieces, mostly it bores me unless it refers to the image. And I have to admit I'm not good at making patchwork. I'm just not interested in lining up seams, etc. I guess I spent my work life lining up things, especially when I did magazines, making sure columns of type were aligned, I was good at it and I was speedy. Not interested in doing it now. But sometimes I sneak some patchwork or cloth on the back of the quilt. I find the backs as interesting as the fronts, sometimes even more so. I usually use white muslin as the back, you can see the photo coming out in the stitching. I put pieces of fabric on the back of this to refer to the era and the kitchen in the photo, a fun surprise for the back.

The blue fabric is from an old tablecloth from the fifties, I can't find anything conquerable now. It reminds me of windmill cookies which we rarely had, my mother made cookies, she didn't buy them.

Look someone is out of bed. Well really he is just back from a walk around the block, headed back to bed to warm up. It's still cold out. 35°F. Snow tonight. Woohoo!

Friday, March 2, 2018

March is in like a Lion

Rain up the wazoo. My little man is rather prissy when it comes to rain so he resorted to using a pee pad. Well, he tried, but being a man, he missed. Clean up in aisle 2. Again. Really?!

I went to take care of Skittles and he had to go for the ride. He is not a big fan of the barn, the horses are not all tolerant of him being under foot and the cat is smart enough to hide from him. Boring.

But the work continues on Kitchen Conversation. In fact I have added more stitching and some color to Dot's skirt and mom's dress.

All is well except for too much rain, wind, snow and ice. Oh and the electric was out from 9:30 pm to 5:00 am. The furnace ran for over an hour to warm things up again. The little man was hunkered down next to me, growling at the weather, silly boy.

Thursday, February 22, 2018


you need a diversion,

a good practice to work on rhythm and easy to carry. a needle, some thread and a small scissors.

of course a piece of paper and a pencil are fine also.

in fact I often try out stitch patterns before I actually stitch

anything to amuse myself

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

work, work, work

under the needle

putting my head down and working

Friday, January 26, 2018

It's a Start

Me, my mom and my aunt Dotty, they are on the design wall. Actually they are on the Sweet Sixteen under the needle. Let the fun begin.

Since this is quite large the layout of the backing took place on the living room floor.

As usual someone was under cover. I annoy him by taking his picture.

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.