LESSON LEARNED

Some people are wise.  They wrap their presents as they buy or make them.  Me, I like to look at them "naked" (the presents -- not me), imagining the faces of the people as they open them, happy with my selections, comfy surrounded by all my "loot."  So today, I needed to wrap them ALL.  Let me tell you, if you have never procrastinated like this, it is not a pretty sight.  After a few hours hunched over my cutting table and running around looking for boxes and more wrapping paper, and where are those darn bows anyway, I had this great pile of goodies, all spiffied up in their holiday finery, ready to greet and delight my loved ones.  And an aching back.  So I needed a cookie.  And a cup of cocoa.  There.  All better.

DH is usually loathe to wander into my studio for fear I will ask him to try on some article of clothing or hold something up for me to check length on, and I do confess that I have pirated him away from his own interests a time or two to hang curtains or rearrange furniture.  So I understand that when I am in there, I probably won't see him of his own volition.

However, he happened to go by the door as I was finishing ironing the top for young Chris' quilt, and he remarked how much he liked it.   DH is usually not the soul of subtlety, but I got the message.  Thank heavens I bought extra flannel!  Now I'm scrambling to make the second quilt a little sooner than anticipated, so here's a peek at the disarray on my sewing table.  Four strips done, one to go, and then assemble with strips of flannel, put on the border and quilt.  I have three more days to do it in.  I think I can... I think I can... I think I can....

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DANCIN'

Seven more LOONNNGGGG hours in the garage yesterday, bagging trash, photographing stuff to go on ebay, sweeping, moving stuff around to its proper place until -- voila! -- we have visible floor space!!!

Jet, our male dog, stayed with us as we worked almost all day.  He's a very people-y dog.  Wants to be with us as much as humanly (doggily?) possible.  We were so delighted to see so much floor after our labors that we turned up the radio and danced!  Right there, in our garage, on the once obscured floor!  Jet thought we were attacking each other and paced worriedly, but after he heard us laughing so much, he settled down.

If you will notice in the picture, you can see the '67 Chevy Nova tail to the right of Jet.  That was before we moved that car to the far left of the parking space we had just created.  Move a car?  How?  Well, you jack it up, put (HEAVY!) steel trays on steel wheels under the front wheels, then jack up the back end on a moveable jack and push with all your might until the blasted thing moves its carcass out of one space and into the other.  The front wheels came off their carriers three times during this process, and DH had to patiently jack up each side of the front of the car and reposition each carrier every time, but finally, it was done!!!

In this photograph you can see that the tail of the Nova is to the left now.  All that is left to clean out on this first major go-round are the few boxes you see on the right, which will be done sometime AFTER Christmas.  We are taking a well-earned break from garage cleaning 'till then. 

I almost have room for my car!!!  Oh frabjious day!!  Calloo!  Callay!

Oh the weather outside is frightful...

Brrrrr! It is a frosty 27 degrees down here in the south. I'm looking longingly at Florida about now. Or maybe Honduras. Someplace warm. For now my studio will have to do. On to the next lesson on making this quilt.

The four strips, each  measuring 2 3/4" wide by the WOF, have been sewn together to create a strip that's about 9 1/2" high.  This strip in turn has been divided into 9 1/2" squares.  The squares are placed on the cutting table with their strips running in the same order, and then diagonals in each direction are cut.  My 23 sets of four strips yielded four squares each, or eight triangles each, for a total of 184 triangles.  Considering that I only need 13 triangles per strip in the finished quilt, and there are five  strips of triangles in the quilt, that makes 65 per quilt.  But if I want it to have 6 rows, then that would be 78 triangles per quilt.    Either way, I can make two twin bed quilts and still have enough triangles left over for a lap quilt or some other neat little project.

These are some of the strips.  Unfortunately, I ran out of the cream flannel, so I have to go shopping, which is not an easy thing to do since we live in EBF Virginia (don't ask me what that means -- I won't tell you if you don't already know.)  So I'll trek up to Walmart to see what they have.  Later this week we're going back to the Petersburg area to turn in our Verizon phones, which have NO service at all where we live.  Verizon is a wonderful service provider to all but 2% of the USA.  We lucky stiffs are among those blessed 2%, I am sorry to report, but at least it will get me near a JoAnn's if I can't find the flannel closer to home.

These are my scraps so far.  They look absolutely delicious!  I can't wait to make a pincushion or a table runner out of them!  I know I said I throw away scraps, and I do.  But I've always been a pushover for plaids...

I'M LATE, I'M LATE...

GREAT NEWS!!!

Eldest son's eldest son, Chris, just got early acceptance into Virginia Tech!  I had promised him that I would make him a quilt for his bed at college, and as of this morning, I hadn't even started it yet.  Well, I had, several months ago, but I didn't like the colors for him after I got started, so I put it on the back burner.

So when I heard that he had made it into VA Tech, I jumped for joy, called him to congratulate him, and immediately began a search of my books and printouts for a quilt pattern that would look like a guy's quilt but still maintain the warm-and-fuzzies that grandmas are so famous for.  Most quilts appeal to women/girls.  Most quilting patterns are feathers and flowers and the like.  Men may admire them, but they don't want to be seen with them.  So I had to find a pattern AND fabric that was manly.

This is it, only I'm going to increase the size to make it big enough for a twin bed.  This pattern is called Tall Tales, and it's from the book More! Laps From Fats by Good Intentions.  And I had lots and lots of plaids, mostly in cotton flannels.  So this AM I cut 62 WOF (width of fabric) strips of the darker plaids and 30 of the lighter ones.  I then had this amazing pile of 92  two and three-quarter inch wide strips.

The rest of the day was spent sewing these into 23 sets of four strips each in preparation for cutting out the next step -- the triangles from which the long zig zaggy  strips are made.  They have been starched and pressed and are ready for tomorrow's efforts.

Hmmm.  I might have overdone it a little.  I might have enough for three quilts here.  We'll see how things go.

Man cave revisited

We're at it again, making a molehill out of a mountain.

This is the archery side of this particular work bench area in our garage.  The grey wall cabinet has many parts and pieces of arrows, sights, strings, quivers and the like.  Outside, under the wall cabinet sit two small desk top sets of drawers with various sizes and colors of fletches and nocks.  A fletch is a feather, and a nock is the very short plastic tube that holds the end of the arrow on the bow string.   It was my job to gather up all four of these little cabinets, two of which were going on ebay and two of which were being kept.  However, since I had moved the larger of the two that were to be kept first, when I came upon the two that were being sold, they looked like they were just one, larger cabinet.  The last thing DH said was not to tilt the cabinets forwards or all the drawers would fall out.  I knew this.  I had just picked up one successfully, hadn't I?  However, the second "one" was actually two, and, you guessed it, I dropped the lower cabinet.  The drawers obligingly slid open and poured out hundreds of colored nocks.  Rats.  Nocks come in many different sizes.  The only thing that keeps me from finding a bridge to jump off of today is that each size is a different color.  When I can actually get to the area where all the nocks spilled, I will have a fighting chance of getting them back into their proper drawers at least.  Meanwhile, I think I'll stick to rearranging the light bulbs in my hall cabinets.

The center of the bench is occupied by a wood lathe that has been refashioned into a tire lathe for go carts.  Don't ask me why this is important, but it has to do with contact area of the tire suface and ability to grip the track.  TMI for me. The left side of the bench has a wall cabinet that holds all DH's bullet making equipment.  Except gunpowder. 

Actually, DH doesn't make his own bullets anymore, but his gear is very like my fabric.  I have a hard time letting go of a piece that I liked alot when I bought it.  Even if I never use it, at least I still have it.  Some people are like that with scraps from their various projects, holding onto them for the memories.  My friend, Mary, actually uses her scraps effectively, as you can see on her blog, and so does guild buddy Jean, who has made 13 quilts for her "kids" (fosters) this Christmas from huge balls of scraps sewn into 2 1/2" ribbons that must be miles long!  Ya gotta admire that kind of dedication.

Me, I throw mine away.  I know, it's sacrilege.  I get it.  I really do.  But once I complete a project, I'm eager for new "faces" on my fabric.  Come to think of it, I wish DH could get rid of his unused tools (I know it's broken , but I can use it to stir paint with), equipment (one of these days when I retire, I'm gonna fix this), supplies (17 different car waxes is NOT too many!), odd pieces of metal (I can use that for welding!) and the like as easily as I can give up my fabric.

That brings us to this last mechanical wonder that hubby just assembled.  It looks like a short metal baby bathinette.  You know, similar to the softer kind our mothers bathed our baby brothers in that had a sling for the baby to rest on in the water.  When the bath was over, she would take him out and wrap him up in a towel, and the top of the bathinette was then folded down so she could dry the baby and powder him and dress him on it.  So I asked DH -- what are you going to wash in that? -- thinking I was being very clever and cryptic.  His reply?  Parts.

Ask a stupid question...

Braids and curls

Phyllis McK brought me this sweet little quilt the other day.  It's prairie braids in pastels, and even DH said "That looks like a little girl!"  Phyllis is giving this to someone special as a thank you. 

I love prairie braids.  There's just something about them that reminds me of the French braids that my mother painstakingly put into my hair every day while I was growing up.  Oh, how I wanted to have the darling dancing curls of the other little girls, but my straight hair would not cooperate, so braids, or plaits as we called them, were in order to keep my hair out of my face.  Just as they were in my hair, the braids on this quilt are clean and smooth and bright.  Best of all, this is a scrappy quilt -- my favorite.

They gave me the opportunity of using a function on my IQ called Path Pattern.  You create the block, draw a line that becomes the path your pattern will follow, choose a pattern (in this case, I chose the petals of feathers), choose the number of repeats, and voila!  One side of the new path pattern is finished.  Use the copy function to repeat the pattern, flip the Y axis, and again -- there it is!  You have both halves.  Now combine the line and the two halves of the feathers, and the pattern is complete.    I chose feathers because of the upward direction of the braids. 

Phyllis wanted a soft vine-y design in the white strips.  And if you'll look closely at the border fabric, you'll see that it has curliques in it, so I used that as inspiration for the curls along the border.  All in all, it's a dear little quilt, and the recipient is going to love it, I'll bet.

Today I took the day off from quilting and just cleaned the house, paying particular attention to our study.  DH hasn't seen the top of his desk since we moved in three years ago, except for the annual spurt of exasperation that overcomes me and sets me to sorting out the two foot high mounds of paper, tools, glasses and what-have-you's that accumulate almost as if they procreate during the night.

So here it is, sorted, cleaned, polished, arranged logically, and ready for the next year of good intentions left by the wayside.  What?  You think I'm cynical?  Nah.  Just been there.  Done that.  Way too often.

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