Pastor gave a great sermon last week about leisure. I hope to apply it to my life shortly. I’m thinking next week. This week is crazy busy: super big and complicated 8th grade homework, new mortgage, our first high school tour, extra hours at my second job, special meetings at my first job, and a crazy promise to a boy that I would make him a robe for Halloween. Actually, the robe is my favorite part of the week. It is turning out great. I have high expectations that it will be finished by Halloween and successful as a robe. So far, everything else is chugging along, too. Unfortunately, my writing gets the short end of the stick this week, but at least you know still alive and kicking.
We’re having a few friends over and so I cleaned my studio. unfortunately, my studio is not an out-of-the-way space that I can just close the door to in the summer, in order to get to the back yard from the house you have to get through it. Since I never do anything in an efficient order, first I refolded all of my large fabrics, and folded the small ones into 4 inch squares.
Yes, I was sewing in the car on the way to the wedding, but I was done by the time we got to St. Cloud so really only an hour and half: I had 7 more hours to spare.
Yes, I switched the numbers of my ufos for July to make sure I would get it finished in time. I have never done that before but drastic times call for drastic measures.
Anyway, when I was ready to add the batt and back, I did an internet search for satin quilts and found nothing, so I am putting my experience out there for what it worth. If you are thinking of making a satin quilt, reconsider. Most satin is not machine washable, and slips and slides quite a bit. If you really want to do it, using a paper piecing method like grandmother’s flowers pattern is actually a pretty successful way to use satin. The paper keeps it in place while it is being sewn together. When you are ready to baste your quilt sandwich together, do not use the iron on batt. It is impossible to get the iron hot enough with satin, and it shifts like nothing else. A better choice, (which I thought of after I had already done this one) is to pin at the intersections of the patchwork, this will help minimize any pin marks. I would also not leave the pins in very long, so try to immediately quilt. Otherwise, you could hand baste still in the intersections. I think I would also consider putting the top together using an old sheet as a lining, then adding the batt and back, or alternately using an old sheet on the top of the back and batt and securing that part before adding the top. I wonder if I would have had less slippage.
For grandmother’s flowers, as I said before, these can be put together more than one way, so if you are making a big lump of them, sew them together one by one, don’t sew them together several at a time.
I am happy with the way it turned out and my sister and her husband were really excited about it.
My neighbor just opened a little free library. Now, if you don’t know about this movement check out their website at Little Free Library. Essentially you buy or build a small box about the size of a bread box. Then it’s like the “leave a penny, take a penny”, but with books! In other words, if you see a book you like take it, return it if you like when you are done or put different one in.
Our neighbor had a little party with cookies and lemonade for the grand opening. Many neighbors came down to bring books and take books home. I traded Swiss Family Robinson and Eastern Mushrooms for Girl with a Pearl Earring and Trout Country. Steve also donated a copy of his book: How I met Van and Numan Future, Present and Past: Or my first impression of the future by So Cal Punk. It was a great evening of visiting with neighbors who are obviously readers!
So, if you were reading this blog for a while, you will know I had an eye injury a couple months ago. Since then I noticed that my pupils were often different sizes. Now, all I know about different sized pupils is that if your child has a head injury you should check if his pupils are the same size, and if not the same size it is very, very bad. So based on that I thought:
A. I injured my eye and hurt my pupil in some way that will force me to have surgery.
B. I am crazy and I can’t tell what size my pupils are.
C. I have some kind of crazy tumor.
D. My pupils were always different sized, and I never noticed it before because I really didn’t spend a lot of time gazing into my eyes until I hurt my eyes.
So, because it was driving me nuts, I went back to the eye doctor. First, he ruled out B. This was actually quite a relief, because it is really my go-to diagnosis for anything: “there is actually nothing wrong, it is all in my head”. By the way, he did this by using a tiny ruler card. Science is so awesome.
Then, he ruled out A, by turning shining lights in my eyes repeatly until I had a headache. This also ruled out C in his opinion, because my eyes functioned correctly. So, yes, D is the correct answer: my pupils are not the same size most of the time.
So here’s my announcement:
Take the time to look at your eyes and your kids’ eyes. If you or a family member are one of the dilated differently (the p.c. way of saying it), then you will know in case you hurt your eye or your head or whatever. Trust me, it will make you less crazy in the future.
Happy Mother’s Day, especially you, my own awesome Mom!!! Miss you!
This has been an unusual weekend to say the least. Eliott found this bird on the parkway, and carried it all the way home on a stick. After Steve and I calmed down at the thought of it flying all around our house, he brought it on the porch. It was very docile, just sort of sitting there and we all kind of thought it was sick or perhaps injured. Eliott very gently made it a little box with fruit, water and bits of things he thought it might eat. He kept it on the porch for an hour or so, then he set it outside. I wouldn’t have believed it myself, but the bird flew away! Steve thought perhaps it was stunned. I’ve never seen a wild bird behave that way, so docile to be carried like that then recover.
In other news, we finally got our sink and cabinets in!
It came out better than I expected. I love the way the white sink brightens the room! It’s funny how it looks like it has always been there. The cabinets still need some touch up painting, handles and a little molding, but by and large it is done! Yay! Now, today I just have to clean and put everything away. Then, later I plan to go sweep the huge empty space in my garage where the cabinets and the sink sat since Christmas.
So we have had some pretty wonderful spring showers the last few days, but yesterday it cleared and warmed up a little bit. So yesterday we went down to the parkway. We did a little intense searching for morels. Even though we knew where to look, it still took us a while to see. Then, sure enough, one popped into my view, then soon, Steve was finding them too. This is probably about ten dollars worth. They were delicious fried up with butter and a little bit of garlic!
So like the women at the tomb, I am having a day of waiting, which always puts me at loose ends. We always participate in a big Easter breakfast our church, so I am waiting and praying a little that it will all go off without a hitch ( and without too much of my personal craziness coming out at the seams). I’ve done all that I can do.
I have several project at near finish including Paul’s quilt and Steve’s shorts but I don’t really have the presence of mind to finish them, so I am on a tangent today, just waiting out the day. It’s raining, but besides that my bike is in the shop.
There, all my complaining out in the clear blue air. As usual, I only have minor inconveniences to complain about. So, because I am a Christian, I will the say the one thing that is the beginning and the end, the irrefutable: