Eye of the Storm – 2

I continued with this baby and it kept me rather busy.

At this stage I had no clue to where I was supposed to be going but figured I am not that good a cook but if I followed a recipe to the T, it usually works, so I might as well do it with a quilt pattern.  This was not even half way through cross cutting my strip sets.

I often read about quilters referring to their time in the sewing room as “mindless stitching” but heck for this quilt I had to have my wits about me all the time….. nothing mindless about this one and the cat did not help much. This is only block 1 of 42 with this one only packed, not even sewn.

How much wine is too much?

I got the next (number unknown…. I’ve worked really hard, it is hot, I am dead tired and sip wine to keep hydrated) clue to my mystery (name now eludes me…. wine the problem too?) and I started sewing what should be a flower block.   I got no less than 7 of these (not sure why I can remember this number though)

Now would you believe me, I unpicked all 7, re-stitched, scolded myself, vowed to not drink wine when quilting before it hit me…… simply swap or turn the bloomin sections you fool.  It should look like this.

So this post is directed to “dear me”…… this is what should be done when you had too much wine.  Maybe I should just continue tomorrow.

Owl – 4

With my painted bird done I tackled the Owl, another one of those projects that may never disappear from one of my design walls if I didn’t put serious effort into finishing it.  Chicken’s parent came to pick her up and it was absolutely wonderful knowing I could walk anywhere in my house without stepping into something unwanted.

I had a pretty busy day yesterday with me joining a friend for a back and neck massage which turned out rather mediocre.  A new beauty salon opened and we suspect we were used as guinea pigs for students but then it was so cheap, we should not complain.

Then another friend was in town after a trip to New Zealand and she popped in and gave me a lovely gift of fabric.  Nice to have friends thinking of you when they travel.

This is how far I got with my owl.

Permission to play -2 - Done

This weekend I babysat my daughters’ chicken and more spoilt you won’t find anywhere else.  Needless to say having huge dogs and cats simply leaving chicken to wander around is not the safest idea, so I literally did chicken-sitting.  Where chicken went I had to go to check that nothing goes wrong.  Very little quilting got done and this was one of the few times that I could actually be in my sewing room.  Chicken sleeps, yes, she is not dead, she really does sleep like this

I had to move my colouring project to the ironing board just to get a little more done but I must give chicken credit unlike our parrot the chicken did not show interest in or chew on my Inktense pencils.

I still didn’t like the colouring in part BUT it made me WANT to quilt again so I forbid myself to not finish this and have yet another half-finished project somewhere on a design wall or stuffed in a cupboard and early morning, still in my PJ’s, before chicken and the family got up, I would be colouring in.

On Saturday morning we fetched my daughters’ 2 pit bulls, so a rather busy, dirty and disrupted house with my 2 cats closed down in a guest bedroom. 

My own poor little rescue had very limited time with mom.

To make this very long story of living beings short, I finished my painting project!

I got myself a new toy

Many moons ago I made a rather expensive purchase and bought myself a Metalnova Vapor 2800 iron and because of this little tool I am one of a few people, I know, that doesn’t dislike ironing.  I’ve used my iron to its maximum capacity for all and everything, having it for quilting is simply an added (and wonderful) bonus.

So realising that I am not getting any younger, would soon be dependent on a mere pension I took another leap and bought myself a spare one and I got it this week, brand new, still in the box but to me this feels like an amazing investment made for my old age.  I don’t feel pretty, I feel rich or rather secure, knowing I will have stress free ironing days until I die.  Now watch Crimplene fabric make a come-back as I grow old, just to spite me! This is my new boxed iron.