I’m so far behind with my blogging that the following was taken last Sunday:
The last two weekends have been busy, busy, busy! Sewing and a lot of traveling around. Saturday found Sabu and I in Corvallis all morning shopping (banjo parts! Thrift stores!) and washing everything that could be washed. Spring Cleaning is nearly done!
Yesterday we visited the dog park (Eight dogs! Sabu was out of her mind with joy) and a visit to Alpaca Alley. Pics to follow.
Now I need to go peel the cat off the wall and try to get something to eat.
While I was unable to stay up to see the ball drop, I did get up early (Thanks, Revy, for the 0530 wake-up call. Not.) and finish the binding on the newest Strings quilt. I laid it out on the couch, turned my back to get the camera and this happened:
I snapped the above picture and told Sabu to get down. As the words left my mouth, this happened:
Sigh. The inmates are obviously running the asylum. No worries, though, the quilt hadn’t yet been washed and no harm was done.
After washing, all of the layers have settled nicely together and the quilt is surprisingly lofty and warm – I had expected the string blocks to weigh it down a bit, but it’s just wonderful and the perfect size for napping on the couch.
Now to go Stash diving to decide what the next Studio project will be. What fun!
When my Sis and I were small, Mom covered a couple of small blankets with patchwork and they became our Favorite Blankies* and we have them still. Measuring about three feet on a side, they’re Just Right for a chilly morning on the couch or as a foot warmer at the end of the day.
My BIL has coveted Sis’ blankie since he’s known her, trying to steal it right off her when they cuddle on the couch. A couple of years ago I promised to make him his own blankie but it was an impossible task because the narc** would not let me sew anything for another man, even if he was family, and the project languished in my mental queue, radiating guilty rays every Christmas. Until now.
I asked Sis for some color inspiration and it turns out BIL is a San Diego Chargers fan. My TV doesn’t even get the pointy-ball game – I am clueless about jersey colors, but thought I could make these work. Oh, sure, she gave me some other options, but the quilt shop didn’t offer up any inspirational combos.
This is just a sneak peak on the off chance he stumbles across this blog. More pictures after the Christmas festivities.
* Some day soon I will peel back the layers on my blankie to reveal the original quilt at the bottom before repairing and re-covering it again.
** You might wonder at the occasional reference to the narc (narcissist) and why I include them in what is essentially a fiber arts blog. I do so because abusive men have shaped me into the strong, independent woman I am today and I never want to forget what years of oppression did to my self-esteem and consequently my crafty mojo. I tell my story to educate other women about domestic violence, to give them the hope that there IS a life outside of an abusive relationship, and to let them know that they are not alone. I can always be reached at email@example.com or by PM on Facebook – Sofia Leo.