It appears I’m at least part Elvish…

Elvish

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OK…I promised quilted stuff, so here you are! First, I finally got Eli to decide how he wanted me to quilt the border of his turtle quilt, which we began this summer after our first kayak paddle on Lake Megunticook. Eli saw lots of turtles with his dad, so drew the picture, picked the fabrics, I fused the fusible web on the fabric, he cut out the pieces and placed them, I fused them, and did the quilting–with his selections of thread and quilting lines (with a few suggestions from me, but he’s a pretty particular client!). He wanted to do the free-motion, but I declined, though I may let him sit on my lap and do it with me the next time around….

Then, I made placemats…LOTS of placemats. For some odd reason, I began with the Christmas ones. This fabric has been in my stash for YEARS, and since I’m on a stash reduction plan, I decided it was time to make them. Then I ran out of the red thread I’m using to stitch snowflakes around the border, so they got put on hold until the next spool arrives from Superior Threads. So, I started in on what I thought were going to be “autumn” placemats, but I needed something that would work with the 1 1/2 yards I had of the print. Road trip! Off to Maine-ly Sewing in Nobleboro on Monday morning, with Eli to keep me company. I found a great fabric, but in the end, the placemats ended up looking more like Christmas than Thanksgiving. Oh well…I like them anyway!

The six placemats are on the table. Eli, at his end of the table, is waiting for the rest of us to get seated.

And here’s Joshua clowning for the camera at the other end of the table, with hubby Paul in the background carving turkey. Oh…and that war zone you see to the left of Joshua is an antique baker’s cupboard (purchased in the DINK days…dual income no kids), which now serves as my desk. The drawer on the left is a flour bin, and curves inward, so I can sit there at my computer which is what I’m doing right now.

Of course, while we were at the fabric store buying stuff for the placemats, Eli asked if he could get some mouse-y fabric for a pillowcase…he really liked Christine Fries-Uriel’s piece with two adorable mice that is on the November page of the 2005 Quilting Arts Calendar –it’s the one in the middle of the bottom row…the link is PDF, by the way, so may take a while to download. So, we bought 22 inches of musical mousies fabric, a third of a yard of red batik, and presto new pillow. He told me the next morning that he slept better because of his new pillowcase 8*))))). Yes, he IS the cutest thing on feet! (and I’m not prejudiced at all! LOL)

‘Nuf for now. I blew the diet totally today and made choc. chip cookies and ate the dough, so back to the straight and narrow for me! I was good on Thanksgiving though, so I’ll skip sweet breakfast tomorrow…maybe make the boys French Toast which I don’t much care for, and have oatmeal, which I actually really like—especially the old, old fashioned McCann’s Irish Oats, the ones that come in the tin and take 45 minutes to cook–add a sliced banana…yummm! Of course, brown sugar is heavenly, but right now we’re sticking to fruit or Equal!

No, not Santa Claus confused on his dates. About dinnertime last night, hubby and dog heard a noise of something falling down the woodstove chimney. Now, our house is 3 1/2 levels high (the basement window is up near the ceiling)…as tall as the oak trees, and the chimney starts above the roof. But, no further noises (luckily, we weren’t burning the stove last night).

Then, over the next couple of hours, the cats sat on top of the stove and stared at the bend in the pipe (it comes out the back of the stove) and on the hearth rug, twitching their tails. Hmm…..that’s usually proof there is something alive inside the house…usually with either four, six or eight legs, and usually unwelcome. Finally, I told hubby there must be something in there. He looked, but saw nothing. We decided to leave the door open…despite Yeti the canine horse (the 149 lb. dog) and three cats as a greeting committee. The critter’s options were that, starvation, or incineration. Hmmm…talk about the lesser of three evils.

At 10 pm, I went to take the dog for his evening pee, and when I came back in Paul shouted, stay out of the way, as he ran a round with a towel trying to trap the critter that had decided being out of the wood stove was better than being IN it. It ran around faster than lightning…about the size of a chipmunk. We decided to shut the animals into a room, then deal with the four-footed visitor. Before we got the last cat, it chased him to right near the back door (good), but the critter managed to go up a slick wood bench leg and get himself stuck at the bottom in a one inch by three in space that was about 15 inches deep! We tried to coax him out, and at one point thought the little thing had died of fright. NOT!

We left the back door open to try to chase him out if he wasn’t dead, and got a hammer and literally took off the top of the bench and pried apart the leg (a box of 1x4s surrounding a 2×4 support) . In the photo below, you can see the top off the bench–he was in the leg on the lower right of the photo…near the open door. When Paul coaxed him out with a long slat (those quilt hanging slats come in handy in the oddest of places!), the critter must have jumped about 6 feet, in the WRONG direction…. If you look REALLY closely, you can see this brown / gray critter splayed out in the corner of the bench/wall. Well, after 45 minutes of coaxing, tearing apart the bench, etc., we finally chased him out of the house to freedom.

Turns out it was Northern flying squirrel…tiny things about the size of a chipmunk, with a face kinda like a mouse. Here’s a link and another to see what they look like.

Can’t you just hear his mother saying “I TOLD you not to go out on a limb in a windstorm!”? LOL,,,,

So that was our excitement for the night! And I promise, it’ll be boring old placemats, but I really will post about quilting and sewing soon!

You know how some days you just look at work that you did, that you really loved when you completed it, and think—what was I thinking, That’s not much at all?!!? Well, today was one of those days. The placemats I’m making look good. The art….. yep, that ol’ devil self-doubt is back.

Good thing I’m an optimist at heart. My participant’s copy of the I Remember Mama book arrived yesterday. That may be part of it…I looked at the other quilts, and then at Bedtime, and thought–the faces aren’t so good, and I really shouldn’t have used that commercial fabric for my sweatshirt–it’s awful. Would have been better to paint or dye something (or both). But then, I remind myself that I got IN to that exhibit, and it really can’t be so bad if it got in. It’s a privelege to be in the company of the other quilts in that show!

And then, really really really wonderful, is the opening to the 2003 part of the exhibit…the first year. The “kimono” quilt I made for my mom is the first one!!! Wow….
What’s special is that I made this quilt years before I ever dreamed of actually entering let alone getting juried into a national level show, and here it got into the exhibit, and is now the first time I’ve ever been published in a real, honest-to-gosh book….

Now, to do that well again! Guess I’d better stop wallowing and start sketching out ideas ’til I get to a good one, eh?

And…brag on behalf of my friend Deb B.—her guardian angel got start-of-article billing in the new Quilting Arts magazine! I looks great and I’m SO THRILLED for her!

OK…so the numbers don’t quite jive. This is the first evening mug, but the fifth mug. Oh well!I LOVE the home-y-ness of this mug, which I’ve had about 10 years or so. Bought what was nearly a decade’s supply of Sleepytime tea to get the mug with it. It reads on the back “Bread and water can so easily be toast and tea.” Hear, hear!

And I promise I’ll get back to quilting. Probably after the week, since it is National Over-eaters Celebration. And I promised Eli to make him a pillowcase. And I’m making (gag, but …) holiday placemats. And I ran out of red thread and had to order more. Bummer. So I’ll work on the autumn ones, now that autumn is almost over (but I didn’t get the needed remaining fabric until today). And to complete this scene of domesticity, after 22 years with the world’s ugliest Christmas tree skirt—which I made in 1983 of pre-quilted cotton-poly fabric–I may even finally use some of that decade-old Christmas fabric in my stash and make a new tree skirt………

Then when the kids are blessedly in school for three weeks before the next onslaught, I’ll start on my Tableaux quilt…more on that anon.

And happy mashed potatoes and gravy to all!