New Year To Do List

If I didn't have a to-do list, I'd quick find some new projects. Happily I have only two UFOs and I am actively working on them. There's the shirting strip quilt that I'm quilting and will have done in a few days. And there's the hexagon cream and sage quilt that is being thought about actively, i.e., I'm not quite sure how I want to handle the borders and I'm mulling -- yes, I call that active.

Otherwise I have started two more which I will handle as I think of a favorite axiom, "The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step." So a quilt made of 5x5 blocks, reversible, quilt-as-you go, is happening five or six blocks at a time. Likewise another Carol Doak star quilt, this one will be bed size and will also be quilt-as-you go. So far only one block is done, but, of course it's 12x12 so it won't take as many as the 5x5. And another paper pieced quilt has been on my mind for about three years which I think it's time to start, again block by block.

I like having multiple projects in progress. I also read books this way. No, I don't have attention deficit disorder, I like variety and I don't have any sort of deadlines. I always have something interesting calling to me to pay attention. Yet if something else arises -- say an invitation to a Scrabble game -- off I go with no guilt whatsoever.

I was wondering how many quilts I made this year when I was sewing this morning. The answer is I don't know. I could scroll back through my blogs and count, but I won't do that. I'll just say, enough quilts to be happy about it. Should I decide to keep a log of quilts this year? No, I don't think I'll do that. The photos of the finished ones are in the file and new photos be added as finished. I don't need to be more compulsive than that.

May the quilters who read this have a happy year of quilting, with new learnings, new challenges, new satisfactions and plenty of cuddly warmth at night.

Mariner's Star #3

This is the third Carol Doak mariner's star I've just finished. I like this one best. I befuddle myself about my wobbly sense of color -- the other two are okay but they're definitely not examples of sueperb color choices -- even though I have to say as I usually do that these photographs are not very true in color. Still this one seems to work considerably better than the others.

I started another Carol Doak star yesterday, from her earlier book, 50 Stars, and I find that one fabric is definitely less well chosen than the others. Some mechanism that happens when I'm imagining how things will work together just doesn't always click. I lay the fabrics out together and stare at them, leave them, come back, look some more, sometimes make changes. But still I make mistakes. I know, I know, "to err is human" but in these cases I'm trying hard not to make an error. All I can do is keep practicing. It's only a 12x12 block so it's not a big deal in terms of wasted materials or time. It's just frustrating to be reminded of my own imperfection.

Mariner's Star #2

The second of there Mariners Stars made from the most recent Carol Doak paper piecing book. The recipient has written that she likes bright colors so I decided to use the Hoffman print fabric that is on the border and back as a guideline for bright colors. I've had that fabric quit a while and this was almost the end of it. But I am a saver and a few strips went into my bag from which to make strip quilts in the future.

The twisted trim that is zigzagged around the border is actually a kind of twine. I had a little time one afternoon in Ching Mai, Thailand and went looking for interesting fabrics. I actually didn't find any because I walked in the wrong direction from my hotel as I found out the next morning when I walked the other way. But I did go into a small shop selling crafty things. All I saw that I wanted was this twine. Several meter-long pieces were hung over a hook behind the counter. I asked about purchasing some. The owners looked surprised, but being business people gave me a price, a very low price. And I bought a hand full of pieces. When I left it dawned on me this was not craft for sale it was the twine they used to tie packages they for customers. Nevertheless I like it very much and have used it in a few quilts and still have a good supply for the future. When I travel I try to purchase things that will continue giving me pleasure, [often earrings or rings]. Then when I use them or wear them I have a moment of vivid remembrance of the store and the clerk I dealt with.

Quilting Arts Book

With the mailed flyer and it's various coupons, off I went to Jo-Ann's to stock up on quilt batting. Bought two kinds, polyester, which I have nothing against, and an all natural one that I think will be nicer when I get around to the necessary great-grandson quilt, but he's not expected until mid May so there's plenty of time. Who knows, I may get on a roll as sometimes happened and make more than one baby quilt.

With 40% off, I finally decided I had to have The Quilting Arts Book, especially as I've let my subscription to the magazine lapse. It is easier to have so many ideas in one place. I sold my entire back issue set of the magazine when I moved so this replaces them. The book not only has many inspiring pictures, it also has a great deal of information about design and about techniques. I will enjoy reading it.

I'm not really an art quilter at all, except for the occasional small fit of making something for a specific reason. My form of creative expression is writing. I love the design elements of making quilts, from small to large, the color, the graphic impact and so on. This is so satisfying I am happy using purchased fabrics and designs others have thought up and written about. My quilts serve either an immediate useful purpose for beds or throws or decorative purpose as wall hangings but they're not art, they're craft. That's enough. I'll clutter my hard drive with poems, short stories, novels, and other writing. It seems a reasonable balance and I feel satisfactorily "expressed."

One of Three Mini-Quilts

I am committed to three mini-quilts for Swap-bot friends. I have done the piecing of all three, [as written about recently, from Carol Doak's Mariner Compass Stars.] To me piecing is the fun part,I love watching the pattern take shape. The quilt is 12x12, actually almost 13x13 counting the binding. This particular one got off to a bad start with the wrong color choices. After half a block I saw it just wasn't right. I switched from too dark fabrics to these and so here it is. The recipient likes blue and green; so I hope she'll like this one. I am constantly learning about color, largely about the importance of intensity or hue -- I don't have an art school vocabulary for the qualities of color but my eye is beginning to get educated. I am very happy to have a large stash so I can make a variety of choices.

I'll finish the second, and maybe the third as well tomorrow. I had only a little to do on this one so I finished it in a nice lull after Christmas festivities. Now I have two books started -- which one will I curl up with for a couple of hours? Probably first one and then the other.

Christmas wishes

Good wishes to all who celebrate Christmas for a lovely eve and merry day tomorrow. And for the many who don't celebrate Christmas, I hope it's a peaceful, happy and very good day.

Being an early riser, I cannot stop being fascinated by dawns. The dawn below was after our big snow with a scallop of ice along the left side of the window. After a day of mixed white-out and dove's breast grey, this dawn was very wonderful.

Solstice

Dawn came as late as it can, the afternoon darkness seemed to descend very early -- really breif minutes, on either end. Knowing it is the winter solstice I noticed the day's brevity. The differences are slight, I may not be truly aware of increasing daylight for a week or two but I know it's happening.

The aftermath of the blizzard was very lovely. The entire lawn was an unmarked blanket of slightly drifted white. Most of the wind came from the general direction of Canada. After the snow plow had been here and I had watched a number of people manage to get their cars free of the plowed up barriers I went out mid-afternoon just to see what barriers I would have to cross tomorrow when I'll go do errands. I have seen so much worse! I began to simply kick at the snow behind the rear of my car. Within ten minutes I had nearly flattened the area, almost down to pavement - just by kicking. When I came in I felt as though I had had a dance class workout -- very invigorated. The snow is light and fluffy still, rather dry, too. I hope the temperatures remain below freezing this week so that Christmas will be white. By then the roads will have been properly cleared - as they are not yet -- and a drive through almost any neighborhood will be tour through lights of all colors.

Light -- that is at the heart of all these winter festivals, the return of the sun after it's diminishment. We celebrate light with our own little lights artfully arranged or gaudy; the spirit remains ancient and numinous.

Snow Day

"Snow day" -- didn't you love those words when you were a kid? As if the sky itself gave you a whole day free. I still feel that way. What will be called something like "the big blizzard of December '09" came in about midnight last night. I had just put down a book and was thinking about it when I heard a whistling wind and looked out. I slept maybe a hour and awoke to a shiny whiteness -- the security lights outside were magnified by the snow so I got up and watched it a while then, being wide awake, went back to my book for quite a while, looked out occasionally as the bush outside my window accumulated big blossoms of snow. It's still coming down, my windows are iced over outside.

The snow day euphoria has hit me. I'm playing. That's what it feels like. I need to make two small quilts for swaps, sender's choice. So I've gone to the Mariner's Compass Stars book by Carol Doak which I've been wanting to use since I bought it about a year ago. Of the 24 patterns I finally chose two and copied them. Then came the fun of pulling out my stash of fabrics with metallics -- when I bought the book I said to myself "this will be for the metallics." Choosing fabrics for each was an excuse to feel like King Midas in an illustration from a child's book -- he sat at a table making piles of the gold coins that were all around him probably chuckling "heh-heh-heh." I went through each piece -- and there are a lot, some are just remnants of previous projects, but many are FQs or half yards or more.

I've made one star already [full disclosure, I started this yesterday when I knew there was going to be a snow day]. I love Carol's patterns, I love deciding on different color combinations than she uses, I love watching the points come out cleanly, I love the visual illusion of layered triangles. I love paper piecing! I also love her paper for paper piecing, it's strong for sewing and tears away very nicely. Pictures will be taken of finished quilts -- all quilted and backed and labeled. We're never too old for fun or for a snow day.

Six months, now done

Labor intensive! Yes, indeed. But I haven't been working on this Maxine Rosenthal quilt nonstop. It sat for weeks at a time while I did other quilting. However, as the second one is, as of yesterday and today, being sewn together, I wanted to finish this first, which I did early this week.

I've shown this before but it was not quilted. I've been doing that since Thanksgiving. Each hexagram in the body of the quilt has a spiral sewn free hand [by machine]. And then there were the borders. Now it's bound and labeled. The title is "Fireworks over the Forest." I thought of that almost as soon as I saw how it was forming on my design wall. Nice to have it done. I wish I had something like a large foyer in which to display it.

The next one, as shown just a few posts back [on design wall]. is light whereas this is dark. Finishing it will also take quite some time but meanwhile I can't help thinking that I very much want to do a third with a lot of bright colors. I'm starting to keep my eye open for the right fabric. I browsed through the nearby Heartbeat Quilts which has such a wonderful selection of fabrics I swoon when I go in there. At $9 to 12 a yard I can usually tell myself I don't have to buy anything right now. Really, most are such fine quilting cottons, they are worth the price. But my frugalista leanings usually win out, I get a little woozy when FQs are $2.75 each. Meanwhile I've got plenty of quilting to keep me occupied and it's certainly not time to start another hexagon quilt.

Walking Down the Hall

All over the country now, in cities and villages and towns, even out in the farmlands, people are decorating their houses and lawns for Christmas, some very tastefully, some exuberantly, some ostentatiously and some so over the top it's totally maniacal. I don't know if people are being more restrained this year because of the recession or if they have the majority of their displays saved year after year.
In apartment buildings there may be as much local variation as there are out in the housing developments. The very large apartment building I lived in NYC had such a variety of people of so many religions and nonreligions that there was very little display, a few wreaths. Trees were no visible, of course, until they were discarded by the trash cans late in December or early Janaury.
In this apartment building people have displays by their doors all year round, sometimes seasonal and sometimes just individual. Now the Christmas displays are out in all their cuteness or taste -- mostly the latter. The topmost photo is of a simple tree quilted in red and white. I like it's naivette. This contrasts sharply with the very expensive silver wreath of a woman who decortes differently, and expensively, for every holiday.
Then there's terminally cute set of little critters -- are they supposed to be chipmunks? -- in a pseudo nativity scene. Perhaps burning at the stake for heresy is extreme, but incinartion of the set up would cheer me. I'd have to include the Micky and Minny that sit below the nativity, smug Mouse-ter Claus and Min-ess Claus. The actual door behind this display is outlined in twinkling lights which, happily, are turned on only from noon onward.

And, these are not all the examples. These are just on my floor and my little portion of the large H that this building forms. I have other photos too banal to even copy hee. I am almost afraid to venture beyond the center of the building to the other leg of the H or to go to either of the upper floors.

RAK -- Wee giftie

This mini quilt is not quite 4x4 inches. Those teensy-tiny diamonds are amazing. I did not make it. It came to me as a RAK -- random act of kindness from a woman I've never met who lives in South Korea and who found this in Thailand and felt I would enjoy it. I think it's beautiful and wonderful. The edges were raw, I added the red border and put it in a small black frame which picked up so many light reflections I cropped it out of this photo. If you click the photo you will enlarge this to almost double it's real size, then try to imagine those little triangles in the border!

I love the quilt and I think I understand that woman's impulse. I have been to Thailand and I loved spending several hours wandering the night markets in both Bangkok and Ching Mai -- more enticing than any American shopping mall I know because there are mostly smaller stalls with tons of things, many handmade and many not and one can bargain. It's literally a night market, opening about 7:00 and staying open until about midnight. When traveling I have occasionally found charming things I could not resist and then at home I thought, but I don't need this, I won't use this, who might appreciate this properly? And then gifted it. Spread the pleasure. That stranger who only knows me via an internet group, was very kind and thoughtful sending this to me. The world can use all the RAKs people bestow ... it's a good season to remember that.

Birthday Celebration

Beethoven's birthday is the 17th of December. For some reason the local classical music radio station decided to celebrate it yesterday, so they played, I think, all the symphonies and quite a lot else, even including the Choral Fantasy which doesn't get played often but which I delight in every time I hear it. I found myself stopping whatever I was doing throughout the day to listen to a favorite movement. And then at 9:00 they played the 9th symphony. I had had a restless night the night before so I decided by the start of the final movement to turn out the lights and just listen -- but I fell asleep and didn't hear a word of the choral portion. Ah, well...

Why, you may wonder, is any of this important? I could just put on a CD or tape, I have both of the favorite Beethoven pieces, or listen to my iPod. Well, I don't have an iPod and my CD player has given up and I need batteries for my tape player ... anyway I habitually live serendipitiously. I let happenstance give me what comes on the radio. In fact my reason for not even wanting an iPod is that one loads it with what one knows and loves -- yes, say all, that's the point. My point then is, how do you ever discover what's new and what you don't know exists? How are you surprised and delighted by the randomness of the world? What has happened to curiosity and discovery? If I need sleep more than the end of the 9th symphony, that's what I needed.

Courage, Baby!

With circles in my head, I am paging through this new book, Quilt Mavens, by Deb Karaski and Janet Mednick which is full of incredible paper pieced quilt designs, some with spiky circles some with even more impressive curved patterns. I'm not always crazy about their color choices but far from certain I could make better choices.

Sewing curves has mostly defeated me. I made some Dresden Plates back in the ancient days and they were okay -- nothing back then was great but I was getting the hang of things all on my own in the jurassic period when the current quilting surge had not yet begun. I started a Double Wedding Ring paper pieced quilt which was a UFO a long, long time when I had difficulty putting the pieces together and finally was bagged in plastic and given away. I had a very hard time with a Drunkard's Path earlier this year and turned what would have been a full sized quilt into a lap size one -- with a wide border so the number of curved containing pieces was as few as possible. SOOOO...? Dare I tackle one of the easier quilts in this book? Not at this moment but when I finish, or get well into what's in the sewing room? Challenges are fun -- except when they're extremely frustrating. Meanwhile it's better than simple eye candy, it's a call from the forests of serious quilting, "Courage, Baby!"

Post #2 Today -- Kandinsky circles

This magnificent painting by Kandinsky is on the front of today's NY Times Science section, a long article about the circle in nature and as a design element. [No talk of mandalas but, of course they come to mind.] Isn't the picture just crying out to be a quilt? It's on view currently at the Guggenheim Museum in NYC -- and what better place to hang it? That spiral space just confirms Natalie Angier's article about the satisfaction of circles in art and nature. The colors in this painting are so contemporary, it's hard to believe it wasn't painted yesterday. When one can open a newspaper while drinking the morning coffee and come upon this -- perfect!

Yes, I too think circles are difficult to sew well and also difficult to cut accurately. But I have seen ads for a new Olfa cutting tool that makes circles of all sizes. This painting and the possibility of a quilt might mean I really need that tool. This picture, and I'm sure the newspaper picture -- since newsprint is a hardly high quality art medium -- shows the colors with the variations of tone that we see in many hand dyed fabrics. I can hardly stop thinking about this painting.

Semi-abstract art quilt

I had to make an small abstract art quilt, size to be about 4x6. I find that a difficult size although I made over 300 that size when I did a year's daily journal quilting. In that case I wanted to say one small thing to remember each day, not make any kind of artistic statement. A few I think were artistic but the majority served their purpose as mementos.

This quilt I made last weekend is named "Song of the unseen singer." Actually the bird figure seems very obvious in this photo but I think it was less so in reality. I enjoy using quilting ss an element of expression. I'm less pleased with the beading and the border is clearly imperfect. My favorite thing is the name that came to me as I was working on it. How to suggest song? Maybe I succeeded. I would have preferred to work at about 8x10. I have more of the fabric, perhaps I'll make one for myself.

A Walk in the Woods

Sorry, I'm not channelling Bill Bryson, just borrowing his title. How I wish I could write as funny as he did in the first 75 pages of that book! This is hardly the Appalachian trail, it's the trail around the small Hathaway's Pond where Rachel and I often walk with Molly the dog. Yesterday was so warm and beautiful, I turned left instead of right at a stop light that lead to me home or to the pond. I think it's probably a scant mile around the pond. Obviously the autumn leaves are mostly gone from the trees and are now underfoot, making a brown-gold cushion on which to walk.

One sees more when walking alone and not chatting so I took these pictures at spots I might not have noticed if I weren't alone. There were a couple of high school age girls, probably playing hookey, and I noticed a young guy once from across the pond but didn't see him close up. Otherwise I was alone and it was lovely.

These bare tree tops aren't really bare; they have bright green tufts of something like moss growing on them -- my biology is deficient. At places it looks like green fur which gives me a Dr. Seuss feeling about the tree, as if it might be a hang out for one of Dr. Seuss's characters.

I'm taking advantage of nice weather for walks. I notice without surprise, that I sleep better on days when I've had a good walk. I totally believe in the "use it or lose it" school of physical exercise and that it's not only the mobility but the whole sense of well being that can be lost when we don't exercise. There will be fewer beautiful days -- but some will be sunny and crisp and invigorating for walking. And I hope to get out and walk somewhere on those days too.

Confession of a Fabriholic

Once I find a source of bargains I find myself drawn there like a bee to nectar. Thus I went to the far back corner of the Goodwill store where I found my bargain drapes wondering what else I could find. I have in the back of my mind that I need another table cloth or two, having only one and it being white and that means potential stains and need for replacement. What I found hidden in that corner, besides three nice Chinese blue and white rice bowls was a basket full of fat quarters -- not one basketful but several in two color ways. I chose the pastel: blue, green, yellow, orange in graduated tones with muted [mostly] patterns. The clerk said to me that the baskets had originally been sold for about $70 each. I remarked that that seemed steep but 14.95 was excellent.

I chose the one with pastels, blues, greens, yellows with nice muted designs [mostly]. I came home and took them out, ironed them flat where they had been wrinkled and arranged them by color gradation. Lovely! 24 FQs for $15 means six yards of good quilting cotton for approximately 2.50 a yard. They would certainly be $8 a yard in the store. This bounty nagged at me for about 48 hours until I could stand it no longer. Yes, other fabriholics will understand -- I felt the other color selection calling to me. How could I forgo such a bargain? Finally I couldn't. I went back, found on only two baskets remained both in the brown/green/orange color way. I came home, ironed them ... they are not as pretty as the others, not as useful, the patterns are larger and less to my taste. But they will be useful nonetheless.

So I've added 12 yards, in the form of 48 FQs to my stash. Wow -- that ought to settle the craving for a while. For a while .... I hope.

Credit Where Credit is Due

Here are two details from the work in progress [WIP] in the previous post. Often I do not quite know what I'm doing, i.e. I haven't defined what my action and expectation is. In terms of this quilt I haven't defined it's antecedents either and they deserve to be given credit. I called it the "hexagon quilt." I should call it my Second Maxine Rosenthal quilt. I have been inspired by One Block Wonder, her book which shows examples and gives directions for quilts of this sort. I am especially thinking about what I am doing because, as this second quilt is on the design wall, I am actually quilting #One [Ive shown it before and will show it again when I'm doing quilting it].


Maxine R. follows in the footsteps of two well known quilters, and adds her own creative approach. First there was Paul Nadelson, a true quilt artist of the first important generation of late 20th century quilt artists. [Not that they are fossils, all are still much among us and still creating]. Paula's kaleidoscope quilts were laboriously cut and sewn and became iconic -- so much so, she was copied by a carpet manufacturing company who she had to sue for the royalties she very much deserved. Many years ago I head Paula speak of her laborious construction methods -- carried out in a crowded Bronx apartment amidst all her family duties. I was in awe.

Then came Bethany Reynolds and her "stack and whack" method [it should have a copyright sign affixed but my program doesn't have one for me to insert]. Bethany is a technological creator. She made Paula's painstaking methods easier, although not exactly super easy and not as complex. I have used Bethany's books and her methods several times and I've had a wonderful time making quilts with her technique.
Maxine Rosenthal uses Bethany's cutting technique but handles the resulting kaleidoscope-like hexagons or octagons differently to create a more abstract, exciting pattern than those Bethany offers in a more traditional block quilt tradition.

And where do I fit in? I'm a quilt hobbyist who has a bundle of fun making these quilts. I love the development of the kaleidoscope patterns and then the arrangement of them in the whole. I am neither an artist nor an innovator, I am an enjoyer, a recipient of others' wonderful talents. They have enriched my free time when I sew these quilts, and have expanded my artistic ability to arrange the hexagons in pleasing patterns. Too often, I think, people like me who learn something new from either a class or a book, imagine ourselves to be artists. No, we are artisans, we are enjoyers, and we should give thanks as well as credit where it is due.

On my design wall

I have been in a "finishing" mode and only slowly putting together the hexagons for this one-square quilt. Rachel and I were shopping when she found this Amy Butler fabric and thought it would work interestingly in this type of quilt. Normally I am not a fan of Amy Butler's designs but this one offered a big pattern, really 22x22 which meant a lot of possibilities. -- The wall photo is in artificial light so it looks creamier than it is, and the swatch photo below is in natural light so the colors are truer.
I so love my felt design wall! Those hexagons are held there simply by friction, not a pin on the whole wall, I can move them around as I like. Rachel came over the other evening and made a few adjustments. It's going to hang there a few more days before I start to sew them together. There are, in fact, quite a few more hexagons, several not yet sewn together -- they are mostly the light background with little bits of design. Maybe I'll use some of them in the main design, maybe I'll make a border. perhaps only on a couple of sides ... possibilities abound. They could go on the back or they could be used for other items like a table runner or a smaller wall quilt. I really love the "what if" aspect of quilting.

Another Lap Quilt Finished

This quilt, called "Rose Bouquets" was an impulse and an experiment. I found the fabric with roses and other flowers on a brownish maroon background as a sizable remnant. It has a lovely feel, either a very good quilting cotton or maybe a dress fabric with some polyester in it. It is somewhat silky, not sleezy. I enjoyed working with it.

Sometimes when I found something that just catches my eye I want to use it NOW. In this case I had seen an article somewhere about a kind of "stack and whack" with four 90 degree triangles put together as these are here. How simply can that be! And how interesting would it be with these roses? My color-pattern "eye" is not that of a well trained artist. I keep learning but I think I will never have a true artist's ability to predict how colors will work. In this case the contrasts within the fabric now seem not to have been strong enough for a zinger of visual impact when rearranged. That was a disappointment. Not that I find it ugly, just less interesting than I'd hoped.

I dug through my stash wondering what to use as stripping and, obviously, decided upon this strip, which has a feel very similar to the other fabric, It's a strong contract, and I'd call it okay but something else might have been better but I didn't have that something else and wasn't going to go shopping for it. So here is the finished quilt. Graded maybe C+, okay. I know someone I will give it to at Christmas time, thus the impulse has taught me a bit and, I think, will be welcomed by the giftee.

About feasting, briefly

Upon moving out of NYC I was afraid I'd never have really good bread again. Not so -- we had two of the most beautiful breads I've ever seen and really shouldn't have eaten yesterday at the beginning of dinner to accompany the cheddar-broccoli soup which was my contribution to the day's goodies. The white bread was from Paneras [a chain]; I am not sure if the multigrain was also theirs or from elsewhere. I must say I regularly have excellent breads here and even quite good bagels.

To put last things first here is, for this dessert lover the piece de resistance, Alison's pumpkin-peacan cheesecake. Even the picture says calorie overload, and I loved every calorie of my piece.

There was a plentitude of veggies, roasted as well as mashed potatoes. We did not go the yam casserole route, nor even the cliche green bean casserole. The stuffing was wonderful -- I LOVE tasty carbs of all sorts. I grabbed this photo of the turkey after the doneness test of twisting a leg had been successfully carried out -- ruins the perfection of shape but bespoke perfection of taste -- seconds before the carving knife struck.
It was perfectly chosen for the size of our group, which included only one vegetarian. Only enough was left for a pot of turkey soup which I imagine is simmering away at this very moment. And so ends another holiday -- and I didn't even mention the warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream ... THAT I should not have eaten. But I did and I still feel full 18 hours later.

It's raining very seriously today so I can't go walk off any of the poundage and, for sure, I'm staying out of the craziness at the maul -- er, I mean mall. It's a great day for some happy quilting.

Mad Dogs and an Englishwoman, Polly Adams

My idea of a fun read is an intelligently written book by an intrepid woman adventuring someplace that sounds fascination but is, for one reason or another, better experienced vicariously than in reality. That exactly explains Polly Adams' Mad Dogs and an Englishwoman. She went to the Yukon in January! And spent two months at a sled dog owner's establishing -- except when she was following the Yukon Quest race or going off on side jaunts -- like driving along over the frozen Berring Sea to an Inuit village.

Her writing is so full of enthusiasm for the dogs, in particular, and the place with it's gold rush history and hearty, friendly people that I almost wanted to do the trip -- except for all those times when it was about -40 degrees -- some of those times were nights spent in tents. I have always admired and envied the intrepid Englishwomen [mostly they ARE English] who write of adventuring for the sake of it. It seems Polly Adams has done somewhat similar books about traveling in Argentina, Portugal, New Zealand, China and others. This was my first acquaintance with her, I doubt it will be the last. I learned history I did not know and fell in love with the dogs that she so obviously loved. I almost understand the tourists who showed up in that dark and frigid part of the world at that time of year.

Cloudy Days

Last week was mostly beautiful, sunny days, a last gasp, perhaps, of autumn before winter breathes it's chilly breath down our coat collars. I was told about a woman called Beckra who publishes a blog called (y)oursky.blogspot.com -- I give you this address instead of just a link, because I have bad luck publishing links. I sent her some sky photos and she sent me the following wonderful haiko by Basho (translated by B.L. Einband) which is worth memorizing:

Clouds now and again
give a soul some respite from
moon-gazing -- behold.

Finished at last!

This was a UFO for two extended periods. A part of me likes it, a part of me hates it. I'm SOOOOO happy to have finished it. I will not go into any of the sordid details, but this quilt is an example of all my worst quilting traits, which rarely accumulate all in one quilt, but this time they did. I am totally ashamed of my workmanship and general all around sloppiness in the rush to get the thing done. I promise one and all that I would never treat a sensate being, not even a tree or dandelion in the yard as badly as I have treated this quilt. I am going to give it to some charity although I consider that almost morally reprehensible because needy people do not deserve to have our mistakes dumped on them. And yet, it is a warm cover, the pattern may delight some eyes, probably childish ones. I am not signing the quilt in any way. And I won't -- I swear -- do this sort of rush job again, even to get a UFO out of my sight, out of my house.

The sun is going south

Moving into an apartment where I could watch the sunrises -- from an apartment where a recently erected 23 story building ate all my sky view -- was wonderful. I am a morning person, I usually see the sunrise. This morning I was awake a little before 5:00 and out of bed not long after 5:00. My breakfast table gives me a view of the sunrise. In the six months I've watched it move south, over different sets of tree tops. It has only one more month to keep going south and then it will, slowly and imperceptibly at first, begin moving north again. Right now there are lemony patches of sunlight on my walls so the light fills the room both from the windows and from it's glow on the walls. Such a lovely way to start the day. I know many people sleep through sunrises. Perhaps our largely urban life has deprived us of what I imagine was a childhood training to be up early. Farm life is ingrained in my habits and I felt deprived of a natural right when that building went up; I immediately began dreaming of moving.

I do not see the sunsets. The building is oriented so that no one's apartment has both views. Ideally I would have sunrises beyond a breakfast room window and sunsets beyong a living room, or sun porch window. But then ideals are few and far between and I'm very happy with this beautiful morning. I think I awoke so early because there are several things I hope to do today and now that I've checked my email after breakfast, I'm ready to plunge into the rest of the day.

Old Dogs, new tricks

The more I try to learn about using my Mac the more I know I don't know. The last couple of weeks I've sat through very intelligent and accessible lectures about how to use different aspects of my Mac -- I've been using a Mac for 4 or 5 years now and listened to a LOT of lectures. You'd think I'd be getting it. I expected I'd be getting it.

Not so, what is supposed to be SO intuitive that a five year old can manipulate a Mac is just not sinking in. A friend asked me to scan something for her. "No prob, "said I, I've scanned a number of things. Ha! It took at least 15 minutes to go to screen after screen and get the thing scanned -- twice as it turned out. So frustrating, really no understanding the of screen prompt. Feeling like Pooh, "a bear of very little brain". Finally stumbling on the answer and achieving the desired end.

This is not a language that makes sense to me! I am a words on a paper page person and then I am not always good at following directions [especially if they were written by Asian person about how to put together a bookcase or cabinet. It tends to destroy a life time of self-confidence, a belief that, indeed, I was intelligent enough to figure out most logical instructionss. But nothing has yet convinced me computer-eze is logical. And, contrary to the opinion of many who are under 25 years of age, it is NOT FUN. Waltzing around the room to Johann Strauss music is fun, playing Pictionary is fun, riding a bicycle is fun -- computers are not fun. Necessary, yes, in this day and age, but fun? Not. Somd tricks just don't make a lot of sense to old dogs and they refuse to learn.

On my design wall

This doesn't lookd very interesting at this point. It's a my shirting strip cum buttons quilt redux. Below is that quilt in a good picture taken by Cindy Russell of the Empire Quilters Guilt at the time of my show and tell-ing about it. I gave it away and then it got given away one more step and I understand it's owner loves it.

I have to make those largish squares all the same size and, of course make more. I have some other strips -- these aren't all shirtings but the idea is the same. Something else to dream of finishing ... in the fullness of time, of course.

Fabric Postcards

I like to have a supply of fabric postcards on hand. Last winter I made a bunch using selvages and putting a picture cut from a fabric in the middle. I liked them, I like using selvages. And I've nearly used up the 40 or so I made at that time. SO -- it was time to make more. Here are two dozen of the 30 I finished today -- they've been the project of the week, not just today.

If you click to enlarge you'll see the photos were actually taken before I finished them. They had been made and backed and ironed [I used spray starch on the front], but they had not had their ends closed -- I used the "pillowcase" backing method. I thought that was where I'd stop today so I took the pictures. But then I had a spell of ambition so I actually finished them except for writing POST CARD on the back, which seems to be necessary to convince the geniuses who work in the P.O. that these ARE post cards.

I've recently received a couple of fabric postcards with a neat stamp on the back that is like the old fashioned postcard message on the once-upon-a-time penny post cards. I might mention that one amazing correspondent sent me a two cent postcard recently -- with the other 40 cents added. She must have found it at a flea market. I DO remember both the penny and two cent postcard. Sometimes I think I have a century's worth of memories stored in that pound or two of gray matter.

I think I'll venture into that very dangerous [to the pocketbook] store downtown that sells all kinds of scrapbooking supplies including many stamps, and see if they have the stamp. I'll try to put blinders on so I don't get too distracted by the beautiful papers and other supplies there. I do not need a new craft so I stay out of that store as well as out of the very neat bead store that's also on the main street. It's always been hard to be a Gemini, I am so distractable and want to try so many things. Time just doesn't allow it. Alas!

Meaning of Dreams -- None

An article in yesterday's Science Section of the New York Times talked about a scientist's recent article letting us know that dreams, in fact, have no meaning beyond that they prepare the mind for waking life, a bit like cranking up the Model A Ford to get it started running. Probably a lot of scientific minded people have felt this way and deeply regretted that Freud and followers somehow legitimized the age-old habit of looking for meaning and even prognostication in those weird scenes that sometimes wake us and sometimes linger when we wake normally.

I've often felt that the many methods of dream analysis were all games, fun to play, full of delightful constructs no matter which set of rules one chose to play by. I really haven't taken dreams very seriously and I remember very few, probably for that very reason. But I think the mind is far more mysterious than this particular scientist believes -- mysterious in the sense of not understood and possibly almost too complex and too different to ever be truly understood. If no two snow flakes are alike, certainly no two human minds are alike, they may have the same structure but once we begin to experience -- which probably begins before birth -- the construction of memory is different for everyone and soon the construction of many other brain functions becomes different also.

Because I try to make this blog a little relevant to quilting -- and don't always try very hard -- I will take a stab at it today. I like scrap quilts as I've often said and it's almost impossible for any two to be the same. I do not like quilts that are copies of others, I do not like kits, I don't even like to see a lot of quilts made by students of the same teacher although they usually are different from one another. I like individuality, and I find it a bit disappointing, a bit sad that so many people have so little self-confidence that they do not trust their own impulses when they make quilts. That opens a huge can of worms and I don't have time to go there this evening. I'd just suggest that if you are a person who believes your dreams have meaning surely you can be a person who dares make quilts whatever way appeals to you because you believe your mind is unique and that something creative happens within it.

Sherry Shine at EQG

Sherry Shine was the speaker at the Empire Quilter's Guild yesterday -- I had gone to NYC especially to be able to attend the meeting, partly to hear the speaker but also for a members' flea market and to see friends and just plain to be in NYC again for about 40 hours. Sherry paints whole cloth and then quilts it, or has it quilted by a long arm quilter. Sometimes she also appliques on part of the design but she didn't show any examples of that work. She showed several of her works, although many, as she explained, have sold and are in private collections.

The group was very interested in many aspects of her technique and I was glad to hear her practical, basically no nonsense approach because so much in the magazines sounds complex. Lately, she told us, she has been experimenting with using bubble wrap to give the surface a new texture. This has fascinated me and I was curious to see how it worked. The two pictures show how it worked for her. She seems to have used the large size "bubble" although the stuff comes in different sizes. But I thought it was interesting to have this layer of color imposed on the original picture. It make me think of experimenting with it some day.

Just as an FYI, the largest company that makes what we all call "bubble wrap" calls it "encased air packing product." Well, la-de-dah.

I GOOFED

I just posted the quilts I wanted to show here on my other blog, BIG 7-0 -- go to "view my profile", click, go to bottom of page and click the Big 7-0 blog. It's early, 7:10AM and not all the spark plugs in the brain are sparking. Sorry.

Reversible String Quilt

Thanks to a string quilt block swap on Swap-Bot, I made three dozen string blocks -- I had a LOT OF string scraps, in fact, I still have a lot but not nearly as many as before. A dozen of those string blocks were swapped, in two sets of six. Then I received two sets of six.

Interestingly, the sets I received were different from mine -- one was narrower strings and very carefully on a perfect diagonal, the other set had wider strips and were on a more acute diagonal and my own were between the two, somewhat wider strings, diagonal varied somewhat because strings were not all the same width from end to end, throwing off the diagonal a bit.

So I decided to use the Sharon Pederson method of piecing blocks together. It's autumn and I was feeling in that frame of mind so I selected fabrics in the orange-brown-green range. for the piecing and borders, as the photos show, a light beige-on-beige for the string side and a medium brown with a subtle gold print pattern for the other side.

With this method of putting the blocks together they are easy to quilt individually before putting together so then only the border needs to be quilted. I really like this method as quilting smallish squares is very easy. As one can see I used a tilted square spiral [is that an oxymoron?] and did it free form, no pattern. Super quick and easy. The Greek key on the border seemed congruent to the other design.

The quilt actually is square it was being held tightly at the top. I hope a day will come when I will figure out how to photograph quilts nice and square and clearly without one side being more shadowed than the other. I think it will require both a new camera and some lessons or directives. But I thought I'd post this as I haven't posted any quilt photos for a while and I HAVE been quilting although not a lot.