Decisions

 I am not a good passenger.  I get bored and I tend to backseat drive.  Ever since I was a child I would be carsick.  But about ten years ago I discovered I could do some hand work if I'm careful about the carsick thing.  

My latest take along project if we are going to be driving 2 hours or more is to stitch hexies together. I keep a small tightly packed tote of everything I need.  When we are leaving for anywhere, I grab the tote all packed and good to go.

They are scrappy, used up scraps of fabric, no rhyme or reason to placement except for trying not to put two reds or dark blues together. 

I put this box on my lap, the thread in the door handle pocket and when I take out the cardboard pieces they go in the bottom of the tote till we stop for gas somewhere. The box is thinning out and I need many more for the road trip

so last time I zoomed I cut fabric to fit the foundations and put everything in baggies.

Now, I make more hexies to store for the big road trip we are planning this summer.  It's a long one and I will need lots.  It's porch work.

The decision?  As I recuperate from new hip surgery I have to decide whether to sit on the front porch or the back.  Front porch chairs are more comfortable and I can easily fall into a nap so not much might get done.  Back porch offers an aquarium of bird activity at the feeders, which is distracting to getting anything done.  But it's such a gorgeously beautiful day today I won't be inside.

Tinkering

 I've packed up the piles and put away the stuff for a bit because I'm going to have a new hip Thursday and won't be in the mood for messes.  Instead I've been tinkering with my ladies.

A few days ago Lou was going through old linens and wondering what to do with pieces that were stained and damaged by time and use.  I told her when I go to estate sales I head first to the bedrooms where the linens are stored. I want those pillow cases, table cloths, dresser runners, etc.  Some are very damaged and have holes or big stains.  And because of that I get them for pennies. Some are in good condition and useable.  Still very inexpensive.  

What I've done is cut the handwork off the damaged pieces and tucked them away for....I don't know, just another stash, I guess.

But then with Lou's post I thought "hmmm" and dug out the crochet trims that I saved from disintegrating pillow cases and they fit nicely as trims for my ladies.  The pattern I am using for inspiration for the ladies shows a pieced 'lace' around their faces.  This sure beats that!

There was a piece that was salvaged I turned into an apron for this one.

I really like the look, the crochet pieces - and I do mean pieces - that I saved are resurrected.

I am making up this project as I go along.  It's going to be very funky when I finally decide it's finished.

Books this week.  Probably the last week for me.  If not, then possibly just one or two more as I heal.

Another Holly Hobbie book.  This one from her own life.  

Holly's family lived in a thriving, busy, noisy neighborhood and suddenly her parents bought a run down old farm house out in the country with no indoor plumbing and no electricity in her bedroom. It was culture shock.  But Holly learned to love the animals of the country and their little farm.  But mostly she loved the horses the neighbors had and wished for a horse more than anything.  They had a barn, there was tacking hanging on the wall, she learned to draw horses, she even picked up 'road apples' from the neighbors' horses and put them in her barn.  

On her birthday her big present was in the barn and she ran her fastest to get there.  The kids and I had a good chat about that ending. 

I always save this book for the last book of the year.  Gum wasn't new.  The ancients chewed pine resin and other things. Chewing gum was good for you.  But what if you could make a gum that was able to hold a bubble?  And when you succeeded in that, make it a color but pink was the only thing available in the lab?  The kids LOVE this book.  Or is it because I bring in a big bag of bubble gum for them?  

We discussed that things don't just magically appear.  Someone has to think...."hmmm, what if?" and tinker and tinker and think and think to invent the things we have now.  

CIRCLES! and books

 I don't think I've ever been happier finishing a quilt top.  During covid Friend Barb and I started a circle quilt.  It was a way for me to appreciate the Liberty of London fabric I bought but was afraid to use

                                It's taken that long for me to finally get from this point Five years? 

To this.  I was so excited this morning when I whipped it out of the machine I didn't even iron it before hanging it for a photo.  So if it looks a little wonky, well, it is till it's ironed.   But that will have to wait till I'm ready to layer it and that won't be for another while.  But this far?  Ecstatic.

They are four inch white squares and the reason it took so long was because I got bored with sewing circle after circle after circle.  Barb?  She's made seven circle quilts. SEVEN.  We sew differently.  She uses her TV downtime in the evening on boring but that's my main sewing time and so there are other things to work on. 

This week's books were a little prehistoric-ish.  

After surviving a shipwreck a young boy finds himself on a remote island with a creature he has never seen anything the likes of before.  Hom is his name.  Hom is the last of his kind.  There are cave paintings of his family to prove it.  Hom shows our young boy what foods are safe to eat, how to live on a deserted island.  Our boy shows Hom his first wheel.  They play, become the best of friends.  After a note is put into a bottle telling civilization where he is, a ship does come and there is a silhouette that looks like it could be the boy's mother on board.  But boy also knows what will happen to Hom if he is found by the world. 

Can you remember what it was like to be dragged along with your mother on Errand Day?  But this day is different.  Instead of a balloon at the barber there is a dinosaur to take home.  And another from the bakery, the doctor, and every other place they stop.  Mom is furious.  What are we supposed to do with a real DINOSAUR?  Every kid in town is delighted, though. Dream come true!  

Instant Pot

 When we were kids occasionally our dad would hide a thimble around the living room and we kids would search for it.  I don't remember if there was a prize involved because it would be hidden several times per session. I just remember we would have fun looking for it.

Easter Sunday we had 23 here for dinner.  Daughter, SIL, grand girls, brother, SIL, nieces, nephews, cousins, second and third generation nieces nephews and new niece.  Close to the end of the day Elizabeth noticed little frogs hidden in the kitchen.  Hidden in plain sight.  She found three. I thought they were her cat's toys from when we pet sat a few weeks ago.  But no. 

Everyone went home.  PH and I started finding the little frogs tucked everywhere.  Still in plain sight, but tucked on the bookshelves, in the bathroom, in the spare bedroom, living room, peeking out from all sorts of places downstairs and up.

I asked the girls if they or their dad did it.  No, they said. But I didn't believe them because it's just the sort of thing they would do and giggle as they watched us find them. They insisted no.  I asked a niece and she said no for herself, her husband and four kids.  I thought for sure it was the husband.  Nope. 

Back to clues with the grands.  We narrowed it down to another niece and her son.  Nope.  But she laughed when I asked "then who?"  We were up to 23 of them!  They are everywhere!  She said to check my emails.  Well, I'm not an email saver.  I read 'em and delete 'em. But I scrolled trash and found the conversation from Sunday's planning and there was the thank you from my great-nephew thanking us for the day and signing off with 🐸. Ah ha!! That went right over my head when I read it.   Niece said there could be 28 so we have five to go if that's true.

This was so much fun for PH and I as we would call from somewhere in the house, "Another one!"  But SO puzzling as to who hid them.  And a nice way to continue Sunday's fun.

Yesterday I went to the garden center.  It's about 45 minutes from here if there are no detours for road repair so it took me an hour.  I go to this one because their prices are the best anywhere.  Anywhere. I can't buy the quantity I buy and pay the prices of the swankier greenhouses. I go for the potted geraniums.  They are in full bloom, good height, healthy, inexpensive and I simply tilt them out of the hanging pot and into my bigger porch pots.

From this

To this.  Instant Pot!  These bright reds are my primary purchase.  There are a few other things I get for specific pots but this is the reason I go and the flowers I love. 

     Today we planted them.  I know. I know.  There isn't a horticulturalist in the state of Michigan who would say it's ok to plant now. Not a single one.  But I have my own barometer and I've only been frozen once.  

    I watched the weather and determined it was ok to go purchase.  The forecast for the next ten days is FINALLY seasonable in the high 60's /low 70's.  Today we are going to hit 80.  And none of the nights will freeze. 

Geraniums can withstand those temperatures.  In fact, they prefer it. The pots are on the porch so way above the ground and freeze.  

   And I am running the clock on a new hip soon so the list of to-dos is long.  I am happy to cross this off. 

    

Last night I kind of sorted the circles into sort of light/darks/colors.  I am not going to put them on a design wall and play with placement - because I don't have a design wall, just a Thinking Bed.  These will be sewn together as is with random placement. It's going to be fine.

 And I'm going out onto the porch right now with my cranky machine to begin.  I think I'm going to do the 16 x 18 - one of the sizes Susan figured for me.  Can't let this beautiful day be spent in the house. 

More Books

 This week's books were about the littles.  Many years ago I saw a quote that said, "If you think you are too small to be effective you've never been in bed with a mosquito" and I've used that quote for years with the kids I've read to.  Jut because you're little doesn't mean you're not important. And in the political climate we are living in I am, sadly, not heeding my own advice. Exhaustion has taken over.

But no one feels more insignificant than a 6 year old so I brought these books to remind them how important little can be.

The King of Little Things understood the importance of little things and was kind and generous to all of his little subjects.  Things like buttons and nails and snails and cups and pencils all have important jobs.  Little things.  His subjects loved him and were loyal to him.  But King Normous wanted all of it.  Everything.  All the kingdoms and all subjects loyal to just him (sound familiar?)  He vanquishes all the lands and peoples and believes he has it all until one of his nervous servants tells him about the King of Little Things.  So King Normous captures and imprisons him.  But the little things love their king and won't cooperate with King Normous.  The keys won't lock, the nails won't hold the dungeon door, the ants and bees come in to feed him, etc.  King Normous loses his buttons and his pants fall down.  Admitting defeat to the importance of little things he gives up.  Next time you use a paper clip think about the big job that little thing does.

Millie and her mother move to Garden Glen where every house and yard is the same.  Same lawn, same curtains in the windows, same roses, same same same. Millie, though, is eager to replant her old garden and make their new home feel like old home.  Well, her garden is filled with peculiar plants with very strange names and habits.  She is immediately dealt with by the Homeowners Association telling her this is not acceptable.  But Millie has a plan.  She invites her class to her garden and they come! And she gives cuttings and snips and soon, Garden Glen is interesting.  Just a small thing a little can do.

 None of the plants in Millie's garden are actually poisonous but have interesting names and faces and it's good storytelling.  Inspiration for the book came from the Poison Garden at Alnwick Garden, England where in 1997 one hundred varieties of poisonous plants were introduced. 

Our weather has turned, we are officially in spring. I went to the garden center today and bought my ten geranium baskets and some other things. I get planted hanging baskets and take them out, put them in my porch pots for instant size and color.  I was happy to fill the car with some sunshine. 

Leaves are Changing

After the prep, planning, cooking and partying Sunday, I spent yesterday doing absolutely nothing.  I couldn't even get up the gumption to think about my nothing choices.  The path of least resistance was to put on a movie and work on April's temperature tree.  The colors are changing and it's a welcome change. Then I took a nap. 

Easter

 Another successful Easter day!  We had 23 plus two babes here for dinner and egg games.  We are lucky and we know it, there was plenty of food, everyone was healthy and the family is growing (thus the two little ones) and even though some of the third generation are off on their own they still come for the day.

After dinner PH takes over the day with his egg games.  Everyone takes part, and there are prizes!

He is giving instructions for the egg roll down the driveway.  Even though we've done this for several years, this year the driveway is new and smooth as a baby's butt so while the game was the same the playing field was very different. 

Our two year old started us off. We all thought, "aw, how cute!" but his egg rolled all the way down to the street and as it kept going and going and going we all started to say, "Oh no!"

This is the big difference.  Our driveway is very long and curves and this year it's new and smooth.  Those eggs just kept on a goin' down to the street.  In the past we had divots and pot holes and gravelly pieces to stop them.  Not this year.  They just kept on a goin'   In an attempt to divert I tossed a couple of sticks on the surface.  Ha. Nice try.

The winner won by mere inches as they puddled at the bottom right at the street's edge.  That yellow one was the winner. Inches.

The raw egg toss was next.  I had to swallow hard as I stood on the porch taking pictures and watched a dozen eggs smashed to the ground.  This year they aren't cheap (cheep!)

It's serious stuff.  We discovered years ago, with each step back, the farther away you are for your catch your rings can tunk just enough to break the egg.

                                                     Thus the aprons.  There was splash.

                                                                        The scorecard. 

We had fun, toddlers to teenagers to seniors we all ate, laughed and played games. Who could ask for more?