Tuesday, September 21, 2010
We are back into the work groove, so to speak. But the 6 a.m. wakeup call is brutal. I finally figured out today why it's so hard. On weekends or non-school days I can wake up, lay there a few minutes, feel myself slowly becoming conscious. But on work days when the alarm goes off we have to hit the floor running. Tonight, just now, we both put our faces into the mirror and compared dark circles under our eyes. And then debated whose were worse. Sigh.
Not getting much quilting done during the week. Over the weekend though I finished cutting the triangles for a flying geese border, worked on the flower quilt Elizabeth wants (I'm closing in on that one) and started thinking of a stocking for Cecilia.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Christine started out to be something very different than she turned out. She was supposed to be a landscape collage of farm fields in October. She decided from the day I made the first cut in the first piece of fabric I collected for almost a year for her, that she was in charge of this project. As often happens, when you start out to create something new. Authors talk about their characters taking over the story and sometimes star in a book of their own. Paintings become "possessed" of their spirit. So, Christine was born.
Now for her backside..I know you quilters have had persnickety projects and you probably chose to stuff the thing in a drawer for at least a new decade. But I persisted. And every single cut I made was wrong for me but turned out to be right for her. That's why the back has a border. Cut the brown floral wrong. Put on a border. Happen to notice in the quilt shop a really nice leafy border on a display quilt and think..."I can do that..." And a closeup....
Then, my niece's husband, a young, active nonsmoking 42 year old found he had throat cancer. He was told this is the kind of thing you get after a life of hard drinking and smoking. He is neither. After a very rough summer of very aggressive daily treatments in a hospital 150 miles away, he is waiting three months to find out if he's on the mend for real.
Next Saturday, the 11th, there is going to be a benefit for him and his family to help with medical bills and such. I asked my brother what we could do and he said there was going to be a silent auction and if we could find something/s?
I'm glad for so many reasons. She's finished. She's going to do something good. She will be gone from my life but someone will love her. Her colors are beautiful, a good draw for the fall season and no one there will know that she started out as an idea to celebrate the beauty of fall - or maybe they'll get it because she is Christine. Someone will love her and just have to have her and will pay for that right. And it will all help Brian.
If I was a painter I'd have set my easel on the bluff this weekend and tried to capture this sky. Although in the gale force winds whipping up 14 foot waves, the easel would have had to be chained to a tree. We had the first real break in the hot weather and Saturday's temperature was the coldest Sept. 4 since 1913. Now, that doesn't mean it was freezing, but it was chilly and so very, very windy but that brings all sorts of people to the beaches and piers to see crashing waves. But that sky...it was amazing!
We spent this holiday weekend, the last before school starts tomorrow, working very hard. We have a brick walk that leads to the front door. I couldn't stand the weeds any longer. I started taking all of the bricks up, pulling weeds, discovering how wide the path really is once I tore out the thyme that became so invasive. Patient Husband then got out the landscape fabric, got sand and paving sand and we crawled and fixed and lay bricks. It's amazing how wide that path really was/is! I can't stop looking at it.