Books and Retreat

    This week I took to the woods with the books. 

This is a sweet fairy tale.  A king and queen had no children so the queen went to the royal inventor and she (SHE) put together a robot boy while the king went to the local witch and she transformed a log into a little girl.  But as we all know, witches attach glitches. At night the girl turns back into a log until she is awakened by the robot when he opens her curtains in the morning.  Then one day a commotion distracted him and he forgot....

Rene opens a cafe at the edge of the woods. An idyllic setting.  Glumfoot is the little gremlin who answers her ad for help.  Rene prepares gourmet foods she is very proud of but no one comes to eat. Glumfoot goes out into the woods and finds Ogre to come eat.  Ogre thinks Rene's ingredients are horrible but Glumfoot figures out how to fool the ogre into eating the food, which means the other forest creatures will, too. The kids loved the ingredients ogre expected and how Glumfoot transformed Rene's masterpieces to appeal to him. 

While you all are packing your cars for Scrub Stitchin' weekend, or as the time changes, you are probably UNpacking right now,  I was at my retreat last weekend.  

Our little group is just six of us now and that wasn't even this weekend because Friend Barb got sick in the late evening of the first day and packed up and went home to spare the rest of us getting what she had.  Thank, you, Barb!  We really missed her but were glad to not get what she had.

Thus there isn't much show and tell to share

Lisa made this huge elephant for her grand girls as a floor pillow.

She made this for their camper

Sally showed this.  We all were astounded.  It's beautiful, who doesn't like pink, green and white? But it is WAY out of Sally's wheelhouse. The blocks are big and not her colors at ALL.  I didn't get a picture of the pieced grand daughter's name on the back for privacy sake.  So pretty!

Joyce made this for her daughter.  This daughter is the one that's quilt worthy.  Remember the story I told about her OTHER daughter who sent the quilt Joyce made for her to Goodwill?  Not quilt worthy.

Joyce was given a lot of hexies from Barb and she did what I'm doing as my car project. Just attaching them with no rhyme or reason to planning.  Mine is growing but I only work on it in the car and my hexies are smaller. Joyce was happy to have a way to use the variety up.

And she had still more. 

Joyce is a wonderful knitter.  This is an interesting thing.  She is making a shawl with this yarn. You knit the blue but when you come to green you make this bauble thing - looks like barnacles or coral- they are random, you just stop knitting when you come to green and do the thing.  

Of course I can't show you my show and tell because it was Elizabeth's BA quilt. But this is what I worked on AND FINISHED.  When I got home I added the binding and FINISHED it!  

I also took my Liberty of London circles but didn't do much with them. They are a slow slog.

OK, have fun everyone at Scrub Stitchin' and tell everyone I said hi.

Books and bits

 When I take books to school to read to the kids I like to have them be related somehow, same author or  same subject, etc.

This week I took food and problem solving. Do you remember when you were a kid you could hop on your bike in the morning and go off exploring or gathering a few friends and no one knew where you went or what you did but you just played? And you solved your own problems? 

This one was so simple I just turned the pages as the kids read the words and a lot depended on the punctuation.  I congratulated them on reading it with the punctuation, using the exclamation point in their voices and the question mark.  

Our little guy is hungry and says to dad, "me hungry" but dad is busy and mom is busy so he goes off on his own to find food.  By process of elimination the rabbit, porcupine and tiger are not good choices.  But he finds one animal that is just right for helping to find food, not to be the one eaten.  And when he goes back to his cave our little guy is no longer hungry.

This one is an older book but SO relevant.  We have absolute best friends who do absolutely everything together.  But one brings a peanut butter sandwich everyday and one a pita filled with hummus. Finally peanut butter girl can't hold it in any longer and tells her friend she thinks her lunch is yucky.  And vice versa.  Words are spoken, a food fight means a visit to the principal.  The girls realize that their friendship means more than a sandwich, they each taste the other's lunch and this sparks an idea.

SO much in this one is relevant. Judging each other's differences, taking the time to understand, solving a problem without an adult, it goes on and on.  

And yes, when I mentioned hummus I had to explain what it was without saying "chickpeas" because they were already wrinkling their noses in yuck. Except for two little girls who said they love it. 

As I've said, Friend Marilyn is now in assisted living and while she gave away her fabric and books long ago when her house was being cleared out my daughter brought me the bits and pieces of things that were left.  As I went though I found some unfinished projects.  These baskets were a covid project our little retreat group was doing virtually together.  Mine became a back of the couch thing, Marilyn actually had covid and her health wasn't good so she gave up on hers.  I found them in the mix.  The other day I took them back to her and we layed them out on the floor so she could show me the placement she had in mind.  There were supposed to be blue triangles for sashing but those weren't around anywhere.  I was going to bring them home to sew together but convinced her she could do these by hand herself.  They are only six inch squares and she had already hand sewed three of them together long ago.  When she saw this she agreed, she would keep them and do it herself.  Victory!!

 

I kept my kids' baby teeth.  They are in a little medicine jar and I have some in a little copper container that I have on a chain to wear them just to drive the grand kids crazy.  They continually tell me when I die those things are going to be thrown in the river before even my ashes go.  I keep telling them they are going to be willed to one of them, probably Adelaide because Elizabeth wants my great aunt's glass eye.

It's a continual bone of contention, something they can get riled up about as I defend myself. I kept their mother's and uncle's teeth.  I threaten to have some made into rings.  Stringing them on a necklace like the Native Americans did with bear teeth.  I've been told by them witches kept teeth.  And reminded I have a glass eye in a drawer and a cauldron in the yard.  Things are adding up.

Last week I saw this article in the paper and tore it out, texted it to them and put it on the refrigerator. I am vindicated!  I told them in this political/social climate I MUST wear the necklace because there are many ogres to ward off.   They agreed, I can wear the necklace but not will it to them.

I said my only mistake was in not separating the teeth between my son and my daughter.  They are both mixed up in the same little bottle.  My daughter said that isn't the only mistake I made with the teeth. 

To dye for

 The other day Friend Laurie and I took a class in natural dyeing.  This wasn't completely new to me, in past years I did some dyeing and documented here when I tried to book teach myself how to dye with indigo.  That was rather intimidating, and I was a little afraid of it but kept everything and stored it in the dye pot in the garage.  This class was enough to ignite my curiosity again.  I don't need a new hobby but this process can be really simple.  One by product of taking this class.  I'll see about color fastness and maybe dye for a quilt project.  Maybe.

There were stainless steel dye pots set up with pomegranate, avocado, onion skins and black tea.

Onion skins are about the easiest thing of all.  I've dyed Easter eggs with onion skins, like my grandma used to do.  I just go to the grocery store and scoop out the skins into a bag and when the produce people ask what I'm doing and I explain it, they say, "go for it!"  They are free and the easiest way to get skins.

Each dye was natural and then another pot was set up with an iron mordant.  I learned that the iron can just be the iron pills people take.  Simple!  Adding the iron definitely changes things. Adding any mordant changes things. The avocado was the seed and the skin but the fruit carefully completely removed.  Lots of them.

Look at the difference in pomegranate! The instructor used powdered pom.

And the onion.  In the photo below you can see that adding the iron to onion makes a nice green

We were each given four cloth napkins. Everyone tied theirs for the tie dye effect but I have never liked tie dye and of course I was different by leaving my napkins flat.  The ones on the right I just dipped into the iron vat so you can see the halves with and without for the two.

It was a good class, fun, and I'll buy lots of marigolds at the nursery this summer to grow enough for a good dye pot.  

I've seen how some of you pack for retreat but this is what I'm taking. One tote with three projects, a tin with the Liberty circles and my hoop. the white bag has Elizabeth's BA quilt in for show and tell.  That's it. Hand quilters travel light!  I DO take my lamp, my chair and a small foot stool, too.

Bits and Pieces

I bet you can't think of anything more the same than a bag of marshmallows. Well, this author/illustrator has taken the idea of being different to a whole new level.  I could look at these illustrations all day. Most marshmallows live the same, are born, live in homes, go to school, etc. But if you look closely you'll realize there is one who is different from the rest. Marches to his own drum, doesn't quite follow the crowd. And that is the one who will soar.

The Full Belly Bowl is an older book but I read it every year.  The very old man and his cat live a quiet life where they are usually always hungry.  One day the very old man goes for a walk and hears a cry for help and finds a very, very small man who he takes home and cares for till better.  The little man leaves but in his place gifts the old man with a full belly bowl.  It's magic.  Whatever is put in the bowl multiplies so as the note left with the bowl says, use with caution but you will never go hungry again.  Oh, and when finished turn it upside down.  Well, the very old man discovers it works with anything and when he tries a penny in the bowl he gets a little star struck and hurries off to town with a bag full of pennies to exchange for a gold piece. But in his haste for riches he forgets to store the bowl.  

The teacher thought this a good writing prompt - "what would YOU put in the bowl?"  The kids were all shouting their ideas and all of them were grandiose.  I told them, "Be careful what you wish for." 

So far on my March temperature tree.  It's warming up - we are transforming all of that blue into green and yellow. I'm saving up days so I can do a week or two at a time.

Now that Elizabeth's graduation quilt is finished I found myself at odds a little.  What to do next?  It's not like there isn't a long line of projects waiting or wanting but I need a breather and retreat is coming up next week so those projects are packed.

I started cutting nine patches - little ones that finish at 3 inches - to use on the Little Women dish towel. I have no idea yet what I'm going to do, how big I will make it or what. But you can always use nine patches anywhere, right?  I love them so they won't be lonely for long.

Last night I thought I'd give the peasant ladies a test run.  I've cut the pieces and parts for all of them and labelled them by the number I gave each lady, stored in baggies.  After awhile looking at it I knew if I started at the top the others would nestle in next to each other. No reason to make this hard.

The nestling seems to be ok and for now I'm just going to do that, fit the bodies together then worry about the faces.  It's big and hand appliqueing them means a lot of wad in my left hand thus the crinkle.  After a couple more I'll know for sure.  When I make things up as I go along I expect a lot of forgiveness of a piece. 

Pi Day

                                                                    Happy Pi Day!

Black raspberry pie from the berries we foraged for most of July.  We pick at a friend's house and PH walks along the roadsides with a container.  It's hot and prickly and we really do crawl through, over and under but I keep cheering us on with "this will pay off this winter!!"  I make one in January and one for Pi day. 

Big News and Books

 First the BIG news!  I FINISHED QUILTING ELIZABETH'S  BA QUILT LAST NIGHT!!!  Just have to make and apply the binding but the quilting is finished !!!!

But I still can't show it.  

 March is Reading Month around the U.S. and the school where I read does a fun activity.  They list 16 books and every classroom reads all of the books and in an elimination bracket like the basketball tournaments a clear favorite stands out in the end.  Usually I have several of the books and have read some of them to the kids.  

This year the second of the Knight Owl books was listed and the kids in the class I read to had just heard the second book.  They didn't know there was a first book.

This is it, the first one.  Knight Owl wanted to be a knight his whole life.  When the big, strong knights begin disappearing a call is put out for replacements and Owl gets his chance.  He's perfect for the job even if he is teeny.  He's an owl.  He doesn't sleep at night so is perfect for the night watch. 

It doesn't take long to find out why the other knights were disappearing. A dragon was eating them.  Knight Owl uses his cleverness to dissuade the dragon from eating HIM.

This is the second book (because Knight Owl was such a success the author did another.) Knight Owl was a successful knight and along comes Early Bird.  Early Bird is a chatty little thing that won't let Owl sleep during the day like he's supposed to.  They have words.  Early Bird leaves. There is an adventure - like wolves in the night forest. 

 

I asked the kids - how do you read a wordless book?  One little girl said, "you look at the pictures." And I replied, "carefully."  I absolutely adore this book.  It's wordless and the nuances in the artwork are brilliant.  You simply must spend time on each page finding the story.  

The prehistoric humans are living in a cave and their fire goes out.  No matches, of course, so someone has to go find fire.  The red headed son raises his hand to volunteer.  He takes his roll of fur for a bed, his spear and off he goes.  He encounters saber toothed tigers, injures himself, rescues a baby wooly mammoth and well, finds fire.  Then he has to get it home.  

The Story

 I've got to stop using scraps.  I have to start using my stash.  I will never live long enough to use it and have to find a project that makes a start.  I'm tempted to not go so much for innovative and artsy and just cut it up and sew it back together in old fashioned squares.  

All of this has been coming home to roost lately since Friend Marilyn has moved into an assisted living home and her house is being dismantled.  Now, we've been friends for as long as her son and my daughter became an item back when they were 14 and 16 years old.  They are now 48 and 50.  Marilyn and I had adventures, went to MANY retreats, took some small trips so basically I know the story behind most of her 'stuff' because I was with her when she bought it, which makes me part of her stories and lately the keeper of them.

But I'm not the one clearing out her house.  I will only tell the stories so the kids know.  They dismantled her sewing room last weekend.  Marilyn had already called the local quilt guild months ago and donated all of her fabric and books to them but there were still boxes of unfinished projects, quilts, threads, bits and pieces.  A few weeks ago she asked for her embroidery threads and her wool for felting.  I brought them to her.  

This week my daughter brought to me the bits, pieces, a few pieces of fabric, some fats, lots of patterns, unfinished projects.  I canNOT absorb anymore into my stash, I'm in the process of being ruthless with my own stuff but there is a story behind everything I sifted through.  I found the pattern for a quilt she made that I LOVE so I kept that.  There was a pattern for a pieced turkey wall hanging that she bought when I bought the gingerbread man pattern.  There is the red and green unfinished Christmas quilt that is only as big as a nice sized table top, but it's NOT bright Christmas but her colors, deep, deep hunter green and very deep reds done in traditional blocks.  It looks just like her.  I kept that. I kept the thread.  She bought good thread and I will never have to buy thread again in my life. I kept very little and will take the rest - just a consolidated totebag of patterns and a couple of boxes of unfinished projects to quilt retreat at the end of March and if no one wants them then they will be donated.

I went to visit her yesterday to tell her what I'm doing with her things.  She gave back to me the box of embroidery floss and the wool for felting.  She said she doesn't have the attention span anymore and while the spirit is willing the brain isn't engaged.

I told my daughter when she found this I wanted it.  This was a flimsy Marilyn found at an estate sale one day and she hated it.  I loved it.  It is NOT her color palette but I loved the springy feel and the 30's fabrics.  She layered and pin basted the thing and dragged it along whenever we were doing a demonstration or to the clothesline quilt show we put on.  She had it on a floor frame and quilted it while people stopped to talk and she let the kids try their hand at it.   One day she cut it in half and gave half to me because I loved it and she hated it.  So when the kids were clearing out her room I asked for this half, the other half.  

Everything has a story.  Our blogs help us tell our stories or at least keep track of things for us.  In our house most everything we have is inherited from a grandma or purchased at an estate sale or made by me. I tell the kids everything in this house has a story and I can tell that story to you.  Taking apart Friend Marilyn's story has been hard for me and I'm not even doing it, but the pieces and parts make up the stash of our lives and when I go visit we talk about them.