Quilts, quilts & more quilts

As my former neighbour used to say:  "I have been busier'n a fart in a windstorm".  When I get a bit more time, whenever that might be, I will give you the poop on what all I've been up to.  In the meantime, since Ginger has already entertained you (I hope), here are photos of some of the quilts that have passed through my hands in the last week.

Quilt top donated by a customer of mine for the Quilts of Valour program.

A great, bright Stack 'n Whack.  Lots of fun quilting this one.
A top donated by a local lady which I've finished up and sent on to the women's shelter.

A quilt I put together for my friend who (are you KIDDING ME???) does not have a quilt.

Breakfast at Ginger's

Feathered Star Quilt & Spiders

I finished a beautiful feathered star quilt last week.

I gave it feathers (appropriate, don't you think???) & continuous curve & bead board in the outer border.  The setting squares have stars quilted with the Circle Lord. 
The green inner border has ric rac quilting. 

Spiders.  I stepped on one last night after it FOOLISHLY scurried out from underneath my bottom thread drawer.  It was one of those Hallowe'en spiders - the black ones with the pointy, strong looking legs.  It was kinda twitching after I squashed it, like bugs do.  They always say that a headless chicken is running around just from 'nerves' that haven't realized they are dead yet.  Bugs seem to do the same thing, right?  So I wiped it up with a wad of toilet paper and tossed it in the potty.  This morning, I went to USE the potty, and guess who was swimming around in the bowl?  Correct.  Mr. Inky-Dinky.  I flushed before I sat, just in case the little bastard could jump.  And that is today's tale of life in the country.

Quilting & Laundry

Here's a beauty of a Log Cabin quilt from last week.

One of these is on my to-do list.

I even have strips partially cut.

I am very lucky to be married to a man who can fix things. I bought our washing machine (and dryer) used, from a quilting friend in ... I think 2000.  That was the year everything in the house broke.  Even Mom landed in the hospital and got a pacemaker that year.  Anyhow.  The washer has been fixed by DH a few times already.  The dryer too.  Just little parts.  But if it's going yii, yii, yii instead of shukka, shukka, shukka, then you're not getting clean clothes, right?  Last weekend we got the yii, yii thing and a load full of soaking wet, unspun, clothes.  DH heads down to the appliance shop, gets the teeny parts, comes home and turns Bessie on her side.  Or whatever he does (I dunno, really).  His little report afterwards includes the detail that there was a pen, outer casing and inner refill, stuck in the pump.  Well, I can guarantee that did not come out of MY nerdy pocket protector.  Yeah, yeah, I know I should not be husband bashing.  But in the laundry department?  Trust me, I'm entitled.

Example:  here is a shirt.  Not mine.  And not a Vicki Welsh tie-dye.  That is grease.  Oil.  Something similar.  Possibly toxic.

I often think I should just skip the detergent and wash his clothes completely in Spray 'n Wash.  However, S 'n W didn't budge this stuff.  This shirt has actually already been through the treatment.  What you are seeing here is a SECOND treatment with Mean Green Degreaser.  Ooo - I love that stuff.


Am I a miracle worker, or what???

Another early morning

When I can't sleep, sometimes I like to play with my blog.  What do you think of the new design?  I also learned how to post a YouTube video.  Enjoy.

A musical interlude: David Myles - When It Comes My Turn-w/ Alan Jeffries

Last Week's Action

Horse wall hanging.

Straight line quilting shows off the silk beautifully.

Applique quilt.

Meander with flowers, leaves, hearts & stars.

Friday was the Great Tricycle Race at Haldimand Motors in Cayuga.  There is a parade of floats by the local service clubs and the local fire departments, a tricycle race by the same groups (that is just TOO FUNNY to watch - grown  OVERgrown men zipping around a track on these teeny tricycles), a wheelbarrow race by the firemen, a zillion draw prizes, and a fabulous fireworks display at 9 pm.
This is the Caledonia Kinsmen float.  The space shuttle was welded up in our garage.  It was pointed out to me - it's a clear demonstration as to why it is totally necessary to keep the two old water tanks and the old tv tower, never mind me and my female "throw it out" nonsense.  Sigh.  Apparently I've been proven wrong, yet again.
At the end of the Kin-adarm is a large glove (stuffed with batting courtesy of moi) holding a Tim Hortons coffee can.  You can't get more Canadian than that.

Saturday I worked for a couple hours, had lunch with family, visited Mom and took her for a walk, then did the grocery shopping.  Sunday I spent in the yard spreading mulch, and planting a volunteer bed.  Two volunteer spirea shrubs, three volunteer lilac bushes, two volunteer poplar trees, one volunteer oak tree, and one volunteer blue spruce tree gifted to me by Margaret.  By the time I came in I was so tired I couldn't even wind up the hose.  I had trouble holding a fork to eat my supper.  I think I'm heading off now for a girly bath with bubbles and lots of mineral salts.