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Small Quilt Number Two

Here is how I make a free form bag:

Cut a square of any size. Cut it in Half on the diagonal. The long side of the diagonal becomes the bottom of the bag. Trim the corners and the top of the bag. At this point, decide whether it will be pieced in to the background, or appliqued on. Do so. Now, cut a bias strip from the bag fabric, following the same diagonal- about two and one half inches wide, or so. Baste the bias piece, pin to bag in a loopy way with glass head pins, and steam press it to set the curve. Gwen Marston taught me that. Sew, pulling out the pinsa as you go. Admire your not-so-Prada-bag.

Small Quilt Number One

I am re reading this book and trying to make myself work small. The house is getting overwhelmed with quilts. Some small ones would be a good thing. Plus, It will be fun to just have to make one block- like this star- and see if I like making that kind of block. I gave this one to my husband, and he hung it on the wall right away.

Hand Quilting with perle cotton

The back, and the front. I find it not so bad. I do not love it, and get lost in doing it as I do with machine quilting, but I do like the look of fans.

Bridge's Up

We won't be going anywhere for a while. This is the drawbridge near my house- the one that leads to the mainland. The small bridge to the left is a pedestrian bridge. Kind of makes you think about things.

Chicken Adventure

Wow! There's an inside to the outside! Where's that lady with the corn? I'll just walk on up to these steps to the kitchen....

Father's Day

This would, on a normal person's blog, be a nice warm post about the lovely day spent with the father of her children ( which did happen) and the fond memories of childhood with their own father. The second bit never happened. My father ran away one day, and never really came back. Through some stupid twist of fate, I chased after him for a while, living under his roof for two of the most frightening, demeaning, and ill cared for years of my life. There's no point detailing what a wreck of a human being he was, you all have newspapers and Internet, and know how to use them. Suffice to say that if I were to discover that he were sick, or hurt, or needed help in anyway well, I piss on him. Really.

I was, actually, quite surprised at all that a father could do for children, watching my husband and my children over the years. Just tonight, they were all guiltily discovered playing Tetris ( a video game) on the computer, and it was the sweetest thing, ever, seeing them all huddled together. I think that fathers who do show up, and do so sober and sane, are a odd thing. But, that said, I do not like Father's Day.

Lots of people don't have one, have never had one, and will never have one. Same for Mother's Day. Presumably, people who have a Father, as opposed to having a sperm donor, know what they have, and all the cakes with shirt and ties made out of frosting in the world is not going to do anything to increase their knowledge of this fact. Those of us without fathers.....