Saturday, August 18, 2018

Friends with Strings Attached...

Eager to post my Tula progress:
Tula  #16
Tula #17...Sorry Tula, this block was so not me...I had to consult with Kaffe.

Christmas in August....started the other night here at the house.
It was a family affair..We stuffed with rice, the hot/ cold bean bags
(made with spare charms sewn together)
for the teachers at the elementary school.
We give them a big basket early December.
Some microwave them for warm hands during bus duty.
The nurse has a freezer full for little boo-boos...

 At my sewing bee today, I sewed closed 85 of them.
All ready for holiday giving....sooo proud!!
That Stitch has to have his nose in everything I do!!!!

And I mean strings attached...I had thread all over me from sewing for 6 hours.
A fun quilting day with the Guild ...
Kathy fixing my machine...Little Blue..
She has one just like it...Blue Bell.
Sewing, sewing ...all day long...

And, Linda...oh, that friend Linda....
brought me parts of the bolts she bought at Foust.
Surprise fabric...
Making me...unbelievably happy....Just gotta show it all to you.

Someone asked if we would ever be able to use up our stash.
We went on about...Would you ask a stamp or coin collector to
use their collection????
And then dear Linda..said...or their gun collection..bang...OMG
Twas just a brilliant day.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Amazing Grace

Tula...15...end of the crosses...
 More on the parts department...found four patches
 Double four patches...rather drab...but not done yet.
Scrap potholder fun
Cotton and Steel baby quilt...
A quilt is never finished before the stay tuned.

Can you believe that this navy polka-dot material is from a dress when I was 43..I was
slim and somewhat adorable then...or that is what my dear man said..๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
That being 100 years ago...good memories...Ha..

So on a roll today...
One of the very few days in years that there was no maudlin behavior on my part.
Was it that this extrovert went out on a 3 hour lunch with understanding fellow travelers?
Was it the energy I got from being out and about, so that I could sew up a storm tonight?.
Was it that the two littles stayed with their mother so Evan could have a two guy sleepover.?

The three 13 year olds are being sooo good. 
 I gave them $20 and took them to the grocery store to pick out their dinner.
They could not go over the $20..including tax.and they all had to agree...
Ha Ha, they loved it.
Home came two $3 frozen pizzas...sodas and chips...
They made their dinner and cleaned up.

Was it that a dearest of friends is making life so much easier for me?.
Quandary mitigated...TBTG
Was it that another friend shared with me?

Somehow, today there was no whine that I was last man standing with little family.
Today was the family I made for myself with friends..
Today was for sure...a God thing day...
Red wine in a jelly jar.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

The Parts Department and More

My dear Stitch.....I do understand!
 Except for the way Stitch does it...relaxation is all about the parts department..
Sewing scrap strips together for still another fun project.
 A yellow nine patch
Cleaning my space, 
I found a few leftover green triangles..
I could not let them be....
Bagged now with Christmas parts.
 Orphan blocks from another quilt...
Cotton and Steel..
And now...voila...
 A new shelf for my past overindulgences
My son drove to IKEA and brought back
this $29 help with my mess...He and the children assembled it..
.My guess is that this shelf
will not stay so pretty for too long...
Just for today, it is fun to pretend that it will never look like the one next to it.
Of course,  I knew it...after working on parts,
the place is another disaster...sigh...
My grandmother said, "Creative Minds are Rarely Tidy"

The gift continues to be my son and the miracle he brings.
So far...he has repaired the chain saw to cut down the old apple tree...
He has a job Tuesday taking someone else's tree down. Today, he cut someone's grass.
Unfortunately, this is all using my only car.
He takes care of his kids, he plays with them, he helps them with their rooms,
He cooks for them, he cleans the kitchen, he does laundry, he does the garbage.
He does my yard, he replaced the burned out head light in my car and put in oil,
He makes me laugh, he made me pancakes when I cried.
It is a miracle.
He has been driving my car to meetings and to jobs, but I cannot let this be
I have to have my car...especially with Dylan so allergic to bees and fire ants.
Wishing so much that there was a junky car that runs, for $1500 to $2000
I have little money, but cannot see him taking two buses and a train for 3 hours
 to get where he needs to go. Especially when he is doing so well..
He told me that he could have had several construction jobs last week if he had only had wheels.

And, with all his help, how can I send him back on the bus to his ripped tent into the woods.
We all love him so.
When he spends the night, I find all three kids in the room with him at night.
What to do??  What to do?
Since money is tight, it is one day at a time..
Being spiritual...and waiting for the light.
So much gratitude for this splendid surprise in my life.

I thought that these two links were interesting...xo

From Go Go KIm...taking yellow out of plastic
rock painting...underwear?

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Happy Grandma O'Quilts having good friends....

A marvelous sit and sew today with a friend.
I finished Tula's block more and the cross section is done
Finished 9 potholders....!!!
After paying big bucks to karate, tomorrow is the last day.
It ends with stunt camp.
Dylan acted out and had to be sent home...guess it is his way of showing
frustration at leaving karate after 4 and a half years.
Lynsey is sobbing..She spent half her life going to karate..
Bad grandma just ran out of money.

Tuesday was an awesome trip to the Foust sale with my quilting buddies.
Peacefully driven by the genius of the group...Sherry.
She also brought my bedroom smart TV down to my sewing room and set it up for me,
since we had to cancel cable.
My budget allowed me two awesome bags of scraps for $5 each.
The true mother-lode as these fabrics were squeezed into tiny ziplock baggies.
They are fat-eights and not quite fat quarters...amazing.

Then, on to the thread store for Muggs finishing it off with
Soup and salad at the Olive Garden.
Fun is exhausting๐Ÿ˜„

Thank God for my friends....Look what Paula did for the kids.
She shopped, bought and mailed all Evan's school supplies!! (from Greensboro!!!)
And, she added crayons and markers and coloring backpacks to make the little ones happy.
I cannot believe that in 2.5 weeks, we will have an 8th grader, a 3rd grader and a 4th grader..
Evan has finished one of  his summer readings, The Hunger Games
Lynsey is online daily with a multiplication game.
Dylan reads to one of us each night..
We are going to make it !!! All with a little help (a lot) from our friends.xo

My son cleaned the mildew off the brick sidewalk so  no one will slip and fall..
The children's mother bought the back to school clothes
 and shoes for the boys.
My son said he had a few day construction job coming up and would be able to have the children's hair cut for school...
Sooo grateful..
Nice to hear some good news instead of all doom and gloom

Dear sweet Eithne brought this oilcloth back from Ireland for me.
Cats and Celtic knots...just lovely.

 All hard to photo.but lovely to have.  What to make???
Bags?? Wipe easy cloths for the table?  Pouches?
I am such a lucky Grandma O'Quilts.
A happy post today

Monday, August 6, 2018

The Buzz of the Dragon

Mr and Mrs O'Quilts laugh and love each other xoxo
My daughter, 19 months, taking her first stitches..Yeah, Emily xo
Making, by the way, her own stroller quilt..๐Ÿ˜

Some feed sack squares from Lucy's estate. Thank you Lucy xo
Number 12 is also used in my Swedish flag quilt...yet to be done...
Number 12

There is a low volume buzz my mind, in the air, a buzz in my ear..
I have been slaying the dragon for 5 years now..
The day of diagnosis to the day of death to now.
At first check, I want to say that I am not very good at slaying..
Considering the type of dragon, ALS,
I have actually become quite good.
Folks wonder why I am not fixed yet.
The P in Post Traumatic Stress....Is for in after.
As in seeing the Hoyer lift years after he has died.
As in watching him unable to talk or breathe.
As in having to communicate with the alphabet board.
As in having young children, 3, 4 and 8 running around the bed,  in adoration of their granddaddy, paralyzed in the bed, one limb at a time.
As in them saying goodbye to Granddaddy before going to the school bus..but he was already dead
and no one knew it.  He was on the breathing machine with his heart going up and down.
As in seeing him dead, when I continued to advocate for him.
I did not know he was dead...I could not know it.
I hated to know it.  It could not be true.
It still cannot be true.
He was my everything.  I loved him so.
This is the buzz I live with, some days better than others.

Memories to cheer the day
Our first trip to Ireland once the adoptions were final.
 Being baptized Uncle Brendan
My two

Songs to sustain me...

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Ode to Melissa, Kara and Tula

Tula number 11
 Beginning log cabin with 2.5 inch strips organized by 
my friends, Melissa and Kara on a Tennessee mtn. xo
Amazing that I have to send my scraps away for organization...OMG

News:  My daughter did not burn up in the fires on her week long music
festival..She drove home by the coast from Mendocino to Portland
all without her mother;s advice...and without any cell phone service
So, all Mommy's wisdom..sat right here in Mommy's heart.
My son is spending the night at a friends house..and off to church with him in the morning.
Kids are at their mother's house... I be....

Thursday, August 2, 2018

And So it Goes.....

We remember that "Stitch" was the cat's name in the shelter
when we adopted him...He was meant to be a quilting cat
Such a love...
Lynsey chose this thread for the binding because it was so pretty and it could be seen
The rest of us try to hide our binding thread.
Here she is...sewing away...nails courtesy of Uncle Steve.
Her quilt is now finished and covering a doll upstairs in her room.
It is pouring rain here...for days...I have cracked my bedroom window so I can hear night
makes for better sleeping.

Making a different block from Pat
It is a 13 and a half inch block..should go with my new pineapples.
if I decide on a sampler from Civil War reproduction fabric.
Tula number 10...go Grandma...go!
I am reading about a bit about courage...
We cannot be courageous and content at the same time
as having courage implies taking emotional risks.
Interesting stuff...just for awhile..Brine Brown.
Then back to reading pablum so I can relax.

So, is it courage to put my needs out there so folks can help?
So much easier to give than to receive.
Or to stuff feelings inside not to make others  uncomfortable.
Since my quilting blog has also become my therapy blog,
just writing this helps me to buck the tradition for my own survival.
Can you believe this philosopher at only 5:pm sans vino tinto??

Midnight fun...Grandma, Evan and his daddy....
Creative some-mores with chocolate chips and marshmallow.
My son is here today.
I was sleeping so he walked from the bus stop to my house.
Brave soul.
He is helping Evan sort thru his clothes.
He is helping me be calm
He is only one person and we all clamor for his attention.
We all need him so.
He told me that "his roommate"  in the parking garage,
has started Methadone treatment too.  All because of my son.
He saw how well Eamon was doing, so he started too.
We are all connected .
 Holding each others hand through thick and thin.

Ugh...the rain brought in a roach...Eamon killed it...TBTG
I usually call Derrick, our Orkin man.
Derrick it dead or alive??
I say...dead...Derrick says, I can only kill it once!!!