Thursday, June 22, 2017

Stitch ....In Hindsight

Wordless....Stitch..just wordless...
Top done and in my advanced of my favorite
Katie Jump Rope fabrics used for the backing, instead of hoarded!!! 
The visit with my girl was totally awesome.
Such a lift for me..
She put all the quilts left..on the spare bed..
I can see that I just had better be gifting..soon.
 We ate out all the time.
Here the bread at our favorite restaurant..Lebanese...Kabab-je
The bread was so awesome, that we both took phone photos of it.
 I really hate making these divided four patch blocks.
I decided to mix them with easier blocks to see how it goes.
The fake oriental writing came from Hancock's fabrics in Phoenix.
My father died on May 20, 1997
My mother gave each of her daughters $200 to go to the fabric stores for 
psychic relief as we broke from the hospital routine
I bought that grey fabric
Going to just see how this goes..

 I sent Lynsey and her great cousin Alexis upstairs to pin a doll
clothes pattern onto fabric.
Ha ha...They stabbed the pins into the fabric.
Lynsey was furious that all her 8 year old work was in vain.
She accused her darling grandmother of not giving proper instructions.
 In case you think that all I do is rant....I made binding tonight.

Had a nice rainy lunch with Sherry today.  She taught me how to talk out loud to myself.
I am to say...."Diane!!!  You can do this!!! " And other random positive things.
I have tried it already..
Thank you Sherry.

Friday, June 16, 2017 is all about Art...Saving the Day

Working on this piece with color and fabric..
Peace for me...sewing along.
Textile art...saving my day.
 My girl refuses her picture...But I so wanted to show you how beautiful she is.
See...I am jealous..She is 34..full of energy and music and love.
I am an Emily wannabee.
Last year for Christmas I asked God to make me a bit younger..but, oh, no
he couldn't be bothered...sigh.
I am struggling with my lack of beauty and my lack of energy and my chunky thighs....already
worrying about my  upcoming birthday in December.
Just  like me..getting that worry on..early..
See grief still visits me.
My love is gone..
There are folks who have decided that Mrs. O'Quilts needs mental health intervention.
Really...Do they walk in my shoes???
My darlings are at the beach with their aunt.
My girl is that not better than Prozac?????
If I were African...or Mediterranean... or ...Latin...would I need Prozac???

No, it is because I am an American WASP that I need to shut it up and stuff my grief. I now out there...not new for me.
The wind beneath my wings is gone.
My love affair of 34 years is so over...
Do I not have a right to be bereft....even though it is 
2 years and 2 months exactly today???
Let me tell you grief is normal..and there is no timeline..

My Stephanie, our nanny, lost her son to a gang 25 years ago..He was shot point blank at age 15.
Does she still have a right to spend a weekend in bed crying if she wants.
I need my mother, my husband and my grandmother..all clear minded till the end.
I miss them so.
I am so not ready to be the family matriarch...Oh, it is...
My son is now homeless again shooting Heroin.
And, every night I this going to be the night that the police come to tell me that my dear son has overdosed..
If this is not your life.....please.....

I finished the CEU's for my license today at Dilworth Chemical Dependency Center.
The speaker was awesome.
He said that the number one cause of death of youth now is not auto accidents, or guns.
It is overdoses.

People mean well.
Let me tell you what I need.
A hug and a whisper...that I will be OK.

Oh, Dear...Dear me...Mrs. O'Quilts is ranting today.
Today, my girl is all I need...I am so grateful.
A cuddle with my girl, some vino tinto and a few laughs.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Mamacita Turns 100 . We Love her so...

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.
100 years old, Dear Margaret...
16 years or so in our quilting group...
We love you so.
Your sense of humor, your wisdom..your love
 Cheers...with champagne
 Apron made with love from her daughter Muggs.

 Proud daughters Muggs and MaryPat
 I cannot sleep now after such an exciting evening.
Gotta sew for a calm down.
Working on a border or two..
OMG it is way past midnight.
Seven hours more and my staycation will start with my girl.
Now, I really cannot sleep.
 Way too excited. She is coming from Portland on an all- nighter.
I think that my Republican friends were mad at me for deciding to unfriend them during the election.
It was maybe a bit extreme...I was under huge stressors here...and I needed so much my serenity.
Sorry to did not mean I did not  love you...I do.
I was just trying to get a grip here..
Please forgive.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Vim and Vinegar

Messing around with blocks...maybe a baby quilt?
 At my second quilter estate sale. (it is sadly, an age thing....)  .I got this..
.Thank you Eithne..
My second Little favorite travel machine.
 (Kenmore 3/4 machine) not made anymore.
"NO" is just  not a quilty kind of word.
This one looks like it has not even been used.
 Online at Walmart...another perfect carrying case...
Now I have $17,99 for each machine... I could not go wrong.
I love my stuff!
 It has so  many pockets for a travelling
15 inches wide is perfect for this machine.
Rules on having fun...gather together 10 quilters who have been together for 16 years on a Wednesday night...Throw scraps from the estate sale on the table.
Grab and share and laugh and collect.

She came again to visit....  
Poor Pitiful Pearl
I try to be patient with her because I  know that what a grieving person needs most good people to listen without judgement and without advice...a safe place to talk.
So, I have always kindly listened....Pearl has a dead husband, a dead mother, a kid who is a  junkie...back out on the streets...Pearl hurts and she has no friends..  The friends she does have do not love her...She is even crazy about Oreos, just like me.

This time was different!!!!

For today is the very last day of my asthma STEROID treatment.
I still have enough of my vim and vinegar left from so so....
I took a step back, using my new bionic arm, I slapped that visitor into kingdom come...
She does not even know what hit her.  She sees stars.

I stood up, pridefully brushed myself off and planned a happy vacation for myself.
Actually a stay-cation..I have a four day weekend coming  up with no children..
Since my joints will  not let me travel far, I am bringing far to me!!
MY GIRL is coming to visit.  We split the air fare...
Just Mommy and Me...I cannot wait.
What a life....with joy coming from Portland.

Did I ever tell you how much I love Ann Lamott??
Ann Lamott 12 Things I Learned in Life, etc on TED
Some of my favorite quotes here...

More love here on the last day of school...
More love than I ever could  have imagined.
Rising third grader!
Rising second grader planting for ethic just like his daddy.
And the rising 7th grader??  Off to a sleepover with his friends.!
As it should be.
House all ready for my widow group 1/2 way to December party.
Just in case I do not make it that
Here...celebrating friendship...from Norie...
My favorite flowers.
Thank you
And thank you to Angie..for so much priceless help with my sad and nasty grief.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Wear Lipstick

Found some half made fun to play around with... blocks...., I mean..
And...with color..

 The best reason for a stash...found this adorable backing...
Called "Colors of the Wind" George Mendoza.
I must have got it online with a huge discount, since there was 4 yards of it.
Perfect for the backing of yesterdays finished quilt top .
And, I had it on hand...

School is coming to a close....Three more days..
Pajama days, game days, nothing but fun for the last few days.
The big chill around here...everyone is just hanging out.
I am trying not to whine so much on this blog..
I just never knew how the loss of Mr. O'Quilts would
fracture the foundation of my very being.
If sad.....
My mother said:
Do something kind for someone else.
My man said:
Just go sew.
My mother said:
Wear lipstick!!!!!!!!

ps  Guess what??
  I can use my new shoulder to place fabric all the way up high on my design wall..with no pain...

Monday, June 5, 2017

First the Bee Sting, then the Honey

Welcome to our home:

A rough two weeks of stress has landed me in the hot seat of an acute bout of asthmatic bronchitis.
Busying myself in the business of others, not staying in the day, not practicing self-care and not listening to the wisdom of my dear man...when he said, "just go sew".....
Our wedding anniversary and the month of May...not Merry...
Add steroids and... Mrs. O'Quilts fell right off the mountain.
Lucky for me, I landed on a ledge, sustaining just a crack.
Whew...that crack has been repaired and I am better than ever before.
Who, may I ask, likes to learn the hard way???

That's enough....I am better today...!! Look what I finished..
Still cannot quilt until middle July...but so happy to have a finished top..
HSTs from a layer cake.
 I thought this last potholder Evan made for his 6th grade PE teacher was adorable.
Evan did all the sewing on his potholders.  I chose the fabric and as time ran out, I did the bindings..
They are all done.
Lynsey and Dylan finished off their school counselor potholders..

And look who is all ready for field day in 2nd grade??
The light is shining...the evening ending well.
I am better...So happy.
Thanks to all of you who missed me.