Monday, July 16, 2018

No Woman, No Cry

Eye candy:
 From the Goodwill, Tuesdays of course with my 25% off,
I bought this skirt...Lynsey has instructed me to make her a scarf from it.
She says she is really short on scarves, she is 9 years old..
Stitch thinks  he enhances the picture...He is quite vain.
I have 10 of these blocks...divided 4 patch...I just hate making them.
What to do?  They sit here in my mess.

Adorable patches for children's quilts:




I love my fabric..sooo much...I need it too..
Because there is this:

I am discussing politics with my man and TED talks and Celtic spirituality. He is in his wheelchair...Months later, I am talking with him on the alphabet board about the grandchildren and how I will care for them without him. How I will survive without him...the joys of our life together...He can no longer speak.We even manage a joke by way of the alphabet board. I point to the letter. His lungs are impaired which affects talking...I point to A, he blinks once if it is right, twice if it is wrong...We go along this way...A...are you afraid..no...C. Do you worry about the children...yes...and so on.

Later, I tell strangers that I might have PTSD due to watching my man deteriorate bit by bit from ALS. The strangers gasp.... Of course you do. They cannot imagine...I cannot imagine either.

He is in his hospital bed...he cannot go to the bathroom...he is in great distress. I cannot fix it for him. The suction machine, the breathing mask, the feeding tube. Then there he is in the Hoyer lift...the CNA works it so he can go outside to the fresh air...Of course all the apparatus must come too..I lean over to kiss him and my breast touches the controls of the 500 pound chair ...I almost run over my own foot. He withdraws. He is dying. He is preparing. I am hovering...desperate to figure out how to save him...He hates hovering. He says..Go sew. My machine is 10 feet away from his hospital bed...thru open French doors, we can see and hear each other. The sewing machine calms me. I think the hum of it calms him too. The caregiver said that his urine and fingers were changing color. I demand to know why she did not tell me....She insists that she did...I could not hear her...protected by denial...It has been three and a half years since his death. There is nothing I can do but carry on. I am waiting for his strength to surge within me so I can survive with the same bravery that he reflected...I want to be strong.

No Woman No Cry

My friends have their own lives as they should  They fit me in when they can.  I am grateful.
I am in a corn field maze.  I know there is a way out, but I cannot find it.
My recliner is wearing out from over use..I am always exhausted.
Grief will do that

Thank you Bev for sharing this with me.
xo

(I do not know where this white stuff came from??)

Friday, July 13, 2018

UFO and WIP and LIFE

Somethings do not lie.
The date, for example..
My 2012 London Olympics quilt.
Partially quilted..but pushed to the side

Luscious AMH fat quarters bought a few years back..
Starting something new?
 Stacks of unquilted tops
And my newly organized strips from the marvelous K and M team.
These are begging for a funky log cabin.
Sigh...What to do ....the poor disorganized soul here.

Getting my mind off it...here is a great idea ...
from Katyquilts...using ties in a quilt

Now, the life part....
Good Lord....from:Evan, age 13..earphones on...loudly singing rap love songs...OMG

Lynsey, age 9...OMG singing....
You need a tic tac
not just one, but the whole 6 pack....OMG

Lynsey had outgrown some swim suits..so I got a few in an online sale.
Of course, free shipping from Amazon.
She is nine and a half...I bought size 7/8 and still had to take in the bottoms by a half and inch.
This girl is tiny...but watch out...she is a black belt , you know.

My son came to visit...He has a job interview tomorrow.
He may not get it because of his history...but still it is so in the right direction.
He is  excited and nervous..He helped Dylan clean his room.
He does so much to help us around here...
I am  grateful.

TBTG  to K and M....I have cleaned and organized my sewing tables.
With their work in fixing and labeling my strips...they motivated me..
Stephanie is doing a happy dance.
I told her to take a good look at it...cuz once I start a new project....It will be so over.
I just cannot believe it, myself...I am so organizationally impaired.

I thought that Susan did a glorious job here on her blog.
Plus so interesting on the history of the Statue of Liberty.
Susan Branch Blog

Now that I have slept most of the day..and rested...
I planned to dye some old shirts of mine...
Here we go again...Where did I put the die??
Where is the galvanized bucket??
Do I have enough salt??

So grateful to have my daughter when the wave of despair of grief
attacks me out of nowhere...She always listens..
So grateful.xo

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Grandma O'Quilts shares her day...

One of my forever WIPs or UFOs is a Swedish flag quilt.
I need more of the blue for my idea...cannot find it..
I might have to change my idea...That's OK...

On Hancocks of Paducah, I found.......Kona color card in fabric....sold by the yard for $12
I was so thrilled to get this in the mail today.

I am not sure if any of them really match...but it is fun anyway.
Today was a day of all days.
Kids driven to camp in the morning.
a two hour lunch out with a friend.
Picking up Dylan..age 8 early from camp.
for a four hour allergy testing session.
Poor kid...needles and pricks...etc.
Result is that he is critically allergic to bees, wasps, bumbles,
carpenter bees, yellow jackets..fire ants...etc...

Everyone must have an Epi-pen available at all times.
Dylan knows how to give it to himself..but probably will not want to.
Jeeze..every time he is bitten, the allergy gets worse.
Once he is back from his beach vacation with his cousins,
Dylan starts a desensitization process with 4 shots every week.
Dylan said that he is willing to do that because he is sick of the ambulance rides and the waiting for 3 hours in the ER.
Four hours of needles was a long time.
Any of us would deserve a treat after that...
Grandma included!!!
And so it goes...
My first inclination is to say that I got nothing done today.
That just would not be true..
I just did not sew....xo

Monday, July 9, 2018

Oh, What a Night...

A finish...quilted by Terri when I had my shoulder operation,
now, finally bound, snipped, labeled and washed.
This pattern is from. Lori Holt...Bee in my Bonnet
Such a fun tute.

I do not know why my pix are not clear...
Maybe inside at night??
A lovely visit from Priscilla the other night...look what the mountain women
did for me
The last time she was here, she took away with her a bucket full of my scraps.
She brought them back on Friday all ironed and sorted...
P and M have some kind of heart!!!
Here are some of her quilts:

Active cat of mine...Stitch...
A lovely day outside reading when my boy decided to give me a kiss.
9 pm
Reading when they were supposed to be in their own rooms sleeping.
 How they act when Grandma gets mad!!!
Then they got so wound up that I had to call Ms Stephanie.
Oh, Lordy what a mess..
Getting out the ice cream.
and the music!!!!
Keepin' it light....

Oh What a Night

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Celebrating life one day at a time....and of course, potholders always included.,

Reducing stress one potholder at a time.


Our family celebrates the 4th.
Someone is excited.
 It all started at 10:am when my son showed up to cut the grass..
He helped set up the slip and slide, and 3 splash pools.
Thank God he is doing so well.  He and Stephanie did all the cooking and cleaning up
He and his children adore each other.
I made my grandmother's strawberry shortcake, when I went to get it,
Lynsey  had crushed Oreo cookie all over the top...
Gotta love that girl...making memories of her own.

My sister and niece came...a real family event...
I sat in my sewing room totally relaxed
My son told me to stay there while they all did the fireworks.
No hysterical grandmothers allowed to ruin the fun.
Wahoo....no stress...It was one of the best 4ths in forever.
Because...I was not in charge, in any way...whew..


This quote is powerful...takes away all the cultural guilt from not
quickly healing emotionally from life's crises...

Borrowed from Colette Howie's blog

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Adolescence hits the O'Quilt's Place and Grandma Holds on Tight

Once again...just getting into the Muldoon spirit.
 and repeating the holiday vintage spirit...
Evan turned 13 on June 28th.  Here he is with his new baby sister, Ava.
He loves her so much.  He knows she has hydrocephalus and has a shunt.
He loves her more.
 Evan asked for balloons for his birthday...there is a helium shortage, so 
we got these blue balloons...His daddy had them blown up before old grandma
could even open the bag.
His parents getting along for the sake of the kids...
Thank you God...Thank you so much.

 Evan received money for his 13th birthday....
But, he loved the most, the big Halloween sized candy bowl from his 
Aunt Charmaine.
We had another party today..organized by his mother..
My son and sister and Grandma O'Quilts all went...
Twenty people...Evan was a bit rude to his dear grandma...
He is embarrassed.
Of course I pale in front of his parents.  Poor Evan at 13 so angry
at all what has happened...safe with Grandma, to be mean....
It has taken me 70 years to try to find some wisdom...
Evan has it at 13...He knows it all...Amazing.
I am too old for his mood swings...and of course his craziness on 
social media... I love him so.
Tonight, I had to leave my son on a dark street to wait for the city bus to take him 
to the train to take him to the tent in the woods where he lives.
I cried all the way home.
Looking for comfort.
The loss of my husband has shattered me.

A Better Man
Thx Meg

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Quilting ...age 9 to age 101

Lynsey came with me last night to our Charlotte Modern Quilt Guild
She tied a small quilt for her dolly...first time ever.
Then she started big stitching around the edge...
First time ever.
She was a born expert.
She certainly felt the love of the group.
She wants to go again...my heart...oh, my heart.
Above Lynsey does show and tell...
A quilt I had made her, well loved by now...with dollies on it.
Our Modern Quilt Guild has Sit and Sews at Project 658 all thanks to Beth.
How lucky we were to meet up with Sir Purr, the Panther's Mascot.
My grand darlings on first day of Camp Mindy....fourth year.
Thanks to the generosity of the Jewish Community Center.
And best of all bests...is Mamacita's birthday party.
At 101 years...she is by far the oldest of our group.
Here she is with her daughter....love
Jean brought this really cool bag for Mamacita's bday.
It was a small quilted piece folded over cardboard and glued to a paper bag.
It was actually very effective..thought I would share.
More...
Packing for Portland...the shoe holder that Drenna made me.
The jewelry holder that Sherry made me..
Lucky me.

As I scrolled through the pictures tonight, I passed through photos of my dear man.
In some he was happy, in some, his limbs atrophied and crippled
 with Motor Neurone Disease (ALS)
I will never be the same. My life will never be the same.
I am so glad that no one tells me what to do any more..
I must grieve in my own way.
And grieve I do...a very painful road.this is.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Portland: Quilting, fabric and love...

Portland is a very fine town..
Above fabric from Fabric Depot...It comes in white and baby blue.
I had great fabric adventures with my girl
Can you believe she can walk to Bolt and Modern Domestic!!!!
Just to show Mrs. O'Quilts was really here!!


 
 Above and below...remnants..
Batik sales at Fabric Depot...irresistible...  
In case you did not know, love comes in many colors..

 
Gotta photo them whenever you see them...love...

Borrowed machine set up in my girl's home.
I can relax anywhere with a sewing machine.
I made 100 pockets for rice filled hand warmers for the holidays
Like to start early...can do the rice thing later.
 
Looking through some of the quilts I had sent my daughter,
I found this one, made of dresses I had worn/bought in India when 
I traveled with Pan Am.. My hippie days.
This one I had bought in Oklahoma City at an antique store.
It was a top, quilted mid 20th century  with purple polyester on the back
and tied with postal string.  I was dismayed to see the patches..over 100 years old..
fraying and decaying...sigh..a reminder that nothing lasts forever.
Someone loves their bargains....
Another happy quilting post.
Mrs. O'Quilts on vacation.
Happy Mrs. O'Quilts.
xo