Saturday, September 29, 2018

If There has to be Waves...I Prefer Those of the Ocean

Finally my zigzag is done.
Thank you Cultural Fusions
Hate that it took 3 years...
I do love it.

Twenty years ago when my father had his fourth open heart surgery,
we waited forever for him to get well.  Instead,  he died.
My mother gave my sister and me $200 each to go to fabric stores
as a break from the sad and grueling hospital stays.
My mother was so wise.
I bought this piece then..and it is a gift to remember.
Perfect for the back of my zigzag quilt

Here: our second quilt for Hospice.
from our new widow quilters...Friends in Stitches!
 I am not used to pale...quite pale.

Another in process:.
Other members have more at  home to work on.
Quilting friends are the best kind!!
 Guess who is coming to Charlotte in March?
To our Charlotte Modern Quilt Guild
Sherry Lynn Wood
and more
Sherry Lynn Wood
So excited!!

More death came today as my mother's best friend died
Her wisdom gave me great comfort.
I thought she would live forever.
The tears now, come again for my mother and her friend, Thelma.

My librarian has gone on a three week vacation to Europe.
I tried to get a book or two from the library today, but
my knee hurt and I had to come home with no book.

I have lost my quilty focus
I was so tempted to buy a few treats on Hancock of Paducah.
to cheer me up...Instead..
I ate frosting off the cake...Jeeze Louize
Some people never grow up!!!

Monday, September 24, 2018

The Stuff We are Made Of.....

Pender County, North Carolina... 2 days ago...water continues to rise.
Houses gone, power gone, no access to food or fresh water,
no access period.  Florence is still a nightmare.
Meantime, Lynsey prepares for a curly head tomorrow.
Thank you Ms Eithne, for the very cool head bands.

I have finally quilted, from 3 year ago...a favorite from
the brilliant work of   Sujata Shah
 Stitch loves it too.
 Because Ms Stephanie and Lynsey folded some of my fabric,
I found this for the binding.

My son starts a new job tomorrow...A miracle.
He is a bit anxious...I tell him 50 miles into the woods  means
50 mile out..and he is going in the right direction
Tonight he took his children on a long bike ride,
I am so grateful. He blew leaves off the deck, organized the garage,
did the dishes and the laundry and gave me a hug.!!.
He and I have the same temperament, we catch each other's angst and joy..
I have started in with Anne Lamont's encouragement...say..Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, every single day (Tender new favorite book).

 I do not remember where I saw this...but I have all the fabric..I am so making it.
 ALS is the dragon...we insist we will slay matter how long it takes.
 My man and Evan..happy memories.
 At Emily's wedding.
 My mother..showing off.
 My grands enjoying Santa...especially Lynsey.
 Staying all night with my mother as she headed to her next great adventure.
In memory of life's great adventures and great loves.
From my mother:

Then it Happened

The moon rolled over
turned out the light
covered itself with
a blanket of night.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

O'Quilts and a New Quilting Group

My widow group has formed a new sewing group.
We are working on a name.
Today was the second meeting and boy did we get a lot done.
 Starr put these blocks together at home
and I quilted it tonight.
We used one of my favorite batiks on the back.
ONLY because I have finally realized that there is no
trailer hitch on the hearse for my fabric...
We have mixed skills here...ironing, pinning, basting, cutting and more.
But at the end of the day,
I assure you that all will be great accomplished quilters.
who know how to quilt and have fun too.
Originally the deal was for Hospice, but now with
North Carolina so desperate, I am wondering if anyone has
set up a distribution place for quilts for those affected by that nasty Florence.
Let me know

Latest dim news...
3.4 million poultry birds are dead.
Every day, a new statistic.
I support sewing for a cause.
My mother always said that the way to get out of
your own funk, is to do things for others.
xo  I miss  you Mom

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Cry for Me North Carolina...

This past week was not Halloween?.
Planning includes two more..and I am done...
No more Halloween quilts for the rest of my life.
There will be enough for each bed this October 31!!.

Now that we are safe and the children are back at school.
Grandma O'Quilts is sewing.
Four Patch Halloween quilt
To find  this pattern, I went on Missouri Star U-tube tutorials.
I looked and I looked...There must be millions or trillions of
tutorials there....Our Jenny Doan gives us no excuse at all not to sew.

Rain has stopped.
Wind has stopped.
Flooding is unimaginable.
Roads, creeks, yards, ponds
Yet, I am relieved.
We are safe and we have no damage. TBTG

The North Carolina Governor has asked the world
to please stay out of the state of North Carolina.
Major freeways are rushing rivers.
Dams are breaking.
People are cut off, there is no gas, no food.
In the flood waters are snakes, hog waste, fire ant colonies
among other things.
1.7 million chickens died, trapped in their cages.
and more and more and more.
Send love and hope and prayers to North Carolina.
The rivers have not yet crested...awful.
Cry Me a River

Looking for more on the cry theme..Of course..I found
Don't Cry for Me Argentins
It doesn't fit here..but I got carried away listening.
I loved I just  linked it anyway.
Never realized it was Madonna.
Once again...Thank you all for your emails and comments of hope for us.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Go Flo, Go

Saturday night update
All rain and wind continue tomorrow
Voila..our downstairs camp out last night.
Three children thrilled, grandma snuck up to her own bed.
 The two little darlings...enjoying their scooters at night.
We had parked up on the street to avoid trees with the cars.
That left a lovely wet downhill driveway
This morning was the same.  Some folks love hurricanes
We made the best of it because we are inland and not on the coast.
Dylan is a smart one...After learning about cleaning out storm gutters.
This morning, he noticed they needed cleaning again.
He just did boy.
Last night was delightful sleeping with my window cracked to hear the rain
and enjoy the wind.
This afternoon, I read on the screened in porch until I heard branches
cracking in my yard and a huge boom and thud as 
a neighbor's tree came crashing down.
Smart Grandma decided that it would be safer inside.
We live in the woods, after all.
Tonight and tomorrow is supposed to be the worst part for us.
Too bad cuz I already ate the candy corn

While I was napping the two littles...8 and 9 drank the jar of pickle juice.
On a dare from each other..
Me think it might have been giggle juice as they could not stop laughing.
We all deal in different ways.

My son is with us.
He has already chopped up today's downed branches.
Thank you for all the emails of encouragement and courage.
Wow  the wind is blowing tempted to go back outside on the porch to read.
Wind is my favorite.  Charlotte does not get wind that much.
My young heart says..just go ahead..
My old brain...says, no...

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

And They Called the Wind....Florence

How Grandma O'Quilts practices  "self care"!!
A $4 bunch of Stock...I was going to get my favorite Sunflowers,
But this reminded me of my childhood in Phoenix
when we would all take a ride to Baseline road to
view acres of Stock.
Thank you, Trader Joe's.
In my grandmother's aluminum coffee pot vase.
When children sneak their I-pads under the covers to watch
U-tube in the night, the next day, the I-Pad fairy snatches them.
Lynsey's was lost for a month...Found this morning when I
went to look for scraps for potholders.
You know, it was not my fault...
The dog ate my homework.
The Queen Bee met Monday at my house.
Here is Linda's super fun quilt.

The backing from Kathy Doughty's new collection.
Potholders...saving grace for my anxiety.

ALS is a dragon to be dealt with.
My way is to poke him with a needle in revenge..
And burn him with a in potholder...stay tuned.
Just so you know....
The real reason I am a substantial woman.
It is how I was born.
Here I am...all fluffy at 4 months!!!!

Ok Ok Ok
There are other reasons too
At the end of the day...with no control in sight...
The old grandma with her grands slay Florence with candy corn.
Our dear Ms Florence is headed smack dab toward Charlotte
and my house in the woods with my dear darlings and two cats and a dog, old Grandma
We are planning a downstairs family sleepover...
TBTG my son is with is supposed to be quite a ride.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

My Mother's Gift to Me...Cotton and Steel

I am big on the name, Cotton and Steel...a fabric line.
It denotes to me..strength and softness..
This potholder may not be that adorable.
Making it gave me strength
 I am uplifted by the same spirituality that connects us all in life.

Poems from my mother's poetry books keep me solid

In a niche in a rock carved by the sea lies a
cradle of comfort, a haven for me.

Threatening tides roar with their spume of
salt spray while seductive waves rise only 
two feet away.

Danger abound on this high windy place as
the lure of forever kisses my face.

Alone in a circle of stone, protected yet
wildly free, will I cling to the solid 
rock...or yield to the tempting sea?

Death whispers in my ear
"Over here, over here."
His smile beguiles me,
"Over here, over here"
I will run; so will he.
We will race against reality.

Wailing of the sirens
calling after me
I can hear them screaming

Ageless, weightless, spirit, I,
like a snowflake in the sky,
soaring, floating, dreaming, I,
transient like a butterfly!!

My mother's feelings were hurt when I told her that I thought her poems were sad.
At the time, I did not know that it was her way of finding strength in her place in her 
stage of life.
Now, the very same poems..give me strength too..
I love you Mom

It's a Family Affair

Lynsey age 9. with her little sister, Ava 5 months

Including jealous Zoe...of course.
Marines landed their helicopters on downtown parking lots this morning in Charlotte...
Wished I had been there in person with my grands.
Their motto:
Honor, courage and commitment
Thinking here that that motto is really a universal one..of dignity and values
no matter the political party..
Dear to my  heart as...
I was raised in a military family.
Air Force here....

Links to cheer you:
Faith Ringgold
Brilliant memory quilt

Lynsey practicing her recorder for music at school
She is a diligent student,....she plays with gusto...and so off tune💜

Last week my XDIL had 10 teeth pulled and was given dentures for her upper jaw.
She is 33.
Yesterday, my son had 7 teeth pulled.
He is 33.
In our country dental care is too expensive as is dental insurance
Neither had the money for root canals nor crowns.nor dental cleanings.
Even pulling the teeth was $100 a tooth.

Yesterday, I had a break through...a good day.  I joined the neighborhood book club.
I offered my home for the next meeting.
I had lunch today out and instead of coming home to nap,
I went to a store for earrings because I have lost half of every pair.
I went to Aldi for ice cream for my poor toothless son..
BTW chocolate ice cream at Aldi is just as tasty as Breyers at half the price.
Good to know.
It is potholder time.  I have 17 goal is 40 for the holidays.
I am sick of the Tula blocks...
Jean brought all  60 of hers last night encased in a folder.
So impressive.
My sister's Bento Box for a neighbor with Lupus.
Carol showed us a friend's butterfly summer spread
We were pondering how to best repair a rip.

Best of all...a new born baby our yard all wobbly and trusting.
 The children were in awe.

Good night my friends.