Requiem for a good dog

My neighbor has a little chihuahua named Pepe. He's purebred but not the best example of the breed. He's always been a little plump and has a crossbite that gives him a snaggletooth look. Despite his conformation faults, he is an excellent companion for this lady, who lost her husband about 11 years ago and now lives alone.

Her husband was the one who actually bought the dog from a neighbor who wasn't giving the little puppy very good care. He just couldn't stand to see the dog mistreated. As a result, the couple got a loyal pal. The poor thing grieved pitifully when his master died. After her husband's passing, Pepe became very attached to the lady, and shadows her every waking minute of her day.

Now, almost 14 years old, he is terribly spoiled and adored. But a few months ago Pepe started losing weight. Alarmed, she took him to the vet this week and found out the awful reason. Pepe is diabetic and very sick. He's almost blind from cataracts. His diabetes is so severe that it could not be controlled by oral medication. If he were to be treated it would be by insulin injections twice a day. My neighbor is in her upper 80's and lives alone; she is not sure if she would be able to do this by herself. She also worries about his quality of life and how he could live with his failing sight.

Now she faces the most horrible decision a pet owner can imagine. Pepe is on a strict diet for now, but his disease is not abated. He will probably lose the rest of his sight. His kidneys may fail. He has lived a wonderful life and has meant so much to her, but she must let him go. Soon, she must give him her last gesture of affection, a peaceful passing.

She didn't have a good photograph of him so I went over this evening to take a few pictures of Pepe so she will have a memento. Pensively, she said to me, "I lost my husband, I lost my sister, I lost my mother, and now I'm losing my dog." That tells everything about how important this little dog is to her, and how much company he has been.

Good boy, Pepe.

Lookie what I made today

I finished a quilt top for a little wall hanging I had promised my husband for ages and ages. I had a fat quarter of fabric with mod little radios (thanks, Jacquie!) that I intended to use for a small quilt for my husband's computer room. He's a radio buff and restores old radios for a hobby. Here's one little radio I fussy cut from the fabric: And this is what I made!

I found some great music and musical instrument print fabric from Kauffman, and matched solid colors with the radios. They, I just distributed the colors in the framing and the inner border. It's going to have red binding, and the black print on the back with a stripe of all the colors pieced together. It's called "Listen to the Radio".

I didn't even start it until 9 o'clock this morning and had to stop for dinner. It just fell together with ease, even the mitered corners, which are not my favorite thing. I love it when I can finish a project so quickly. After all the big quilts I have been making (and smaller quilts with a billion small pieces), this was fun.

Completed piecing "In Lucinda's Garden"

Remember this? I just this minute finished piecing my version, and dashed into the bedroom to hang it on the rod and photograph the results.

And here it is. There are several differences between the magazine design and my quilt. I used all stash, except for the printed panels, so the colors, while similar, are softer. Mine is also more scrappy. My flying geese borders go counterclockwise instead of clockwise (that just happened!). But, the biggest difference is that I arranged the blocks to all face one way. The magazine design had them rotating 90 degrees around the center so a block faced each edge. I didn't care for that and wanted the quilt to be directional, since it will hang on the wall.

I'm pretty tickled about it. I have been wanting a large piece to hang in the back hallway, and this will be it. The colors are prefect. I will drop it off at the longarmer's next week.

Now, which will be next? I could do the lime and purple quilt, or the radio quilt, or the blue and green quilt, or the toile quilt. . .I have a problem here.

Maybe a new project - like I needed another one.

Did anyone notice the quilt in the November 2008 issue of Quilters Newsletter Magazine called "Dutch Circus"? It's a rendering of an antique Pennsylvania Dutch quilt and it has acid green, purple, red and yellow patchwork and applique blocks.

Here's a picture (I had to photograph the page 'cause the scanner isn't working right now).
OK, don't faint.

It sounds horrendous but, see, it's really bright (well, duh!) and pretty. I thought it might be a good project to practice my fusible/machine applique skills, because the shapes are rather large and not too complicated. The pieced crossroad blocks are nice too. And it's only 63" x 80" so it won't be a stretch to complete.

And, I admit it - I love the green and purple. Where the heck did that come from?

I'm Miss "Subdued colors - love Civil War repro - used to be a Thimbleberries addict". I guess I made one too many dark quilts. Anyway, let in the light, 'cause after I take the recycle stuff to the drop-off center I'm hitting the LQS for bright green fabric.

Stand back everyone, she's goin' wild!

Addendum: This pattern is from 2008 (typo in first line has been corrected). Nov 2008 issue had the first part. When I decided I wanted to do it, I searched my stack of quilting magazines for Dec/Jan 2009 for the second part and couldn't find it. I probably threw it out! So, I had to go to the QNM website and order a copy to get the applique patterns in part 2. Now I have to make it - I have too much money invested!

Belly flop

Our cat Molly is unusual, to say the least. She's smart; you can see the wheels turning in her brain when you look her in the eye. She's calculating, weighing her options. This intelligence makes it hard for her to simply play without a plan in mind. I haven't seen her exuberantly chase a string just for the heck of it in years. She sits and analyzes: OK, she thinks, I see the pattern he's moving the string in, and if I wait until now, it will be over there. Then, she jumps for the place the string will be and meets it there. This is a little more kitty intellect than I was used to.

She also isn't a lap sitter any more. Oh, for a few months she would curl up in my husband's lap in bed in the morning (usually falling asleep and resulting in him being late for work because he didn't want to disturb her) but that stopped before she was a year old. Her big affection thing is belly rubs. On the floor. Nowhere else.

This morning, I walked out of the bathroom to find her on her back on the bedroom floor, four feet in the air, looking for all the world like an automobile accident victim. She lay there, not looking at anything in particular, with a resigned air, like "Well, someone will find me eventually and rub my belly." You see, that's her plan. She flops down on the carpet and waits patiently for me to come upon her and join her on the floor for a belly rub. We call it the Belly Flop.

And, she doesn't walk up to you and flop down. No, she just picks a spot, composes herself there, usually on her back, and waits for someone to find her. This is positively the weirdest cat behavior I have ever seen. I try to tempt her to jump up on the bed or couch for cuddle time, but no go. (Sorry, baby, but mama's getting older and floor is awfully far down.) She will not be persuaded. Beds are for sleeping; backs of chairs are for observing the family in case someone goes to the kitchen; couches are not much good for anything. Floors are for petting. Like this.

So, several times a day I join her on the carpet and indulge in a good cuddle and belly rub. Then we lie down in front of the sliding door and discuss the birds in the backyard. It's a good life these cats have.

Local celebrations

I was reading Tanya's blog about a local festival in her town. It looked so charming and uncommercialized and unpretentious. In the photos everyone seemed to be having a good time, from the children to the older people. These sort of local celebrations used to happen in the United States quite a bit, especially in small towns, but they are disappearing, to be replaced by big corporate sponsored events.

We have a fairly large two week music festival in my city; they rope off a section of the street near the river, fence it in and set up large stages where famous and local people and groups perform. Of course, it's an absolute madhouse mob scene, and you can't even bring in a cooler with your own refreshments through the gate - you have to buy it all onsite. The lines for restrooms and vendors are famously long. I've never gone to it.

My kind of festival is the Sesquicentennial celebration my home town had the year I graduated from high school. The main street through town was closed off to erect carnival rides. There was an art show at the library, concessions manned and cooked by the Eastern Star lodge ladies and good cooks from all the churches (Are Methodist or Baptist cooks the best? ) and a dunking booth where for a dollar you could try to put the high school football coach, the mayor or local luminaries such as the dentist into the tank. That dentist roamed the town the entire week in period costume, complete with top hat. Everyone in the town seemed to dress up in 1820's clothes, or as close as we could manage.

My dad's garage and gas station was at the corner of the two main streets in town, across from the court house, so he had to close for the week due to the blocked off streets - no customers could reach him. He didn't mind. It might have been the first time in over 20 years he closed for more than a day at a time.

Several years later, the town created"Septemberfest" (I guess "Octoberfest" was taken!). For a week, they close the downtown to install the carnival and have all the trappings of a local wing-ding - parades, food booths, concerts and a beauty pageant (one for the ladies and one for the prettiest baby - boy or girl). My dad closed his business every year during the festival and let the carnival hook up to the water supply at the garage for free, earning their gratitude.

Septemberfest has grown and changed, but it still seems to have that lovely local innocent flavor . I'm never there when it happens, but I read about it in the local paper, to which I still subscribe. There are corporate sponsors, sure, but they are the likes of Dee's Drive-In, Mildred's Flowers and the People's Security Bank. It's a celebration of small town culture that definitely goes against the grain of modern American life. It's a dying breed. Don't blink or you'll miss it.

Christmas Lights mystery quilt, part 2

Well, I finally got the next issue of Quiltmaker and to tell you the truth I'm completely flummoxed. I include a photo of the blocks assembled in part 2, courtesy of Quiltmaker's website. These blocks are made of the subunits completed a couple of months ago. I have the star blocks finished but have just started on the other.

How do these blocks relate to each other? I can't see it. I know the blocks are to be set on point and there are 20 of the top block and 12 of the bottom one, so I created them in EQ and plugged them into an on point set with three borders like we were instructed to cut out.


Then I rotated, rearranged and fiddled with them for an hour. The results? A big "wha?". They don't seem to play together at all. Does anyone see anything I don't? I tried the red blocks pointing side to side and top to bottom, alternating side to side and top to bottom, clustered together at the corners with the stars in the center, everything I can think of. I'll be waiting expectantly for the next issue. Even though I have trouble appreciating the parts to this quilt, I guess I'll complete it.

Addendum: Here are my completed blocks. Maybe I'm dense, but I still don't see the blocks relating well.