Here's where my afternoon went. Now I really need to start dinner!Sunday, March 30, 2008
Hearts A Flutter BOM
Oh, aren't I talkative today! Can't help it, I have to show and tell these before I go. I asked JulieK how her Hearts A Flutter BOM was going, and wanted to show mine.
Here's a set in 30's fabrics:
And, here's a set in Civil War Reproduction prints:
Here's a set in 30's fabrics:
And, here's a set in Civil War Reproduction prints:
Yeah, you didn't know you were talking to crazy woman, did ya? I started the first set using stash fabrics to match my guest room, but I just wasn't happy with how they looked. The arrow shafts are too thick in the February block and the fabrics weren't working for me. I'm going to make another February block before I'm done to replace it. When I found a fat quarter set of the bottom fabrics, I thought I'd try the pattern in another colorway, and give it as a gift when completed. I like the second set much more, but it doesn't match my house. It does, however, match several relatives' living rooms. Wonder who will get the wall hanging?
And BTW, I have to credit Tanya's blog for inspiring me to practice hand quilting. Remember the Thimbleberries Lazy Crazy Quilt lap quilt I made? I'm going to hand quilt it - have already started, in fact. Nothing elaborate, just in the ditch around the blocks, and outlining the printed faux-applique designs. Probably also draw a stencil of one of the small leaf applique designs and put that in the plain blocks. Don't expect to see it done anytime soon, OK?
And BTW, I have to credit Tanya's blog for inspiring me to practice hand quilting. Remember the Thimbleberries Lazy Crazy Quilt lap quilt I made? I'm going to hand quilt it - have already started, in fact. Nothing elaborate, just in the ditch around the blocks, and outlining the printed faux-applique designs. Probably also draw a stencil of one of the small leaf applique designs and put that in the plain blocks. Don't expect to see it done anytime soon, OK?
Scary stories
I thought I'd better tell these tales before April 1st, in case you thought I was making them up! But they're true.
Two weeks ago when I was home visiting Mom, when I got up on Tuesday morning she had two incidents to tell me about. She woke up in the middle of the night, which was not unusual. She turned on her bedroom television with the sound muted to see the weather report. Suddenly, she heard her doorknob turn and by the light of the television saw the door swing open about a quarter of the way. She thought I'd gotten up and was coming into her bedroom. But, no one came through the door. She got up and looked into the guest room, where I was sleeping soundly. I must add that there was no one else in the house.
That morning, she walked through the kitchen to the breakfast room to find one of the windows raised and tilted in, as for cleaning. The window blind was still down and the drapes closed, bulging into the room over the dangling window sash. These windows have double latches at the top of the lower pane. They have to be raised several inches to be able to tilt them inside. You also have to depress the release pins on either side of the sash to tilt them. This window is over the cellar steps and is fairly inaccessible from the outside. It also has a screen, which was in place, undisturbed. At this point, I was suggesting we relocate to the Best Western in town!
There have been many weird goings-on in this house. About fifteen years ago, Mom had her quilting frame set up in the kitchen working on a quilt. Quilting is the only kind of sewing she does in the kitchen. She appliques and does hand sewing sitting in her bedroom or uses one of the sewing machine upstairs. She was quilting with white thread, which she what she usually uses. While she was threading her needle she dropped it on the white vinyl floor. Now, Mom never lets a lost needle go without finding it. This was drummed into me from an early age. Never lose a needle.
As she was looking for the needle, her aunt and aunt's husband dropped by for a visit. Her aunt's husband offered to look for the needle, but she said she would find it after they left. They sat in the living room talking for an hour or so, and then the couple left. Mom returned to the kitchen to look for the needle but couldn't find it. She stopped her search for a minute and walked into the other end of the house. When she returned to the kitchen a short time later, there in the middle of the floor in plain sight under her quilting frame lay a needle threaded with black thread.
This freaks me out because she never uses black thread. She doesn't sew or quilt with black and doesn't even wear black (she says it washes her out with her gray hair).
Oh, there are more stories. When I was in high school, Mom and I left town one evening as usual to go home and cook dinner. We always left about half an hour before dad closed the business and followed us. Mom and Dad were at their business and I was in school, so the house had been empty all day. We put away our coats and went into the kitchen to cook. Mom started to fill a pan with water. The sink was dry; no one had used the kitchen since breakfast. However, the faucet was hot to the touch and when she turned on the hot water it was scalding, as if the tap had been running long enough for the hot water to reach the kitchen. (It takes a while for hot water to get to the kitchen and bathroom from the water heater in the laundry room. I joke that when I shower I could get hot water from the neighbor's house faster than from her water heater.) We had no explanation for this.
There are more stories, like the glass pedestal cake plate that shattered and flung three large glass pieces across the kitchen, without disturbing the cake and dome on the cake plate! About a third of the cake had been eaten; the three pieces of glass were broken out of the area of the plate not covered by the cake. This happened when I was little - it was after Sunday dinner and we were all in the living room. We heard a noise in the kitchen, and she found one of the pieces of glass at the doorway when she went to investigate. The remaining two pieces were on the other side of the room.
I have no idea what all of this means, but it's true.
Two weeks ago when I was home visiting Mom, when I got up on Tuesday morning she had two incidents to tell me about. She woke up in the middle of the night, which was not unusual. She turned on her bedroom television with the sound muted to see the weather report. Suddenly, she heard her doorknob turn and by the light of the television saw the door swing open about a quarter of the way. She thought I'd gotten up and was coming into her bedroom. But, no one came through the door. She got up and looked into the guest room, where I was sleeping soundly. I must add that there was no one else in the house.
That morning, she walked through the kitchen to the breakfast room to find one of the windows raised and tilted in, as for cleaning. The window blind was still down and the drapes closed, bulging into the room over the dangling window sash. These windows have double latches at the top of the lower pane. They have to be raised several inches to be able to tilt them inside. You also have to depress the release pins on either side of the sash to tilt them. This window is over the cellar steps and is fairly inaccessible from the outside. It also has a screen, which was in place, undisturbed. At this point, I was suggesting we relocate to the Best Western in town!
There have been many weird goings-on in this house. About fifteen years ago, Mom had her quilting frame set up in the kitchen working on a quilt. Quilting is the only kind of sewing she does in the kitchen. She appliques and does hand sewing sitting in her bedroom or uses one of the sewing machine upstairs. She was quilting with white thread, which she what she usually uses. While she was threading her needle she dropped it on the white vinyl floor. Now, Mom never lets a lost needle go without finding it. This was drummed into me from an early age. Never lose a needle.
As she was looking for the needle, her aunt and aunt's husband dropped by for a visit. Her aunt's husband offered to look for the needle, but she said she would find it after they left. They sat in the living room talking for an hour or so, and then the couple left. Mom returned to the kitchen to look for the needle but couldn't find it. She stopped her search for a minute and walked into the other end of the house. When she returned to the kitchen a short time later, there in the middle of the floor in plain sight under her quilting frame lay a needle threaded with black thread.
This freaks me out because she never uses black thread. She doesn't sew or quilt with black and doesn't even wear black (she says it washes her out with her gray hair).
Oh, there are more stories. When I was in high school, Mom and I left town one evening as usual to go home and cook dinner. We always left about half an hour before dad closed the business and followed us. Mom and Dad were at their business and I was in school, so the house had been empty all day. We put away our coats and went into the kitchen to cook. Mom started to fill a pan with water. The sink was dry; no one had used the kitchen since breakfast. However, the faucet was hot to the touch and when she turned on the hot water it was scalding, as if the tap had been running long enough for the hot water to reach the kitchen. (It takes a while for hot water to get to the kitchen and bathroom from the water heater in the laundry room. I joke that when I shower I could get hot water from the neighbor's house faster than from her water heater.) We had no explanation for this.
There are more stories, like the glass pedestal cake plate that shattered and flung three large glass pieces across the kitchen, without disturbing the cake and dome on the cake plate! About a third of the cake had been eaten; the three pieces of glass were broken out of the area of the plate not covered by the cake. This happened when I was little - it was after Sunday dinner and we were all in the living room. We heard a noise in the kitchen, and she found one of the pieces of glass at the doorway when she went to investigate. The remaining two pieces were on the other side of the room.
I have no idea what all of this means, but it's true.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Another teacup block completed
Here's another teacup swap block completed. It somehow looks better in person than in the picture, which is a little washed out. I took it on the corner of my desk and the overhead light was on. I also thought I'd like that green cup better with the saucer but now that it's done, I'm not sure.
Those little triangle plate holder pieces are making me crazy. It's hard to get them really pointy on the ends due to their size. The first block I did was better. This is just passable.
Ugh, it's midnight, time to turn it. Two hours of applique and my eyes are just shot.
Those little triangle plate holder pieces are making me crazy. It's hard to get them really pointy on the ends due to their size. The first block I did was better. This is just passable.
Ugh, it's midnight, time to turn it. Two hours of applique and my eyes are just shot.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Copyright conundrum
Here's one I haven't figured out yet. Anytime I have cited a recipe in this blog I try to credit the developer, and make sure it is freely available on a website or such. I'd like to give you the recipe for the potato soup I made for dinner, but there's an issue.
I made a pot of soup from a recipe titled "The Best Potato Soup in the World", from in a fundraiser cookbook sold by my mother's church. The title's pretty grandiose, but I have to give it to Mr. Dawson, it's probably the best potato soup I've ever eaten. I think he may have invented the recipe. I haven't seen it elsewhere.
But it's published in this fundraiser cookbook printed by Morris Press, which has the "All rights reserved, reproduction in whole or part without written permission is prohibited" statement on the title page. Does this mean that Mr. Dawson does not own the rights to his own recipe any more? If, for example, someone asked him for the recipe at a potluck supper, he would not be legally able to give it to them?
And how about the other recipes in the book? Were they all developed by the contributors? Were they checked out for originality and authenticity? Is Betty Ball's five bean salad recipe a possible copyright infringement?
All this gives me a headache.
I made a pot of soup from a recipe titled "The Best Potato Soup in the World", from in a fundraiser cookbook sold by my mother's church. The title's pretty grandiose, but I have to give it to Mr. Dawson, it's probably the best potato soup I've ever eaten. I think he may have invented the recipe. I haven't seen it elsewhere.
But it's published in this fundraiser cookbook printed by Morris Press, which has the "All rights reserved, reproduction in whole or part without written permission is prohibited" statement on the title page. Does this mean that Mr. Dawson does not own the rights to his own recipe any more? If, for example, someone asked him for the recipe at a potluck supper, he would not be legally able to give it to them?
And how about the other recipes in the book? Were they all developed by the contributors? Were they checked out for originality and authenticity? Is Betty Ball's five bean salad recipe a possible copyright infringement?
All this gives me a headache.
Scrabble-holics, take note
OK, all you Scrabble-addicted people (and I know you're out there), check out Yahoo games for their downloadable Scrabble computer version. It's $19.99 and worth every penny. It has multiple skill levels and a built-in official Scrabble dictionary, and it's great. I've been looking for a computer Scrabble game for ages, so I pounced on the free trial to try it out. After the free hour of testing I was hooked and gladly forked over the money for the full game. And, don't worry if your computer crashes. It keeps a registry so if you lose your hard drive or it gets corrupted, you can download it again.
I am SO hooked on this it isn't funny. Even if the official Scrabble dictionary says "qi" and "aa" are words and I don't believe them! (Doesn't mean I don't use them - hey, "qi" can get you 11 points, minimum!)
Not affiliated with Yahoo, Yahoo games, or any development groups, yada yada yada!
I am SO hooked on this it isn't funny. Even if the official Scrabble dictionary says "qi" and "aa" are words and I don't believe them! (Doesn't mean I don't use them - hey, "qi" can get you 11 points, minimum!)
Not affiliated with Yahoo, Yahoo games, or any development groups, yada yada yada!
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