I'm not a baby boomer by the accepted definition since I was born in 1945. However, I've always considered myself part of the baby boomer generation. I identify with stories about how "boomers" have a difficult time coming to grips with the aging process. This seems especially true in California, where physical beauty trumps intelligence, mental acuity, talent, resourcefulnesss, interest, productivity ... etc., etc., etc.
Baby boomers are reluctant to face the reality of aging. According to published reports, we spend a fortune on exercise, plastic surgery, various treatments and supplements to prevent succombing to the inevitable. Well, let me tell you, the inevitable is marching forth and there isn't a blessed thing you can do to stop it!
I've become increasingly aware over the last months that something always hurts. Not a lot. I can deal with it. Nothing that stops me from doing what I want to do. Nothing that interferes with my usual day and my usual activities. But something ALWAYS hurts. For instance, my right heel hurts in the morning. So, I lie in bed anticipating those first few steps after rolling out of the bed. I limp. Yes, I limp. It takes about 30 minutes for my right heel to stop hurting after I arise each and every morning.
Then there is my left knee. It's okay as long as I stay on the straight and narrow (and level). However, if I go up or down stairs, Whoa Nelly! That knee speaks to me in no uncertain terms. It is basically saying, "Don't rely on me. I could give out at any second." Hmmmm .... it also makes some crackling noises that I'm doing my best to ignore.
The undiagnosed pain in the gut rears its ugly head from time to time. Just enough that I hesitate a moment and wonder if it is coming back.
I love to sew. Now, however, I need to take an ibuprofen 30 minutes before I do any hand sewing. Not a big deal. But different. Not something I had to think about in my 40s, or 50s.
Another wake-up moment is when I'm driving and turn around to see what is behind me before going in reverse. Oooooohhhh ... can't quite make my head turn around enough to get a full picture of what is behind me. The neck kinda freezes up and just won't go where it used to go ...
Reality. Inevitability. Annoyance. Acceptance.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Getting ready for next Easter
As we were leaving to return home after the Easter holiday, my daughter asked if I could embroider the grandkids' names on their Easter baskets. Seemed like a simple task. I brought the baskets home and played around with them today. Fun, fun, fun! I haven't been doing as much embroidery as I should considering how much I paid for the embroidery module for my Bernina.
I tried to choose a font that reflected the personality of the 3 grandchildren. Jackson got Child's Play - fun-loving and playful just like him! I adorned Talia with Guinevere. Being quite a princess, it seemed appropriate. I'm just now seeing Natasha's personality, and I like what I see. Sweet, feminine, a bit alluring and elegant - Audrey Hepburn at Tiffany's! So, Tiffany was the font I chose.
Choosing the correct stabilizer is always such a chore for me. If I did more machine embroidery, it would probably become second nature. I ended up going with a TNT - the "iron on stabilizer that I love" from Carolyn Brown at An Embroidered Affair. It's a great stabilizer and hasn't failed me yet! I have no affiliation with Carolyn or An Embroidered Affair, but I highly recommend that you visit her site and consider doing business with her. She's a wonderful lady and goes above and beyond to provide terrific service.
Here are the finished baskets just waiting for the return of the Easter Bunny.
I tried to choose a font that reflected the personality of the 3 grandchildren. Jackson got Child's Play - fun-loving and playful just like him! I adorned Talia with Guinevere. Being quite a princess, it seemed appropriate. I'm just now seeing Natasha's personality, and I like what I see. Sweet, feminine, a bit alluring and elegant - Audrey Hepburn at Tiffany's! So, Tiffany was the font I chose.
Choosing the correct stabilizer is always such a chore for me. If I did more machine embroidery, it would probably become second nature. I ended up going with a TNT - the "iron on stabilizer that I love" from Carolyn Brown at An Embroidered Affair. It's a great stabilizer and hasn't failed me yet! I have no affiliation with Carolyn or An Embroidered Affair, but I highly recommend that you visit her site and consider doing business with her. She's a wonderful lady and goes above and beyond to provide terrific service.
Here are the finished baskets just waiting for the return of the Easter Bunny.Sunday, April 11, 2010
Keep your hands off our stuff - or else!
A few years ago, DH and I went on a 2-week Baltic cruise. What a wonderful experience! One of the ports on the itinerary was St. Petersburg, Russia. As children of the Cold War, we were excited to be able to visit a country that seemed so forbidden, and forbiddening, to us in our childhood. We remember bomb shelters, air raid drills and Mr. Khrushchev.
We saw so much during our two-day visit, including a performance of the Bolshoi ballet. One of the highlights was a morning visit to the The Hermitage, Russia's premier art museum. The museum is located in The Winter Palace, home to Russia's emperors for centuries. The items in this museum are so precious, so irreplaceable, so valuable to the Russians that there are female docents in each and every gallery to protect the collection. These ladies were austere both in dress and expression. They sat on straight-backed chairs and watched every movement as tourists flocked through the large galleries. They scared the hell out of us! No way were we going to break any rules and risk a scolding by one of these ladies.
Few museums allow flash photography, but the rules at The Hermitage were explained to us in a very strong voice with lots of conviction! You will not - nyet! - use the flash on your camera. One very brazen young lady in our group took a photo with a flash and was sternly reprimanded and threatened with expulsion from the museum. Her excuse? "I don't know how to turn the flash off!" Duhhh .... no wonder American tourists have such a bad reputation. Either (a) learn how to turn off the flash, or (b) don't take any pictures!!!
In today's edition of the Los Angeles Times, there is a wonderful review of a solo exhibition by photographer Andy Freeberg. Mr. Freeberg visited The Hermitage and took photographs of these dour-faced ladies guarding these precious works of art. Well worth your time to read the review and perhaps visit the exhibit which is at the Kopeikin Gallery in West Hollywood. Mr. Freeberg has fully captured the mood of The Hermitage as you walk by these sentinels.
We saw so much during our two-day visit, including a performance of the Bolshoi ballet. One of the highlights was a morning visit to the The Hermitage, Russia's premier art museum. The museum is located in The Winter Palace, home to Russia's emperors for centuries. The items in this museum are so precious, so irreplaceable, so valuable to the Russians that there are female docents in each and every gallery to protect the collection. These ladies were austere both in dress and expression. They sat on straight-backed chairs and watched every movement as tourists flocked through the large galleries. They scared the hell out of us! No way were we going to break any rules and risk a scolding by one of these ladies.
Few museums allow flash photography, but the rules at The Hermitage were explained to us in a very strong voice with lots of conviction! You will not - nyet! - use the flash on your camera. One very brazen young lady in our group took a photo with a flash and was sternly reprimanded and threatened with expulsion from the museum. Her excuse? "I don't know how to turn the flash off!" Duhhh .... no wonder American tourists have such a bad reputation. Either (a) learn how to turn off the flash, or (b) don't take any pictures!!!
In today's edition of the Los Angeles Times, there is a wonderful review of a solo exhibition by photographer Andy Freeberg. Mr. Freeberg visited The Hermitage and took photographs of these dour-faced ladies guarding these precious works of art. Well worth your time to read the review and perhaps visit the exhibit which is at the Kopeikin Gallery in West Hollywood. Mr. Freeberg has fully captured the mood of The Hermitage as you walk by these sentinels.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #6
I'm feeling challenged by my fellow quilt guild members who have come up with such adorable and creative dress designs! I decided to try my hand at a sleeveless version of the dress for this block. Inspired by one of Martha Pullen's tv shows, I tried my hand at a scalloped border. It was a bit of a chore to do the machine appliqued blanket stitch on the scallops, but I'm happy with the result. Not perfect, but what the hey .... it's done and I learned something new.
What do you think? I'm pretty happy with this one. A trip to a brand new Michaels store just across the freeway (hallelujah!) yielded the cute little teddy bear charm that I used as a necklace. The flower trim came from JoAnns.
Whoopee! I am caught up with the blocks and ready for the April fabric selection!
What do you think? I'm pretty happy with this one. A trip to a brand new Michaels store just across the freeway (hallelujah!) yielded the cute little teddy bear charm that I used as a necklace. The flower trim came from JoAnns.
Whoopee! I am caught up with the blocks and ready for the April fabric selection!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Uh oh - the earth is moving again!
Okay, now I really want to know what is going on! This afternoon, a 7.7 earthquake occurred in Northern Sumatra, Indonesia. This is the fifth major earthquake in a matter of months. I'm not easily disturbed by things like this, but I will admit to feeling a bit "unsettled."
Monday, April 5, 2010
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on ....
I spent the last few days helping my daughter out with babysitting and preparing to celebrate a combination Easter holiday and birthday party for our son, who turns 35 today. Lots of fun times with the grandkids to tell you about in future posts.
I was busy peeling potatoes for Easter dinner in my sister's kitchen in Simi Valley yesterday when the 7.2 earthquake occurred in Mexicali. My sister was on the couch and said "we're having an earthquake!" None of the rest of us felt anything, but she insisted that she had felt a quake. We turned on CNN in time to hear the first reports come in.
We've been in Southern California since 1976, and I can't remember a quake with so many aftershocks. There have been hundreds! Of course, we're used to the ground moving and shaking and bouncing all over the place, but we're not accustomed to the quantity of seismic events that this large quake has produced. Take a look at this site - it's pretty interesting, I think. If you go to this site, make sure to hit your refresh button now and then in order to see the most recent information.
As usual after a sizeable earthquake, everyone is now talking about "The Big One." There are two camps: (1) those that welcome these larger earthquakes as a way of releasing the pressure beneath us and (2) those who believe that when earthquakes cluster as they have recently (Haiti, Chile, now Mexicali), we're in for BIG trouble.
I choose not to talk about it at all since there's not a damned thing we can do about it! The only certainty is that Mother Nature will have her way. The only question is when.
Extra batteries - check. Locate the utility turnoff valves - check. Water supply - check. Flashlights - check. Shoes under the bed - check.
I was busy peeling potatoes for Easter dinner in my sister's kitchen in Simi Valley yesterday when the 7.2 earthquake occurred in Mexicali. My sister was on the couch and said "we're having an earthquake!" None of the rest of us felt anything, but she insisted that she had felt a quake. We turned on CNN in time to hear the first reports come in.
We've been in Southern California since 1976, and I can't remember a quake with so many aftershocks. There have been hundreds! Of course, we're used to the ground moving and shaking and bouncing all over the place, but we're not accustomed to the quantity of seismic events that this large quake has produced. Take a look at this site - it's pretty interesting, I think. If you go to this site, make sure to hit your refresh button now and then in order to see the most recent information.
As usual after a sizeable earthquake, everyone is now talking about "The Big One." There are two camps: (1) those that welcome these larger earthquakes as a way of releasing the pressure beneath us and (2) those who believe that when earthquakes cluster as they have recently (Haiti, Chile, now Mexicali), we're in for BIG trouble.
I choose not to talk about it at all since there's not a damned thing we can do about it! The only certainty is that Mother Nature will have her way. The only question is when.
Extra batteries - check. Locate the utility turnoff valves - check. Water supply - check. Flashlights - check. Shoes under the bed - check.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
It's a small world after all ...
A few months ago, I battled my way through Thomas Friedman's The World is Flat. The battle had nothing to do with Mr. Friedman's book or his writing style. The battle had to to with my advancing age and decreasing ability to read non-fiction for a sustained period of time with any level of comprehension. I take it slow --- very slow --- and stop reading when I realize that for the last 3 pages, my brain has been on the dim setting.
This is a great book, and I highly recommend it. It may not be the book you want to take to Cabo San Lucas, but it is something that you should put on your "must read" list.
Although the book focuses on the global economy, business, government, and how technology has contributed to the flattening of the world, I couldn't help but be reminded how each and every one of us is affected by these changes. I have an etsy store where I am slowly, but surely, selling the clothing that my MIL purchased in Sri Lanka over 30 years ago. In the past week, I have made the following sales:
This is a great book, and I highly recommend it. It may not be the book you want to take to Cabo San Lucas, but it is something that you should put on your "must read" list.
Although the book focuses on the global economy, business, government, and how technology has contributed to the flattening of the world, I couldn't help but be reminded how each and every one of us is affected by these changes. I have an etsy store where I am slowly, but surely, selling the clothing that my MIL purchased in Sri Lanka over 30 years ago. In the past week, I have made the following sales:
- to a lady in Germany who lives near a town we will be visiting in September
- to a buyer in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, the town where I was born and raised
- to another buyer in Sterling Heights, Michigan, the city where DH and I bought our first home
Friday, March 26, 2010
Martini Nights
Last Monday was definitely classified as a "martini night" in our household. After the shock of arriving at the Carlsbad house and finding the first floor flooded and the hours spent with contractors and insurance people learning how to deal with the problem and getting all the steps lined up, we were certainly ready for a Bombay Sapphire martini when we arrived home at 7 p.m. Dinner was "fashionably late" - maybe 8:30 p.m.? - and consisted of a Bertolli skillet meal and a quick salad. I love having these quickie meals in the freezer!
It was probably fortuitous that there was a great story on NPR on Sunday about martinis. How timely. If you have a minute, listen to this story.
DH has made many drinks for me over the almost 40 years that we've been married, but if you are someone who enjoys a good cocktail, there is nothing quite as soothing as a martini made with quality gin by a bartender who knows what he is doing - and my DH definitely knows how to make a good martini.
My dad was a martini drinker. Mom always made his martini at 5:00 p.m. and placed it (in the glass) in the refrigerator to chill. When Dad arrived home at 6:05 p.m., on the dot, he would give Mom a peck on the cheek and then go to the refrigerator for his martini. Then, they would sit on the enclosed porch and go over the details of the day until dinner was served at 6:30 p.m. (never earlier, never later). I guess part of the reason I enjoy our "martini nights" is remembering how comfortable my parents were while having these few minutes alone before kid time set in - baths, homework, etc., etc.
I'm pretty sure there will be a handful of martini nights before the Carlsbad house is back to normal!
It was probably fortuitous that there was a great story on NPR on Sunday about martinis. How timely. If you have a minute, listen to this story.
DH has made many drinks for me over the almost 40 years that we've been married, but if you are someone who enjoys a good cocktail, there is nothing quite as soothing as a martini made with quality gin by a bartender who knows what he is doing - and my DH definitely knows how to make a good martini.
My dad was a martini drinker. Mom always made his martini at 5:00 p.m. and placed it (in the glass) in the refrigerator to chill. When Dad arrived home at 6:05 p.m., on the dot, he would give Mom a peck on the cheek and then go to the refrigerator for his martini. Then, they would sit on the enclosed porch and go over the details of the day until dinner was served at 6:30 p.m. (never earlier, never later). I guess part of the reason I enjoy our "martini nights" is remembering how comfortable my parents were while having these few minutes alone before kid time set in - baths, homework, etc., etc.
I'm pretty sure there will be a handful of martini nights before the Carlsbad house is back to normal!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The ABCs of Me
CJ has just shared her ABCs, so here is a little more about me. This should be fun ...
The ABC’s of ME…………….
A. Age: 64… can't believe it. When Mom was 64, I thought she was an old person. I'm just beginning to fly!
B. Bed size: Queen - perfect size. I have my own space, but it doesn't take a lot of effort to cuddle.
C. Chore you hate: Gardening. I want a beautiful garden without getting my hands dirty
D. Dog's Names: Chelsea - gone to the great beyond!
E. Essential food item: Nuts - preferably cashews, but I'll eat any kind. I'll sneak them into the house and hide them then I tell myself that I'll just have a few. Hmmmm .... suddenly the whole jar is goneso.
F. Favorite color: Never have had a favorite color. Am I bland or what?
G. Gold or Silver: Gold - have you seen the prices lately? Hello?
H. Height: 5'3 1/2" (maybe)
I. I am: the luckiest person in the world. Loving husband, terrific kids, most beautiful grandchildren in the world, happy and healthy with a lifetime of wonderful memories ....
J. Job: Retired! Hip, hip, hooray - I earned it and I'm going to enjoy it!
K. Kids: Matt & Sara - thank you for being the most wonderful part of my life!
L. Living Arrangements: DH and I live in a 55+retirement community in Riverside County, California. Love not having to do the front yard landscaping - love even more knowing that my friends and neighbors understand when I can't remember their names!
M. M is for married - even after 40 years, being married to my best friend makes me smile.
N. Nickname: Have never had one.
O. Overnight hospital stay(s): Emergency hysterectomy = yuck!
P. Pet peeve: Ignorance. Enough said.
Q. Quote from a movie: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
R. Right or Left handed: Right.
S. Siblings: One younger sister. Much younger ....
T. Time you wake up: 5 a.m. if it's a good night. 2 a.m. if it's a normal night.
U. Unique thing about your car: License plate says "GO R8DRS." What can I say? I'm a died in the wool Raider fan. Doesn't go with my personality, but we all have our querks, right?
V. Vegetable you hate: Okra. It's soooooooooo slimy ....
W. Ways you run late: Never. Not in the genes.
X. X-rays you’ve had: Many. Hope to not have many more.
Y. Yummy food you make: Homemade applesauce. The whole house just smells so good ....
Z. Zoo animal favorite: Otters. Aren't they just so playful?
And now - will YOU share your ABC’s?
The ABC’s of ME…………….
A. Age: 64… can't believe it. When Mom was 64, I thought she was an old person. I'm just beginning to fly!
B. Bed size: Queen - perfect size. I have my own space, but it doesn't take a lot of effort to cuddle.
C. Chore you hate: Gardening. I want a beautiful garden without getting my hands dirty
D. Dog's Names: Chelsea - gone to the great beyond!
E. Essential food item: Nuts - preferably cashews, but I'll eat any kind. I'll sneak them into the house and hide them then I tell myself that I'll just have a few. Hmmmm .... suddenly the whole jar is goneso.
F. Favorite color: Never have had a favorite color. Am I bland or what?
G. Gold or Silver: Gold - have you seen the prices lately? Hello?
H. Height: 5'3 1/2" (maybe)
I. I am: the luckiest person in the world. Loving husband, terrific kids, most beautiful grandchildren in the world, happy and healthy with a lifetime of wonderful memories ....
J. Job: Retired! Hip, hip, hooray - I earned it and I'm going to enjoy it!
K. Kids: Matt & Sara - thank you for being the most wonderful part of my life!
L. Living Arrangements: DH and I live in a 55+retirement community in Riverside County, California. Love not having to do the front yard landscaping - love even more knowing that my friends and neighbors understand when I can't remember their names!
M. M is for married - even after 40 years, being married to my best friend makes me smile.
N. Nickname: Have never had one.
O. Overnight hospital stay(s): Emergency hysterectomy = yuck!
P. Pet peeve: Ignorance. Enough said.
Q. Quote from a movie: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
R. Right or Left handed: Right.
S. Siblings: One younger sister. Much younger ....
T. Time you wake up: 5 a.m. if it's a good night. 2 a.m. if it's a normal night.
U. Unique thing about your car: License plate says "GO R8DRS." What can I say? I'm a died in the wool Raider fan. Doesn't go with my personality, but we all have our querks, right?
V. Vegetable you hate: Okra. It's soooooooooo slimy ....
W. Ways you run late: Never. Not in the genes.
X. X-rays you’ve had: Many. Hope to not have many more.
Y. Yummy food you make: Homemade applesauce. The whole house just smells so good ....
Z. Zoo animal favorite: Otters. Aren't they just so playful?
And now - will YOU share your ABC’s?
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #5
I really like the way this one came out. What do you think?
I had the grosgrain ribbon in my stash which matched very well with the fabric. I used Wonder Tape to fuse the tiny, tiny edging to the back of the ribbon in order to get it placed correctly. Then I used the Wonder Tape once again to place the ribbon down the center of the dress - edgestitched it all in place on both sides of the ribbon using my favorite Bernina foot, the #10. (This was all done after the dress body and sleeves were appliqued to the block fabric.) The decorative stitch on the ribbon is one of the built-in stitches on the Bernina 640. I should have started the decorative stitch at the very top of the trim; but instead, I decided to do a couple of straight stitches before the first pattern. After it was done, I didn't like the look so added the pearl button on the top. I needed this simple dress after the apron fiasco!
I had the grosgrain ribbon in my stash which matched very well with the fabric. I used Wonder Tape to fuse the tiny, tiny edging to the back of the ribbon in order to get it placed correctly. Then I used the Wonder Tape once again to place the ribbon down the center of the dress - edgestitched it all in place on both sides of the ribbon using my favorite Bernina foot, the #10. (This was all done after the dress body and sleeves were appliqued to the block fabric.) The decorative stitch on the ribbon is one of the built-in stitches on the Bernina 640. I should have started the decorative stitch at the very top of the trim; but instead, I decided to do a couple of straight stitches before the first pattern. After it was done, I didn't like the look so added the pearl button on the top. I needed this simple dress after the apron fiasco!Now I have to come up with another idea before the end of this week! At our Oasis Quilt Guild meeting on Monday, we will be sharing the two dresses we made this month. Then we get two more pieces of fabric the following week. Fortunately, I was lucky to purchase a great book on sewing for children, The Complete Book of Sewing For Children, by Elizabeth Travis Johnson. I will never sew any of these elaborate outfits for my grandchildren, but it is lovely to look at the pictures. I've garnered a number of ideas for the doll dress quilt, plus it is a fantastic resource. I find as I age that I want to take the time to do things right - I don't have to rush to finish a project. I can enjoy the technique and the finishing touches now that time is not of such great importance. Ah, bliss ....
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Why I love the USA - Reason #62
Today, I had a Greek pizza at the New York Upper Crust Pizza shop which is owned by a Korean immigrant. The pizza was made by an Hispanic man, sliced by an African American, and brought to our table by a blue-eyed blond surfer dude. Isn't this country great? I think I love our differences more than our similarities.
Note: Don't look for the first 61 reasons on my blog. Just trying to catch your eye!
Note: Don't look for the first 61 reasons on my blog. Just trying to catch your eye!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Some days are just icky ....
We took off this morning for the Carlsbad house to fix the 3 toilets. Not a pleasant thought ... but I took lots of reading material and some hand sewing with me since I don't do plumbing! I was prepared for Doug to do a lot of mumbling as he replaced the innards of the 3 toilets. Plumbing is not his favorite activity!
Doug's mom and dad had two houses - one in Palm Desert and one in Carlsbad - for many years. The Carlsbad house was "her" house and the Palm Desert house was "his" house. Since Mom's death 3 years ago, the Carlsbad house has been mostly empty. We visit at least once a month - more often in the summer when we are trying to avoid the summer desert heat. Dad has been reluctant to either rent out the house or sell it. He just doesn't seem to want to take any action!
So, today we paid the price for his reluctance to have someone in the house full time. We arrived at the house about midday. As soon as the garage door went up, I realized that there was water in the garage. The lower level of the house was totally flooded. Apparently, a pipe broke in the laundry room and water poured into the first floor - who knows how long it had been flowing?
We spent the next several hours on the phone with the insurance company, flood specialists, etc. We moved all the furniture out of the first floor. The flood specialists will extract the water, remove the carpet, and start some sort of process with fans and dehumidifiers to get the moisture out of the house. Then the big work begins. They need to remove the baseboards, some of the wallboard where there has been moisture damage, insulation where moisture exists, etc., etc., etc. This is not a pretty picture!
We'll never know when the leak started. Thankfully, we chose this day to visit the house! I think this process will go on for weeks if not months. The good news is that the house will be recarpeted which it desperately needs. The bad news is that we'll be in charge of all this work. Oh, well. This is what families are for, right? You do what you have to do ....
Doug's mom and dad had two houses - one in Palm Desert and one in Carlsbad - for many years. The Carlsbad house was "her" house and the Palm Desert house was "his" house. Since Mom's death 3 years ago, the Carlsbad house has been mostly empty. We visit at least once a month - more often in the summer when we are trying to avoid the summer desert heat. Dad has been reluctant to either rent out the house or sell it. He just doesn't seem to want to take any action!
So, today we paid the price for his reluctance to have someone in the house full time. We arrived at the house about midday. As soon as the garage door went up, I realized that there was water in the garage. The lower level of the house was totally flooded. Apparently, a pipe broke in the laundry room and water poured into the first floor - who knows how long it had been flowing?
We spent the next several hours on the phone with the insurance company, flood specialists, etc. We moved all the furniture out of the first floor. The flood specialists will extract the water, remove the carpet, and start some sort of process with fans and dehumidifiers to get the moisture out of the house. Then the big work begins. They need to remove the baseboards, some of the wallboard where there has been moisture damage, insulation where moisture exists, etc., etc., etc. This is not a pretty picture!
We'll never know when the leak started. Thankfully, we chose this day to visit the house! I think this process will go on for weeks if not months. The good news is that the house will be recarpeted which it desperately needs. The bad news is that we'll be in charge of all this work. Oh, well. This is what families are for, right? You do what you have to do ....
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Question: When is enough enough? Answer: Maybe never!
Like most avid sewers, I have more than one sewing machine. My Bernina 640 is my machine of choice, but I also have a Featherweight (that I do not use nearly enough) and my MIL's Pfaff 130, which is actually only a decorative piece in our home - shame on me. Note to self: Get Mom's sewing machine cleaned, oiled, and use it!
Then there are the machines that I lust after: the Bernina 830, a really good serger and someone to come and teach me how to use it, my Bernina 150 that I never should have sold ..... sigh. Oh, and every antique sewing machine that I see with a sticker that says "works great!"
Check this out: http://mysandbox32123.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-13.html This blogger has lots of sewing machines!
If I had (1) a huge house, (2) my own sewing room with a door that could be locked, or (3) a separate sewing studio (you dreamer you), I would definitely be a sewing machine collector. I especially like the machines dating before 1950. They have so much character! I did own a treadle machine once. I "inherited" it from the Peace Corps volunteer who lived in my house in Zinder, Niger, before I did. She sewed on it a lot and tried to teach me how to use it, in vain. I wonder if that machine is still there?
My daughter decided not to have a living room in her house but to use that space instead for a playroom since she has 3 children under 4. A living room would be unused. Hmmmmm ...... we only use the dining room once a year at Thanksgiving. Wonder if I could convince DH that an expanded sewing room made more sense? Not likely .....
Then there are the machines that I lust after: the Bernina 830, a really good serger and someone to come and teach me how to use it, my Bernina 150 that I never should have sold ..... sigh. Oh, and every antique sewing machine that I see with a sticker that says "works great!"
Check this out: http://mysandbox32123.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-13.html This blogger has lots of sewing machines!
If I had (1) a huge house, (2) my own sewing room with a door that could be locked, or (3) a separate sewing studio (you dreamer you), I would definitely be a sewing machine collector. I especially like the machines dating before 1950. They have so much character! I did own a treadle machine once. I "inherited" it from the Peace Corps volunteer who lived in my house in Zinder, Niger, before I did. She sewed on it a lot and tried to teach me how to use it, in vain. I wonder if that machine is still there?
My daughter decided not to have a living room in her house but to use that space instead for a playroom since she has 3 children under 4. A living room would be unused. Hmmmmm ...... we only use the dining room once a year at Thanksgiving. Wonder if I could convince DH that an expanded sewing room made more sense? Not likely .....
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Hope you are enjoying your corned beef & cabbage (and green beer, of course)!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
This is not my Africa
We went to a travel lecture the other night. The speaker went on a trip to East Africa several years ago and took 1200 pictures! Fortunately, she trimmed her photos to 600 for this lecture and slide show. She is probably a better traveler than photographer, but I enjoyed the photos nonetheless.
Over 40 years ago, I served for two years in the Peace Corps in the Republic of Niger in West Africa. I was fortunate enough to be able to travel to a handful of countries including Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Upper Volta, Mali, Ghana, Nigeria, Togo, Chad, Senegal, Sierra Leone. (Note: Some of the names are different today due to political changes since the 60s.)
My experience as a Peace Corps volunteer altered my life in so many ways. It made me a better human being, better citizen, better wife and mother, better friend.
It also made me quite sensitive to how little the average American knows about this HUGE continent! So, when the speaker spoke in general terms about "Africa" and "Africans" based on a visit to three countries in East Africa, I was one unhappy camper. Imagine how we would feel if someone visited New York City and Washington, D.C. and decided that those cities represented all of the United States? YIKES! Do travellers who come here to see the magnificence of Yosemite and Yellowstone believe that all of the U.S. looks the same? Of course not! So, why do people continue to talk about Africa as though it is only game parks and LandRovers, elephants, gazelles, lions and cheetahs??? This is not my Africa .... this is my Niger.
Look at this map. It's a very large land mass, isn't it? Yes, the game parks must be gorgeous and seeing animals in the wild quite a thrill. But there is also the Sahara Desert, the exotic city of Casablanca, the gorgeous high-rise buildings of the Ivory Coast towering above the shoreline of the Atlantic, the pyramids of Egypt, Lake Tanganyika, Mount Kilamanjaro ..... and on and on and on and on.
We are all Americans, but a New Yorker is not the same as a Texan. A farmer from Iowa is very different from a casino dealer in Las Vegas. And a nomad crossing the Sahara is far different from a banker in South Africa.
Okay, off the soap box for tonight.
Over 40 years ago, I served for two years in the Peace Corps in the Republic of Niger in West Africa. I was fortunate enough to be able to travel to a handful of countries including Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Upper Volta, Mali, Ghana, Nigeria, Togo, Chad, Senegal, Sierra Leone. (Note: Some of the names are different today due to political changes since the 60s.)
My experience as a Peace Corps volunteer altered my life in so many ways. It made me a better human being, better citizen, better wife and mother, better friend.
It also made me quite sensitive to how little the average American knows about this HUGE continent! So, when the speaker spoke in general terms about "Africa" and "Africans" based on a visit to three countries in East Africa, I was one unhappy camper. Imagine how we would feel if someone visited New York City and Washington, D.C. and decided that those cities represented all of the United States? YIKES! Do travellers who come here to see the magnificence of Yosemite and Yellowstone believe that all of the U.S. looks the same? Of course not! So, why do people continue to talk about Africa as though it is only game parks and LandRovers, elephants, gazelles, lions and cheetahs??? This is not my Africa .... this is my Niger.
Look at this map. It's a very large land mass, isn't it? Yes, the game parks must be gorgeous and seeing animals in the wild quite a thrill. But there is also the Sahara Desert, the exotic city of Casablanca, the gorgeous high-rise buildings of the Ivory Coast towering above the shoreline of the Atlantic, the pyramids of Egypt, Lake Tanganyika, Mount Kilamanjaro ..... and on and on and on and on.
We are all Americans, but a New Yorker is not the same as a Texan. A farmer from Iowa is very different from a casino dealer in Las Vegas. And a nomad crossing the Sahara is far different from a banker in South Africa.
Okay, off the soap box for tonight.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #4
Adding the ruffle on the last dress gave me a great feeling of success and accomplishment. So, what did I then do to myself? I immediately decided that making an apron would be a cinch and just oh-so-cute. Others in our group have made aprons and pinafores - even little vests. How hard could it be?
Not really hard, but not really easy either. The biggest problem is that it is LITTLE. This project brought back memories of making doll clothes for my daughter's Barbie 30-some years ago. It was difficult enough to do way back then, but now that the arthritis years have set in, working with something this tiny is not a piece of cake.
I can just about guarantee you that this will be the only apron on my quilt! I think I may even have used the wrong side of the white eyelet fabric, but I'm not taking this baby apart.
The next dress will have simple embellishment. I need to wait for another burst of energy before getting into something complicated!
I can just about guarantee you that this will be the only apron on my quilt! I think I may even have used the wrong side of the white eyelet fabric, but I'm not taking this baby apart.
The next dress will have simple embellishment. I need to wait for another burst of energy before getting into something complicated!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #3
I almost gave up on the ruffle! Getting the steps to the "process" was the hard part for me. I'm a visual learner, so I often have to actually work through steps before I discover what the problems are! I'm also a perfectionist (darn) and insist on no unfinished edges. I cut the ruffle twice as wide as I wanted it to be, folded it in half and ironed it. In order to finish the short edges of the ruffle, I turned in a very scant 1/4", ironed it flat, then carefully opened up the fold and used fusible tape to secure the ends. Then I gathered the ruffle and pinned it to the dress, right sides together, exactly as I would if making an actual dress. (The dress already had the fusible webbing on it, and I had cut out the pattern.) Then I attached the ruffle to the dress. Only then did I fuse the dress with ruffle attached to the block fabric. I used the buttonhole stitch along the purple fabric to applique so that the ruffle remains free from the background fabric. Gives it a little dimension, I think.
There will be a total of 15 blocks. I don't know how the heck I'm going to come up with 12 more designs!!!! By the way, the January/February issue of Fons & Porter's Love of Quilting magazine features a doll dress quilt using pre-printed dress block fabric from Anna Lena. I may have to adopt some of these embellishment ideas for future blocks.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sad news for a news junkie!
ABC News recently announced that all of its bureau offices in the US would eventually be closed with the exception of the Washington, D.C., bureau. As noted in an article in the Los Angeles Times, the number of correspondents will be halved and the network will instead rely on "digital journalists." This saddens me. I love technology and would be unhappy without my computer, cell phone, digital camera, GPS, and computerized sewing machine! But I am disturbed at the continuing changes in news reporting both in print and on the air.
How many magazines have closed up shop? How many smalltown newspapers are no longer published? How many radio stations are now silent? I know enough economics to understand the "bottom line" and that profits are necessary. Except for NPR and PBS, subscription and advertising funds are fundamental components of the news business. When viewers and readers disappear, so does advertising revenue. Cutbacks are inevitable often followed by going-out-of-business sales.
Those of us who still get our news in a non-digital way, i.e., holding a newspaper in ink-smudged hands, are left with fewer and fewer sources for news. This is not good for a free democratic society. It limits the amount of coverage a story receives and certainly has an impact on the "voice" of the coverage. We currently subscribe to two newspapers, the Los Angeles Times and the Press-Enterprise. More often than not, the coverage of the identical news event has a different tone in each paper even if the base source is The Associated Press. A critical reader gets a more complete picture by reading both papers.
Now we'll be getting our news from "digital journalists." They won't go to an office and brainstorm with other reporters, editors, and columnists in the newsroom. They won't have the benefit of staffers - the researchers, copy editors, and assistants who form the backbone of a news organization. They'll be freelance writers unable to collaborate with other reporters on investigative reports closely monitored by editors who insist on verified sources and corrected errors. Are we in danger of seeing these virtual reporters clammering for ratings and modifying stories to make their pieces more marketable? Are we likely to see reporters join the rash of book authors whose tales are questionable, untrue, or plagiarized? (See this article on Charles Pellegrino's "The Last Train From Hiroshima" the latest book to be challenged for its veracity.)
The news tonight is not good for news junkies out there. Stay tuned. It might get worse.
How many magazines have closed up shop? How many smalltown newspapers are no longer published? How many radio stations are now silent? I know enough economics to understand the "bottom line" and that profits are necessary. Except for NPR and PBS, subscription and advertising funds are fundamental components of the news business. When viewers and readers disappear, so does advertising revenue. Cutbacks are inevitable often followed by going-out-of-business sales.
Those of us who still get our news in a non-digital way, i.e., holding a newspaper in ink-smudged hands, are left with fewer and fewer sources for news. This is not good for a free democratic society. It limits the amount of coverage a story receives and certainly has an impact on the "voice" of the coverage. We currently subscribe to two newspapers, the Los Angeles Times and the Press-Enterprise. More often than not, the coverage of the identical news event has a different tone in each paper even if the base source is The Associated Press. A critical reader gets a more complete picture by reading both papers.
Now we'll be getting our news from "digital journalists." They won't go to an office and brainstorm with other reporters, editors, and columnists in the newsroom. They won't have the benefit of staffers - the researchers, copy editors, and assistants who form the backbone of a news organization. They'll be freelance writers unable to collaborate with other reporters on investigative reports closely monitored by editors who insist on verified sources and corrected errors. Are we in danger of seeing these virtual reporters clammering for ratings and modifying stories to make their pieces more marketable? Are we likely to see reporters join the rash of book authors whose tales are questionable, untrue, or plagiarized? (See this article on Charles Pellegrino's "The Last Train From Hiroshima" the latest book to be challenged for its veracity.)
The news tonight is not good for news junkies out there. Stay tuned. It might get worse.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #2
One of the more interesting aspects of this project is watching what the other gals in my quilt group are doing. Most of us have the newer sewing machines/computers with great decorative stitches, so a lot of the dresses showcase these stitches. Members who love to do hand embroidery are exercising their skills and putting cute little flowers and vines on the collars of the dresses or stitching along the hems. A few have made vests, aprons, or even purses of their own designs. We're not ready for Project Runway yet, but we're having fun!
I had a great time with my next attempt at dress design. First, I really liked the pink fabric. Then, one of the ladies brought in scraps from another project and offered them up for grabs. I think the tiny red flowers go perfectly with the dress fabric. Adding the red heart buttons gave it an extra splash. So, I'm feeling more confident as a designer. My dresses won't be too "cutesy" since that's not my style, but I'm trying to push for creative thinking.
What I really, really like doing is buttonhole appliqué by machine. It suits me to a "t" - precise, even, controlled. Makes me sound pretty dull, I know. Oh, well. I yam, what I yam, what I yam as Popeye used to say!
The best book I have in my library on machine appliqué is Harriet Hargrave's Mastering Machine Appliqué. I bought the 2nd edition used, and it was a terrific investment. I highly recommend this for your library if you are a quilter or even someone who might put a cute appliqué on a child's or grandchild's garment. There are lots of pictures for all types of appliqué techniques. The step-by-step instructions for turning corners and curves are invaluable. It's even spiral bound so that it can sit right next to the sewing machine as you work. Check it out from your local library to see if it appeals to you.
I had a great time with my next attempt at dress design. First, I really liked the pink fabric. Then, one of the ladies brought in scraps from another project and offered them up for grabs. I think the tiny red flowers go perfectly with the dress fabric. Adding the red heart buttons gave it an extra splash. So, I'm feeling more confident as a designer. My dresses won't be too "cutesy" since that's not my style, but I'm trying to push for creative thinking.
What I really, really like doing is buttonhole appliqué by machine. It suits me to a "t" - precise, even, controlled. Makes me sound pretty dull, I know. Oh, well. I yam, what I yam, what I yam as Popeye used to say!
The best book I have in my library on machine appliqué is Harriet Hargrave's Mastering Machine Appliqué. I bought the 2nd edition used, and it was a terrific investment. I highly recommend this for your library if you are a quilter or even someone who might put a cute appliqué on a child's or grandchild's garment. There are lots of pictures for all types of appliqué techniques. The step-by-step instructions for turning corners and curves are invaluable. It's even spiral bound so that it can sit right next to the sewing machine as you work. Check it out from your local library to see if it appeals to you.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Darci's Dress Up Quilt - Doll #1
My Oasis Quilt Guild decided to undertake this quilt as our group project for 2010. I knew from the get-go that this would be a challenge for me. I follow directions very well. Creativity and imagination, however, are stretches for me. But, what the hey? If I don't stretch myself now, when? There are only a couple of decades left for me to be stretchy, right?
So I signed up for the project. We all agreed to use the small scale fabrics that are so popular now. Each month, two of our members purchase fabric and give pieces to each of the 15 who have signed up for the quilt. On the month you purchase fabric, you do an extra block to contribute to the quilt that we hope to raffle off at the Temecula Quilt Show in October. We'll give half the money to charity (as yet to be determined) and keep half for our coffers.
I decided to do the fusible applique method for my quilt. Just the thought of 15 blocks of needle turn applique made my thumbs start to ache! Not going to happen. I have used fusible applique on a couple of small projects successfully. I wasn't prepared, however, for the challenges of using fusibles on a project that depends on embellishment. I've spent hours and hours figuring out what goes on first, where to put the fusible, etc., etc., etc. Not to mention my renewed acquaintance with "unsewing." Hmmmmm ....
There are several patterns on the market for doll dress quilts; I chose the Darci's Dress Up pattern from Quilted Quickies. Here's Dress #1:
The pattern has 3 applique pieces available: the body of the dress, the sleeves, and a collar. I actually made the dress for the group quilt first and had a bit of a problem with "show through" on the collar. (Forgot to take a picture of that one.) I've since learned to use a fusible interfacing on light-colored fabric to prevent show through.
I decided to go without the collar for this dress. I like the bows on the sleeves, but I'm not too happy with the rick rack. Others in my group have used the baby rick rack which seems more appropriate in scale. And the clear buttons don't show up too well. But the dress is done, I learned a lot, and I'm keeping it!
By the way, I love doing the buttonhole applique stitch on the Bernina. This dress was finished before the Bernina went in for her repairs. I had played around until I had the stitch specifications exactly perfect for this project and saved the stitch to my personal program - the one that got completely wiped out by the replacement of the S board!
If you want to see some really cute doll dress creations, take a look at the Freckleberry Farm website. You'll be awed!
So I signed up for the project. We all agreed to use the small scale fabrics that are so popular now. Each month, two of our members purchase fabric and give pieces to each of the 15 who have signed up for the quilt. On the month you purchase fabric, you do an extra block to contribute to the quilt that we hope to raffle off at the Temecula Quilt Show in October. We'll give half the money to charity (as yet to be determined) and keep half for our coffers.
I decided to do the fusible applique method for my quilt. Just the thought of 15 blocks of needle turn applique made my thumbs start to ache! Not going to happen. I have used fusible applique on a couple of small projects successfully. I wasn't prepared, however, for the challenges of using fusibles on a project that depends on embellishment. I've spent hours and hours figuring out what goes on first, where to put the fusible, etc., etc., etc. Not to mention my renewed acquaintance with "unsewing." Hmmmmm ....
There are several patterns on the market for doll dress quilts; I chose the Darci's Dress Up pattern from Quilted Quickies. Here's Dress #1:
I decided to go without the collar for this dress. I like the bows on the sleeves, but I'm not too happy with the rick rack. Others in my group have used the baby rick rack which seems more appropriate in scale. And the clear buttons don't show up too well. But the dress is done, I learned a lot, and I'm keeping it!
By the way, I love doing the buttonhole applique stitch on the Bernina. This dress was finished before the Bernina went in for her repairs. I had played around until I had the stitch specifications exactly perfect for this project and saved the stitch to my personal program - the one that got completely wiped out by the replacement of the S board!
If you want to see some really cute doll dress creations, take a look at the Freckleberry Farm website. You'll be awed!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sundays
I hated Sundays when I was growing up. It should have been the best day of the week. Sunday was my Dad's only day off. Occasionally, we would have a family outing which was always fun. But the typical Sunday was boring, boring, boring for a kid.
My sister and I went to Sunday School until reaching the age where we rebelled and said "no more." Dad caught up on household fix-it chores in the morning. Mom made a big Sunday dinner which was served promptly at 2 p.m. Most weeks, she made a beef roast or baked chicken, mashed potatoes, a fresh veggie, and lots and lots and lots of thick delicious gravy loaded with fat - the kind of gravy no one makes any more because we know better. If we were truly lucky and Mom was feeling ambitious, she would make her fabulous rice pudding. It baked in the oven for hours driving us nuts with the aromas of lovely cream, sugar, and cinnamon. Every half hour, Mom opened the oven door and stirred the pudding so that the thickening layer on the top mixed in with the rest of the pudding.
So why was I so bored? After dinner, Dad retired to the living room floor to "watch" sports on tv - the only tv in the house. Within 10 minutes, he would be sound asleep for the remainder of the afternoon. We weren't allowed to change the channel, though, because Mom reminded us that it was Dad's only day off and he wanted to "watch" sports! Kids in our neighborhood didn't play together on Sundays; it was considered a family day. So we were left with homework (yuck), playing together (yuck), reading or listening to 45s. I love to read, but not for hour after hour after hour! To a kid, the afternoon seemed endless until 7 p.m. when Lassie came on and we could have a Sunday night snicky snack in front of the tv - a special treat.
My sister and I went to Sunday School until reaching the age where we rebelled and said "no more." Dad caught up on household fix-it chores in the morning. Mom made a big Sunday dinner which was served promptly at 2 p.m. Most weeks, she made a beef roast or baked chicken, mashed potatoes, a fresh veggie, and lots and lots and lots of thick delicious gravy loaded with fat - the kind of gravy no one makes any more because we know better. If we were truly lucky and Mom was feeling ambitious, she would make her fabulous rice pudding. It baked in the oven for hours driving us nuts with the aromas of lovely cream, sugar, and cinnamon. Every half hour, Mom opened the oven door and stirred the pudding so that the thickening layer on the top mixed in with the rest of the pudding.
So why was I so bored? After dinner, Dad retired to the living room floor to "watch" sports on tv - the only tv in the house. Within 10 minutes, he would be sound asleep for the remainder of the afternoon. We weren't allowed to change the channel, though, because Mom reminded us that it was Dad's only day off and he wanted to "watch" sports! Kids in our neighborhood didn't play together on Sundays; it was considered a family day. So we were left with homework (yuck), playing together (yuck), reading or listening to 45s. I love to read, but not for hour after hour after hour! To a kid, the afternoon seemed endless until 7 p.m. when Lassie came on and we could have a Sunday night snicky snack in front of the tv - a special treat.
Today, I had a great Sunday. Since DH is off to Carlsbad to work on his dad's house, I had the whole day to myself - to sew, watch the Olympics, read the paper leisurely, and enjoy the quiet! Well, except for the chatter of the Bernina happily embroidering along ....
Here's what I see when I look up from the Bernina to see the outside world. It rained all day yesterday, again, but this morning was bright and crisp and clear. There were birds all over this tree singing merrily. Spring must be near! I can't remember the name of this tree (I am among the worst gardeners in the world), but it will soon be covered in pink blooms followed by deep burgundy leaves. We usually have at least one nest in this tree per season - nothing yet.
I spent the morning finishing up another block for the Darci's Dresses quilt then started on an embroidery project. Pictures to come! I have a tv in the sewing room right next to the Bernina, so I've been watching the hockey game since noon. We're in overtime! What a great finish to a wonderful Olympics. You couldn't write a better script.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A good week for UFOs
While waiting for my Bernina to come back from repair, I picked up a hand sewing project that had been idle for awhile. Have you seen the candle mat patterns from Bareroots? They are fun to do - good tv projects, perfect for car trips or being without a sewing machine. One of the patterns (Firecrackers) was supposed to be my vacation project for last summer's vacation. Hmmmm .... as usual, something got in the way of finishing the project!
With the Bernina out of commission, I spent lots of time finishing up the hearts & flowers mat and getting back to the firecrackers. Hopefully, I'll finish the firecrackers mat in time for 4th of July 2010.
I found the ladybug fabric in a cute quilt shop in a wonderful little town near St. George, Utah. It was the end of our vacation, and I had gone just a tad overboard buying fabric and reached the point where the guilt starts to creep in. That is inevitably the same point when you find fabric that just cannot be passed up. This little shop had a full bolt of the pink and another full bolt of the same fabric in lime green with pink ladybugs! Sadly, I walked out of the store without buying any. Off and on throughout the night, I awoke thinking about how damned cute that fabric was and how perfect it would be for Talia whose favorite color is, of course, PINK!
I convinced my DH to go back to that little town because we missed seeing the bakery (good line, huh?) and rushed back to the quilt shop. The green bolt was gone - all of it! - but I walked out with 2 yards of the pink.
I had so much fabric left over that I'm making Tasha a coloring bag tote. I can just imagine Miss T., the elder's, reaction when she realizes that little sister has a PINK coloring bag! It might get ugly.
And don't you think these outfits must have matching hairbows? Time to search the web for a good tutorial on making hairbows .....
So far, I have made the pumpkin, fall leaves, bunnies, and hearts & flowers mats. My arthritic hands keep me from doing handwork for any length of time, but I enjoy fitting a few minutes in occasionally. You can make these from wool or wool felt. I prefer working with the wool (easier on the hands) although it is more expensive. Many quilt stores carry the patterns and some even have a selection of wool or wool felt. I stumbled across a website, Woolfelt Central, that carries lots of patterns and gorgeous colors of wool felt. This could become an obsession! Or should I say, another obsession? I haven't bought anything from them yet, but I'm tempted.
I also spent some Bernina-less time cutting out dresses for Miss T., the elder, and Miss T., the younger, for Easter gifts. I just love the Sister Smocks pattern from Indygo Junction and couldn't wait for Tasha to reach a size 1 so I could make matching dresses for the girls. I bought the pink and green ladybug fabric last year in Utah and picked up a couple of fat quarters at Road to California to complete the outfit.
I found the ladybug fabric in a cute quilt shop in a wonderful little town near St. George, Utah. It was the end of our vacation, and I had gone just a tad overboard buying fabric and reached the point where the guilt starts to creep in. That is inevitably the same point when you find fabric that just cannot be passed up. This little shop had a full bolt of the pink and another full bolt of the same fabric in lime green with pink ladybugs! Sadly, I walked out of the store without buying any. Off and on throughout the night, I awoke thinking about how damned cute that fabric was and how perfect it would be for Talia whose favorite color is, of course, PINK!
I convinced my DH to go back to that little town because we missed seeing the bakery (good line, huh?) and rushed back to the quilt shop. The green bolt was gone - all of it! - but I walked out with 2 yards of the pink.
And don't you think these outfits must have matching hairbows? Time to search the web for a good tutorial on making hairbows .....
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Okay - I need to vent a little!
On February 6, I brought my beloved Bernina 640 in for service. It's really painful to be without a sewing machine when you sew as much as I do - daily. Of course, I can always get the Featherweight out (and I love her, too), but the Bernina is such a quality machine and has so much going for her .... well, it's a little like taking the Mercedes in for an oil change and driving the '65 Beetle home. Nothing wrong with the reliable Beetle - it's a great little car - but it doesn't purr like a Mercedes, does it?
I wasn't having any trouble at all with the 640 until I finished an embroidery and noticed that the buttons on the front plate were "recessed" into the machine. My first thought was, "What the hell have I done?" But I'm really careful with this machine (it's destined to be the last sewing machine that I own). I took her in for a checkup right away and was told that I needed a new face plate. Part ordered - given the ok to keep sewing - waited 3 weeks for the part - then took her in for her repair.
Apparently, once the tech got to see her insides, he decided that I also needed an "S board." I don't know a lot about what is inside these machines, but I guess an S board is pretty significant. Interesting that I did not notice any problem at all other than the recessed buttons. But a new S board was ordered and duly installed - without a phone call to me.
I received a call late Thursday afternoon that my machine was ready to be picked up. Those of you who are avid sewers will understand .... I dropped everything, bid DH a fond goodbye, and headed out to the dealer to pick up the 640. So what if dinner is late? It's all about priorities, isn't it?
Our Oasis Quilt Guild had our first Sew-In on Friday. I was anxious to participate and to get the 640 up and running again. As soon as I turned her on, I noticed a problem - the welcome message no longer said, "Hi, Oma" - it had reverted back to the default message! All stitches saved to my personal program had vanished. The designs in my embroidery folder were gone. It all made sense, of course. If you replace the board, the memory is kaput. I kept my anger in check with my guild friends, but I was not a happy camper. Why had no one called from my dealer to tell me that my memory was about to be wiped out?
Now, if the memory/board had failed causing the trip to the tech, I could understand this. But I took a machine in for what appeared to be a "mechanical" failure. I was not having a bit of trouble with the computer/board component of the machine. I really think they should have called me to tell me that (1) the board needed to be replaced and (2) I was going to lose everything saved to the machine - designs and personal stitches. I would have willingly gone to the shop and written down the specifications of the stitches in order to recreate them on a new board.
Lesson learned. When next the 640 needs service, I will ask (instruct?) the service technician to alert me to any and all needed repairs, modifications, parts, etc. I have a personal relationship with this sewing machine - it is part of my daily life. Now I need to figure out what is missing from this relationship .....
I've already changed the message so it once again says "Hi, Oma." Makes me feel a bit better already.
I wasn't having any trouble at all with the 640 until I finished an embroidery and noticed that the buttons on the front plate were "recessed" into the machine. My first thought was, "What the hell have I done?" But I'm really careful with this machine (it's destined to be the last sewing machine that I own). I took her in for a checkup right away and was told that I needed a new face plate. Part ordered - given the ok to keep sewing - waited 3 weeks for the part - then took her in for her repair.
Apparently, once the tech got to see her insides, he decided that I also needed an "S board." I don't know a lot about what is inside these machines, but I guess an S board is pretty significant. Interesting that I did not notice any problem at all other than the recessed buttons. But a new S board was ordered and duly installed - without a phone call to me.
I received a call late Thursday afternoon that my machine was ready to be picked up. Those of you who are avid sewers will understand .... I dropped everything, bid DH a fond goodbye, and headed out to the dealer to pick up the 640. So what if dinner is late? It's all about priorities, isn't it?
Our Oasis Quilt Guild had our first Sew-In on Friday. I was anxious to participate and to get the 640 up and running again. As soon as I turned her on, I noticed a problem - the welcome message no longer said, "Hi, Oma" - it had reverted back to the default message! All stitches saved to my personal program had vanished. The designs in my embroidery folder were gone. It all made sense, of course. If you replace the board, the memory is kaput. I kept my anger in check with my guild friends, but I was not a happy camper. Why had no one called from my dealer to tell me that my memory was about to be wiped out?
Now, if the memory/board had failed causing the trip to the tech, I could understand this. But I took a machine in for what appeared to be a "mechanical" failure. I was not having a bit of trouble with the computer/board component of the machine. I really think they should have called me to tell me that (1) the board needed to be replaced and (2) I was going to lose everything saved to the machine - designs and personal stitches. I would have willingly gone to the shop and written down the specifications of the stitches in order to recreate them on a new board.
Lesson learned. When next the 640 needs service, I will ask (instruct?) the service technician to alert me to any and all needed repairs, modifications, parts, etc. I have a personal relationship with this sewing machine - it is part of my daily life. Now I need to figure out what is missing from this relationship .....
I've already changed the message so it once again says "Hi, Oma." Makes me feel a bit better already.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Small but impressive
The Valley Quilters Guild of Hemet, California, held their annual quilt show last Friday and Saturday. I love this show! It was the first quilt show that I ever attended, and it renewed my interest in quilting after a lull of about 25 years so it has a special place in my heart. The show is held in the local community center. The quilts were lovely this year, and there were more vendors than I remember in the past.
I went with several of the gals from my Oasis Quilt Guild. We had lots of fun, bought a few things (surprise, surprise) and even treated ourselves to lunch on the way home.
I loved this quilt. My heart is pushing me towards a bargello quilt as well as a landscape quilt, and this one fed my yearning. The quilter, Marcia Monroe, claimed it was easy. Hmmmm .... easy enough for me? Looks like the first challenge is finding the right fabric. There are oodles of lovely landscape prints around. I see multiple shopping trips in my future.
I went with several of the gals from my Oasis Quilt Guild. We had lots of fun, bought a few things (surprise, surprise) and even treated ourselves to lunch on the way home.
My camera batteries died after only a few pictures, unfortunately. I missed capturing the ribbon winners. (I think it's time to give up on rechargeable batteries. They just don't seem to hold a charge very long.) At least I have a couple to share with you:
I've seen this quilt pattern done a lot, but I really like the way that Marvel Dorf took some of the fish from the border print and appliqued them in the sashing. Adds just a touch of whimsy! Must try to remember this in my continuing effort to think outside the box and be more abstract.
I loved this quilt. My heart is pushing me towards a bargello quilt as well as a landscape quilt, and this one fed my yearning. The quilter, Marcia Monroe, claimed it was easy. Hmmmm .... easy enough for me? Looks like the first challenge is finding the right fabric. There are oodles of lovely landscape prints around. I see multiple shopping trips in my future.The last one I'd like to share with you is entitled "Love This Star" and was made by Gloria McKeehan and machine quilted by January Shaffer. The picture I took of the whole quilt is pretty awful, but take a look at the stippling done by January. She must have incredible eyesight! When I grow up, I want to quilt like this (without 1000 hours of practice ..... hee, hee, hee).
To see more wonderful quilts from this show, visit the SewCalGal blog. Enjoy!
Oh, yes ... I remember it well!
My daughter took her 3 kids to the pediatrician last Friday. The girls had regularly scheduled well-baby appointments - a 4-year-old checkup for Talia, and a 1-year-old checkup for Tasha. DD decided she could handle this appointment on her own including towing almost-3-year-old Jackson along!
Unfortunately, the appointments were running one hour late. Oh, my. Remember trying to keep the kids entertained in a doctor's office? Ain't easy, McGee. Kudos for DD for even attempting this.
On top of the delay, the 4-year-old was aware that she was having two shots. When they finally got to see the doctor, she discovered that Tasha may have an eye problem and recommended a visit to a pediatric ophthalmologist. So, anxiety and anticipation at a 4-year-old level plus a one-hour appointment delay plus a very bored 3-year-old plus a possible eye problem for the 1-year-old (who was definitely ready for a meal, by the way) = phone call to Oma!
The kids will recover from their shots, Tasha's eye problem will most likely be minimal, and my DD will recover from the trauma of holding her oldest daughter down so the nurse could give the second shot. I wonder, however, if I'll recover from hearing the emotion in my daughter's voice as she described the appointment to me? Not likely. Maternal instinct moves through the generations at lightning speed. My mom used to say, "When your child is hurt, you do the bleeding." My baby was hurting last Friday, and I got to sing the blues.
Unfortunately, the appointments were running one hour late. Oh, my. Remember trying to keep the kids entertained in a doctor's office? Ain't easy, McGee. Kudos for DD for even attempting this.
On top of the delay, the 4-year-old was aware that she was having two shots. When they finally got to see the doctor, she discovered that Tasha may have an eye problem and recommended a visit to a pediatric ophthalmologist. So, anxiety and anticipation at a 4-year-old level plus a one-hour appointment delay plus a very bored 3-year-old plus a possible eye problem for the 1-year-old (who was definitely ready for a meal, by the way) = phone call to Oma!
The kids will recover from their shots, Tasha's eye problem will most likely be minimal, and my DD will recover from the trauma of holding her oldest daughter down so the nurse could give the second shot. I wonder, however, if I'll recover from hearing the emotion in my daughter's voice as she described the appointment to me? Not likely. Maternal instinct moves through the generations at lightning speed. My mom used to say, "When your child is hurt, you do the bleeding." My baby was hurting last Friday, and I got to sing the blues.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
It really wasn't about lemonade after all
Had a great weekend with the family. The Super Bowl game really was "super!" For a football fan, that is really special. I was lucky this year. Even though I wanted the Colts to win (I adore Peyton Manning), who could possibly not be excited about the Saints winning the championship for New Orleans? Who dat?
Best of all, we celebrated birthdays for our 4-year-old granddaughter, Talia, and our 1-year-old granddaughter, Tasha. We sang Happy Birthday over and over, we ate until we were stuffed, we opened lots and lots of presents, we ate princess cake and warmed to the excitement of watching Tasha stand on her own!
I gave the paper doll book to Tasha and Talia yesterday morning. Guess what? Neither one of them noticed that it wasn't put together exactly according to plan. Talia played with all the dresses trying different combinations - dresses, hats, shoes. Tasha put at least a dozen dresses in her mouth! They loved every minute of it.
Their mom liked it, too. Pretty special moment watching my daughter play paper dolls with her daughters. It doesn't get any better than this ....
Best of all, we celebrated birthdays for our 4-year-old granddaughter, Talia, and our 1-year-old granddaughter, Tasha. We sang Happy Birthday over and over, we ate until we were stuffed, we opened lots and lots of presents, we ate princess cake and warmed to the excitement of watching Tasha stand on her own!
I gave the paper doll book to Tasha and Talia yesterday morning. Guess what? Neither one of them noticed that it wasn't put together exactly according to plan. Talia played with all the dresses trying different combinations - dresses, hats, shoes. Tasha put at least a dozen dresses in her mouth! They loved every minute of it.
Their mom liked it, too. Pretty special moment watching my daughter play paper dolls with her daughters. It doesn't get any better than this ....
Friday, February 5, 2010
How to make lemonade!
You know the old saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?" Well, today was a perfect day for making lemonade.
I was so excited about the paper doll book for my granddaughters (see this post). I read the directions twice, carefully cut out all the fabric for the pages and for the dolls. According to the directions, you need at least 13 paper dolls. If you are lucky (and I wasn't), the fabric in the kit will be cut so that you can get even more paper dolls out of it. If you get more dolls, you can put more than one doll on a page.
Another timeless saying comes to mind: Plan ahead!
The cute, cute, cute picture on the kit label shows two dolls on the cover of the fabric book. I think, "Perfect!" The gift is for both of my granddaughters, who are sisters, so two dolls makes sense. I happily start fusing the dolls onto the fabric and get to my Bernina right away to start stitching the buttonhole applique.
The cover came out great, and my machine buttonhole stitching was the best I had ever done. Wouldn't it be nice to have another page with two girls on it? They could be sisters, they could be friends, schoolmates or playmates. Adorable!
You know where this is going, don't you?
I don't have enough dolls for every page in the book! Stupid with a capital "S." How do I keep doing these things? Arghghghghgh ..... I'm not particularly fast when I sew. I take my time. In fact, I think it takes me lots longer to complete projects than the average sewer. I still make dumb mistakes. I've been sewing for over 50 years - I shouldn't make these kinds of mistakes!
Thought process on the road to making lemonade:
Okay, I'll stop beating myself up. The goal is not perfection. The goal is for two little girls to have a special gift from their Oma who loves them best in all the world!
I was so excited about the paper doll book for my granddaughters (see this post). I read the directions twice, carefully cut out all the fabric for the pages and for the dolls. According to the directions, you need at least 13 paper dolls. If you are lucky (and I wasn't), the fabric in the kit will be cut so that you can get even more paper dolls out of it. If you get more dolls, you can put more than one doll on a page.
Another timeless saying comes to mind: Plan ahead!
The cute, cute, cute picture on the kit label shows two dolls on the cover of the fabric book. I think, "Perfect!" The gift is for both of my granddaughters, who are sisters, so two dolls makes sense. I happily start fusing the dolls onto the fabric and get to my Bernina right away to start stitching the buttonhole applique.
The cover came out great, and my machine buttonhole stitching was the best I had ever done. Wouldn't it be nice to have another page with two girls on it? They could be sisters, they could be friends, schoolmates or playmates. Adorable!
You know where this is going, don't you?
I don't have enough dolls for every page in the book! Stupid with a capital "S." How do I keep doing these things? Arghghghghgh ..... I'm not particularly fast when I sew. I take my time. In fact, I think it takes me lots longer to complete projects than the average sewer. I still make dumb mistakes. I've been sewing for over 50 years - I shouldn't make these kinds of mistakes!
Thought process on the road to making lemonade:
- Run out and try to find some more of this fabric. Nope - not enough time and it's raining in Southern California. Don't want to be on the freeways in the rain unless you're going to the hospital to have a baby.
- Cut out the remaining pieces of the dolls from the fabric and piece them together trying to match head to body to feet. Nope - would look horrible!
- Wait - there are a few "bodies" left on the fabric! I could cut out those bodies, print a picture of the grandbabies on printable fabric, cut out their heads, and stitch them to the doll bodies! Last night, I really liked this idea. This morning, I said to myself "no, no, no, no - too much like a Grade B horror movie!" My daughter would kill me .....
- Go with two blank pages in the middle of the book. Who would know it wasn't in the original plan? Hmmmmm ... nope, that's like a flashing arrow saying, "Look here to see the mistake!"
- Cut out all the little flowers on the doll fabric and fuse them to the blank pages in the book. Tell Talia and Tasha that the paper doll friends are playing in the garden together looking for lemons to make lemonade!
Okay, I'll stop beating myself up. The goal is not perfection. The goal is for two little girls to have a special gift from their Oma who loves them best in all the world!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Happy Birthday, Dear Talia ......
Our oldest granddaughter turned 4 today. Quite a big day for a toddler. Early this morning, DH and I called her to sing a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday." She was quite excited to tell us that she was having cake for dinner!
It wasn't too long ago, Christmas actually, that we were told she was "3 and 3/4." Remember when counting half years, quarter years, and months was terribly important? Now I'm happy to count in decades and forget the years and months in between ....
Her younger sister, Tasha, will be 1 on February 9. We'll be going to see the family for Super Bowl Sunday and to have birthday celebrations for the girls. I started a cute gift today, which I hope to finish in time for the big celebration (that would be birthday cake and candles, not the Vince Lombardi trophy). It's the paper doll playbook kit from Creating Keepsakes. So cute! It took me awhile to understand the directions, but I did manage to get the fabric cut and the fusible fleece fused to the doll clothes. Tonight I will cut out the doll clothes. I have every hope of finishing this project between tomorrow and Friday so that I can give it to the birthday girls on Sunday. I think Talia is the perfect age for paper dolls. Tasha will most likely just get some fun out of touching and feeling and putting dresses in her mouth!
I remember playing with paper dolls for hours when I was growing up. The fad then, in the 50s, was to have paper doll kits for the stars of the silver screen. I had Piper Laurie, June Allyson, Betty Hutton, and a bride set of course. Inevitably, the tags ripped off the clothes and the cardboard dolls bent at the ankle or the neck making them a bit less fashionable. But what fun we had!
I hope my granddaughters have as much fun with this doll kit. At least they won't have to cut out all those paper tags!
It wasn't too long ago, Christmas actually, that we were told she was "3 and 3/4." Remember when counting half years, quarter years, and months was terribly important? Now I'm happy to count in decades and forget the years and months in between ....
Her younger sister, Tasha, will be 1 on February 9. We'll be going to see the family for Super Bowl Sunday and to have birthday celebrations for the girls. I started a cute gift today, which I hope to finish in time for the big celebration (that would be birthday cake and candles, not the Vince Lombardi trophy). It's the paper doll playbook kit from Creating Keepsakes. So cute! It took me awhile to understand the directions, but I did manage to get the fabric cut and the fusible fleece fused to the doll clothes. Tonight I will cut out the doll clothes. I have every hope of finishing this project between tomorrow and Friday so that I can give it to the birthday girls on Sunday. I think Talia is the perfect age for paper dolls. Tasha will most likely just get some fun out of touching and feeling and putting dresses in her mouth!
I remember playing with paper dolls for hours when I was growing up. The fad then, in the 50s, was to have paper doll kits for the stars of the silver screen. I had Piper Laurie, June Allyson, Betty Hutton, and a bride set of course. Inevitably, the tags ripped off the clothes and the cardboard dolls bent at the ankle or the neck making them a bit less fashionable. But what fun we had!
I hope my granddaughters have as much fun with this doll kit. At least they won't have to cut out all those paper tags!
Monday, February 1, 2010
And, I actually had fun!
One of my goals for 2010 is to practice free-motion quilting. My resolution was actually to practice every day. Gotta fess up - that is not happening. But I am putting in more practice time than last year, and I think it is paying off. I'm not getting better yet; I'm just not scared to death to try! That's progress, don't you agree?
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to take the smallest panel and make a pillow out of it. I found a new batik fabric that coordinates fairly well for the back of the pillow. With trepidation, I got the BSR out of its cocoon, lowered the feed dogs on the old 640, and went full speed ahead. Well, maybe I got to second gear a couple of times, but mostly I ambled along in first learning more and more with every inch I covered. And ..... it was a blast! My poor sister was visiting the weekend I worked on this project, and I kept slipping into the other room to do "just one more row" of outline quilting.
I have about a dozen gorgeous batik panels that I inherited from my MIL. These panels were among the boxes and boxes of batik clothing that she bought in the 80s. I'm slowly selling off the clothing in my Etsy shop, but I just can't part with the panels. The grade of cotton is high, the designs so unusual, and the colors are brilliant. My heart says that these panels deserve to be worked on by a true artist. There is such potential to create a beautiful piece when you start with such a unique foundation. I've been tempted to try my hand at some kind of art quilt, but always turn away at the last minute. In most areas of my life, I'm a pretty confident gal. I just don't think of myself as artistic or creative. The left side of my brain is too dang strong, I guess.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to take the smallest panel and make a pillow out of it. I found a new batik fabric that coordinates fairly well for the back of the pillow. With trepidation, I got the BSR out of its cocoon, lowered the feed dogs on the old 640, and went full speed ahead. Well, maybe I got to second gear a couple of times, but mostly I ambled along in first learning more and more with every inch I covered. And ..... it was a blast! My poor sister was visiting the weekend I worked on this project, and I kept slipping into the other room to do "just one more row" of outline quilting.No closeups this time - too embarrassing! But I'm pretty proud of the result. I took it to my quilt guild meeting this morning and got a few compliments, so I'm more determined now to get back to regular practicing.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
When images from the past are painful
DH and I just returned from a short trip to check in at his mom's house. The house has been empty for about 3 years since she died. We made a commitment to his dad, who lives elsewhere, that we would visit the house once a month to make sure all is well. Dad does not want to sell the house - it's the economy, stupid! - nor does he want to rent it out. So, it sits empty in a lovely little seaside town above the Pacific Ocean. Sad ....
Part of me enjoys going to the house, especially if we are escaping the summer heat in Menifee! The phone doesn't ring, the temperature is always comfortable no matter what time of year, there is no mail - it's a great getaway for a day or two. We do maintenance, say hi to the neighbors, order take-out dinners, watch movies, and just relax.
Except when the memories and ghosts appear. Doug's mom had Alzheimer's. She was most likely ill with the disease for years before the family was aware of it. Most families have "stories," and this one is ours. During the last ten years of their marriage, Mom and Dad lived apart. Mom was quite adept at hiding her illness from Dad and from us because we saw her intermittently. By the time we realized how ill she was, she had trashed both her life and her house.
Over the last year of Mom's life, I drove to her house two or three times per week to visit, interact with various health agencies, run errands, and clean - clean, clean, clean - clean out, clean up, and clean after. I wish I had been blogging at the time! It would have been cathartic for me (and a bit overwhelming for you!)
The house is now free of junk, filth, every check written in an 80+ year lifetime, over 40 boxes of sewing projects, and 320 pounds of laundry that had to be professionally cleaned (really).
It is not, however, clear of Mom. And it never will be for me. In her heyday, Mom was the most meticulous housekeeper I have ever known. So, before I leave her house, I make sure that everything is in its place, the kitchen counters are wiped clean, the beds are made, the trash is out, there are fresh towels in the bathrooms.
She deserves nothing less. It is still her house.
Part of me enjoys going to the house, especially if we are escaping the summer heat in Menifee! The phone doesn't ring, the temperature is always comfortable no matter what time of year, there is no mail - it's a great getaway for a day or two. We do maintenance, say hi to the neighbors, order take-out dinners, watch movies, and just relax.
Except when the memories and ghosts appear. Doug's mom had Alzheimer's. She was most likely ill with the disease for years before the family was aware of it. Most families have "stories," and this one is ours. During the last ten years of their marriage, Mom and Dad lived apart. Mom was quite adept at hiding her illness from Dad and from us because we saw her intermittently. By the time we realized how ill she was, she had trashed both her life and her house.
Over the last year of Mom's life, I drove to her house two or three times per week to visit, interact with various health agencies, run errands, and clean - clean, clean, clean - clean out, clean up, and clean after. I wish I had been blogging at the time! It would have been cathartic for me (and a bit overwhelming for you!)
The house is now free of junk, filth, every check written in an 80+ year lifetime, over 40 boxes of sewing projects, and 320 pounds of laundry that had to be professionally cleaned (really).
It is not, however, clear of Mom. And it never will be for me. In her heyday, Mom was the most meticulous housekeeper I have ever known. So, before I leave her house, I make sure that everything is in its place, the kitchen counters are wiped clean, the beds are made, the trash is out, there are fresh towels in the bathrooms.
She deserves nothing less. It is still her house.
Friday, January 29, 2010
I feel a rant coming on!
Big problems rarely get to me. Pesky little irksome problems sometimes hit me so hard that I fixate and can't get back on my normal track for days. Here's my latest fixation:
DH and I use our Mastercard for most of our charge purchases. We are in the habit of paying off the bill every month. If we do use another retail charge card, we also pay the balance off when the bill arrives. With a difficult economy, we are fortunate that we can do this and avoid the high interest rates you face if you only make minimum payments.
We used our Macy's charge over the Christmas buying season to take advantage of the extra coupon savings. (By the way, another pet peeve of mine is that these "extra savings" coupons have dozens of exceptions. You have to be Sherlock Holmes to find something you actually want to buy for which the coupon can be used!) I got the bill this week. At first glance, it looks like I owe Macy's $167.30. That amount appears in bold print on the top of the statement under New Balance. It also appears, again in bold, on the payment slip under "New Balance."
I dutifully check all my receipts and find that I actually only owe $164.07. Back to the statement. Oh - there's a line item for Interest Charges of $3.23. Interest charges? I haven't used my card in 6 months. There couldn't be interest charges, could there?
Back to the bill. Here is what is written, in very small print, on the statement:
To avoid Initial Interest Charge: If you pay your New Purchase Balance of $164.07 by Feb 6, 2010, your Initial Interest Charge of $3.23 on your Revolving Account will be refunded on your next statement.
My first reaction, other than confusion and anger, was that I had to pay the $167.30 then wait to get a credit of $3.23 on my next bill. Since I don't plan on using my charge card for the foreseeable future, I would carry over this small amount for month after month after month until either (1) I used the card, got both the credit and ANOTHER Initial Interest Charge entering an endless circle of purchases I really did not want to make; or (2) Macy's finally gave up on me and sent me a refund check or, more likely, a credit slip that could only be used against a charge purchase!
On reflection, and many hours of internal ranting, I decided to pay the $164.07 and prepare my attack when the next bill comes showing that I "owe" $3.23. Now, there is a chance that my next bill will show a 0 balance, and I'll have a clean slate. The evil part of me hopes that the $3.23 shows up as an amount due - maybe even with a finance charge on top of it! - and I'll be forced to go into attack mode. Imagine a senior citizen on the brink of Medicare eligibility cutting up her credit card in the middle of the Macy's business office! Delightful .....
DH and I use our Mastercard for most of our charge purchases. We are in the habit of paying off the bill every month. If we do use another retail charge card, we also pay the balance off when the bill arrives. With a difficult economy, we are fortunate that we can do this and avoid the high interest rates you face if you only make minimum payments.
We used our Macy's charge over the Christmas buying season to take advantage of the extra coupon savings. (By the way, another pet peeve of mine is that these "extra savings" coupons have dozens of exceptions. You have to be Sherlock Holmes to find something you actually want to buy for which the coupon can be used!) I got the bill this week. At first glance, it looks like I owe Macy's $167.30. That amount appears in bold print on the top of the statement under New Balance. It also appears, again in bold, on the payment slip under "New Balance."
I dutifully check all my receipts and find that I actually only owe $164.07. Back to the statement. Oh - there's a line item for Interest Charges of $3.23. Interest charges? I haven't used my card in 6 months. There couldn't be interest charges, could there?
Back to the bill. Here is what is written, in very small print, on the statement:
To avoid Initial Interest Charge: If you pay your New Purchase Balance of $164.07 by Feb 6, 2010, your Initial Interest Charge of $3.23 on your Revolving Account will be refunded on your next statement.
My first reaction, other than confusion and anger, was that I had to pay the $167.30 then wait to get a credit of $3.23 on my next bill. Since I don't plan on using my charge card for the foreseeable future, I would carry over this small amount for month after month after month until either (1) I used the card, got both the credit and ANOTHER Initial Interest Charge entering an endless circle of purchases I really did not want to make; or (2) Macy's finally gave up on me and sent me a refund check or, more likely, a credit slip that could only be used against a charge purchase!
On reflection, and many hours of internal ranting, I decided to pay the $164.07 and prepare my attack when the next bill comes showing that I "owe" $3.23. Now, there is a chance that my next bill will show a 0 balance, and I'll have a clean slate. The evil part of me hopes that the $3.23 shows up as an amount due - maybe even with a finance charge on top of it! - and I'll be forced to go into attack mode. Imagine a senior citizen on the brink of Medicare eligibility cutting up her credit card in the middle of the Macy's business office! Delightful .....
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Road to California - Take 3
Just a quickie tonight - I'm recovering from 4 days of visitors! Thought you'd enjoy another view of the "Quilting Makes A Difference" exhibit at Road to California.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Male Logic - or When did I say "yes"?
We are now the proud owners of a brand new 42" Toshiba HD LCD TV. I'm not quite sure how this happened, so I guess I'll blame it on one week of nonstop rain which pretty much kept us housebound. My DH had all of his meetings cancelled, couldn't hike or birdwatch or work in the yard. For the man I love, boredom leads to research on the Internet which inevitably leads to "what can I buy and how can I get her to agree?"
This is a strange purchase for people who don't watch a lot of tv. DH watches the nightly news because (1) I have it on during the dinner hour, and (2) frequent attempts to get me to turn it off have led to various threats none of which he particularly likes. It's one of those "you knew this when you married me" kinda things. I am a news junkie. Deal with it!
I record and watch sewing shows like Sewing with Nancy, America Sews with Sue Hausman, Fons & Porter, Martha Pullen, etc. NFL football is a given - any day, any time, any team. A woman is entitled to her passions!
And, we try to have a weekly movie night. Our son calls us Netflix' favorite customers. We've gone as long as six or seven months without watching any movies although there are always 3 rentals in the house. Pretty expensive movie! Anyway, one of our New Year's Resolutions was to reinstate the weekly movie night with the agreement that either one of us can walk away if the choice just doesn't cut it. (Note: He'd watch classics every week whereas I opt for the new releases.)
During the first rainstorm this week, DH mentioned that he's enjoying movie nights and wouldn't it be nice to have a bigger screen and HDTV.
While I was looking for the emergency flashlight during the second storm, DH gave me a rundown on his research and listed the "finalists." Huh?
By the onset of the third storm, he told me which stores had 12-months-same-as-cash. He knows this makes or breaks a deal for me. If we can't pay for it out of monthly income, it ain't gonna happen.
DH saved his best for last. In the middle of the fourth storm while watching the horizon for signs of tornadoes, he said, "You'll have your new tv in time to watch your games on Sunday."
How does he do this? How did a vague idea (his, not mine) become both a reality and a gift for me? Gotta love the guy ....
This is a strange purchase for people who don't watch a lot of tv. DH watches the nightly news because (1) I have it on during the dinner hour, and (2) frequent attempts to get me to turn it off have led to various threats none of which he particularly likes. It's one of those "you knew this when you married me" kinda things. I am a news junkie. Deal with it!
I record and watch sewing shows like Sewing with Nancy, America Sews with Sue Hausman, Fons & Porter, Martha Pullen, etc. NFL football is a given - any day, any time, any team. A woman is entitled to her passions!
And, we try to have a weekly movie night. Our son calls us Netflix' favorite customers. We've gone as long as six or seven months without watching any movies although there are always 3 rentals in the house. Pretty expensive movie! Anyway, one of our New Year's Resolutions was to reinstate the weekly movie night with the agreement that either one of us can walk away if the choice just doesn't cut it. (Note: He'd watch classics every week whereas I opt for the new releases.)
During the first rainstorm this week, DH mentioned that he's enjoying movie nights and wouldn't it be nice to have a bigger screen and HDTV.
While I was looking for the emergency flashlight during the second storm, DH gave me a rundown on his research and listed the "finalists." Huh?
By the onset of the third storm, he told me which stores had 12-months-same-as-cash. He knows this makes or breaks a deal for me. If we can't pay for it out of monthly income, it ain't gonna happen.
DH saved his best for last. In the middle of the fourth storm while watching the horizon for signs of tornadoes, he said, "You'll have your new tv in time to watch your games on Sunday."
How does he do this? How did a vague idea (his, not mine) become both a reality and a gift for me? Gotta love the guy ....
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Seems it never rains in Southern California ....
... but girl, don't they warn ya, it pours man it pours!
Remember this great song, written by Albert Hammond, and sung by the Mamas and the Papas in the 60s? I've been humming it off and on all week as the rain has continued to pummel Southern California from the beach to the mountains to the deserts. The storm today, the fourth this week, has been the most severe. As I write, we are under a severe thunderstorm warning and a tornado watch. Pretty unusual for us -- we're used to sun and heat and are weather wimps at heart.
Such downpours cause problems all over the world, of course, but particularly for us since we are also prone to raging wildfires. The burn areas from last fall's devastating fires were evacuated early this morning in the San Gabriel foothills. All we can do now is wait to see if the oversaturated earth will hold or begin slipping down the slopes into whatever stands in its path. Once the slippage begins, it'll take out everything - homes, businesses, freeways. The pounding waves of the Pacific are threatening several homes along the coast.
I ventured out yesterday to run a couple of errands but quickly decided only to do the necessary ones - bank, milk, bread. The freeways here are bad enough when the weather is good. They are deathtraps when the weather turns ugly! We usually only get rain a handful of times per winter; the raindrops evaporate before we can remember how to turn the windshield wipers on. The youngest drivers on the road today were learning how to skateboard the last time we had this much rain in such a short time back in 2005. Inexperienced drivers more interested in texting than driving = deathtrap. Time to stay home and hunker down!
We really need the rain, but not all at once! Let's just hope that the storm passes without further damage.
In between listening to weather reports and watching the color of the sky change, I've done lots of sewing, listed a few more items at my Etsy shop, and baked peanut butter cookies. And hummed a few more songs from the Mamas and the Papas!
Remember this great song, written by Albert Hammond, and sung by the Mamas and the Papas in the 60s? I've been humming it off and on all week as the rain has continued to pummel Southern California from the beach to the mountains to the deserts. The storm today, the fourth this week, has been the most severe. As I write, we are under a severe thunderstorm warning and a tornado watch. Pretty unusual for us -- we're used to sun and heat and are weather wimps at heart.
Such downpours cause problems all over the world, of course, but particularly for us since we are also prone to raging wildfires. The burn areas from last fall's devastating fires were evacuated early this morning in the San Gabriel foothills. All we can do now is wait to see if the oversaturated earth will hold or begin slipping down the slopes into whatever stands in its path. Once the slippage begins, it'll take out everything - homes, businesses, freeways. The pounding waves of the Pacific are threatening several homes along the coast.
I ventured out yesterday to run a couple of errands but quickly decided only to do the necessary ones - bank, milk, bread. The freeways here are bad enough when the weather is good. They are deathtraps when the weather turns ugly! We usually only get rain a handful of times per winter; the raindrops evaporate before we can remember how to turn the windshield wipers on. The youngest drivers on the road today were learning how to skateboard the last time we had this much rain in such a short time back in 2005. Inexperienced drivers more interested in texting than driving = deathtrap. Time to stay home and hunker down!
We really need the rain, but not all at once! Let's just hope that the storm passes without further damage.
In between listening to weather reports and watching the color of the sky change, I've done lots of sewing, listed a few more items at my Etsy shop, and baked peanut butter cookies. And hummed a few more songs from the Mamas and the Papas!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Road to California - Take 2
Road to California had a great exhibit which was an eye opener for me. I am, and always have been, a visual learner, so this exhibit had a huge impact. It was titled something like "Quilting Makes the Quilt." (Again, I apologize for not taking better notes. I will improve next year!) Taking the same large quilt block in the same fabric and colors, various quilters experimented with a variety of quilting styles and techniques. Wow! What a difference the quilting makes .....
Feast your eyes on just a sampling of the two dozen or so samples:
The example on the left is beautifully done and somewhat traditional. But look at the sample on the right - colored threads, a little glitz - totally different impact. These are the only two pictures that I took, but I was fascinated by the exhibit. Trapunto was featured in several of the blocks, and many had heat-set rhinestones and metallic thread. One or two used thread couching as embellishment. Whoever thought of this exhibit is a genius!
Feast your eyes on just a sampling of the two dozen or so samples:
The example on the left is beautifully done and somewhat traditional. But look at the sample on the right - colored threads, a little glitz - totally different impact. These are the only two pictures that I took, but I was fascinated by the exhibit. Trapunto was featured in several of the blocks, and many had heat-set rhinestones and metallic thread. One or two used thread couching as embellishment. Whoever thought of this exhibit is a genius!Sunday, January 17, 2010
Road to California
I went to the Road to California quilt show on Thursday with four of the ladies from The Oasis Quilt Guild. We had a blast! This is the largest quilt show that I have ever gone to; I've attended each of the last four years. The quilts are exquisite, and there are a lot of vendors to tempt me. The show runs from Wednesday night through Sunday at the Ontario Convention Center, about 1 1/2 hours away from me depending on traffic. Some year, I'm going to plan ahead and actually take a class!
Quilt in a Day had a booth, and Eleanor Burns was holding court. It's amazing how many people wanted to have their picture taken with her! Alex Anderson wasand Ricky Tims were also manning a booth for The Quilt Show. (Note: Guess the man at the show with Alex was her husband, John, and not Ricky Tims. Must work on my accuracy - and watch more tv!) Alex is just as pretty in real life as she is on tv! I'm not really a celebrity watcher, but it was fun to spot these quilting heroes.
The real heroes of the show, though, are the gorgeous quilts on display and the quilters who designed them, created them, and quilted them. Here are some of the ones that spoke to me:
I kept coming back to this one again and again, probably because it is so striking. My photographic skills are minimal, even with these wonderful digital cameras, but I hope you can imagine the impact of this quilt. What you cannot see from this photo is the intricacy of the quilting. By the way, I made a huge mistake in not jotting down information about these quilts. I apologize to the artists! The background of this quilt is black. I can't even stitch a hem on black without cursing! Here's another picture showing the beautiful quilting:
Many of those viewing this quilt stood at the back just admiring the detail. I know because I kept coming back to this quilt over and over. A few more that caught my eye (if you click on the picture, you'll get an expanded view):
Quilt in a Day had a booth, and Eleanor Burns was holding court. It's amazing how many people wanted to have their picture taken with her! Alex Anderson was
The real heroes of the show, though, are the gorgeous quilts on display and the quilters who designed them, created them, and quilted them. Here are some of the ones that spoke to me:
I kept coming back to this one again and again, probably because it is so striking. My photographic skills are minimal, even with these wonderful digital cameras, but I hope you can imagine the impact of this quilt. What you cannot see from this photo is the intricacy of the quilting. By the way, I made a huge mistake in not jotting down information about these quilts. I apologize to the artists! The background of this quilt is black. I can't even stitch a hem on black without cursing! Here's another picture showing the beautiful quilting:
Many of those viewing this quilt stood at the back just admiring the detail. I know because I kept coming back to this quilt over and over. A few more that caught my eye (if you click on the picture, you'll get an expanded view):
And, lastly, here's a ribbon winner that I really fell in love with. This quilt won for Best Pictorial Quilt. Don't you just love her eyes? Has to be a female, don't you think?
All You Need is Love - and Lots of It!
NPR's Weekend Edition Sunday had an interview with Ringo Starr. Fun, entertaining, nostalgic - great way to start a Sunday! By the way, Ringo has seven grandchildren! If you were ever a Beatles fan (and who wasn't?), listen to the interview. You won't be disappointed.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This ....
If you've been a football fan any time during the last 20 years, you know that this is a phrase used often by John Madden - player, coach, analyst, and NFL broadcaster for many years. But the phrase can be used in so many ways. Even though I am a diehard football fan (and am watching the Baltimore/Indianapolis game even as I write), the phrase means most to me as a grandmother ... it really doesn't get any better than this!
I finished a couple of projects for "the girls" (my granddaughters, ages 4 and 1) who have upcoming birthdays in early February. Loved this project! I bought the patterns during our trip last year to Utah, the Grand Canyon, etc. I fell in love with the fabric in St. Georges, Utah, and discovered the patterns somewhere along the way on our trip. Fortunately, I was able to squeeze two outfits out of a single purchase of fabric and two patterns bought along the way. I seem to do that often - hoping that I'll be able to figure out how to finagle the fabric and the pattern to get matching outfits!
Here is the dress for Talia. The pattern is the To Tie For pattern from olive ann designs. Really easy pattern and so adaptable for some of the incredibly cute fabrics on the market today. I elected not to do the giraffe appliques on the reverse side, but I may do that on a future project. The onesie conversion for Tasha was a bit more challenging. The pattern, One-zee Conversions from Vanilla House Designs, gave me a few stressful moments. I think the end result will be fine for a one-year-old who has a pretty relaxed momma. But I'm not sure that it came out as well as I had hoped. I don't think I really understood how to attach the skirt to the onesie. I tried the fusible tape - and failed. So I just opted for trying to ease the gathered skirt onto the onesie - me thinks I stretched a little too much. We'll see when we go to see the grandkids for Super Bowl weekend, which is also the girls' birthdays. Maybe it won't be as stretched out as I think it is!
It is cute, though, and Tasha is only 1. She won't remember this outfit at all!
I finished a couple of projects for "the girls" (my granddaughters, ages 4 and 1) who have upcoming birthdays in early February. Loved this project! I bought the patterns during our trip last year to Utah, the Grand Canyon, etc. I fell in love with the fabric in St. Georges, Utah, and discovered the patterns somewhere along the way on our trip. Fortunately, I was able to squeeze two outfits out of a single purchase of fabric and two patterns bought along the way. I seem to do that often - hoping that I'll be able to figure out how to finagle the fabric and the pattern to get matching outfits!
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