tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18455136809520232842024-03-12T22:11:39.914-04:00Vintage Primitives<i><b>It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. - Laura Ingalls Wilder </b></i>Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.comBlogger269125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-6745687910607958552012-09-03T04:46:00.001-04:002012-09-03T04:58:45.936-04:00Is it ever too late?Hello Folksies<br />
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Long time, no see. Or hear. Or whatever. I have been so erstwhile this year. Fancy word for being formerly occupied. OCCUPIED? No, not <i>that </i> type of occupier. Life has been so full of everyday stuff that for me to actually take the time to sit on my backside and talk to you has been, well, out of the question for me. A comfort for me is that when you are true friends, time and distance mean nothing. You pick back up like you did when you fell off that proverbial bicycle.<br />
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Let me fill you in briefly. Spring came. Spring went. Summer came. Summer's gone. Waiting on Fall. Yay.<br />
My garden has been a source of true love for me this year. I also spent much time, sweat, and laughter at my Mother's house, re creating a front garden entrance. It is still a WIP, like the rest of my life, however, it has been so theraputic for me, my sis Cat and my Mom. So many "girls day together" has been worth every drop of sweat, every ache in my back and shoulders.<br />
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I still haven't seen my grand baby, Nora. I am indulged with photos on a very regular basis. She is the obvious center of their universe. Nana here has been busy making baby things to send their way on a regular basis. (Y'all know that if I am not in the garden, I have needle and thread in my hand. Or paper mache, or a chocolate chip cookie)<br />
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I've also been busy with some online quilting buds, creating pin cushions to swap, working on a Secret Santa Buddy Swap is going to be an amazing end to the year. There is always time to make something for someone in need and trust me, the joy of my life is to really share what I create. <br />
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And as you know, we be a real social family, so we get together probably far too often for cook outs. I just love men who cook<br />
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Here are a few other things I actually photographed of what I have been working on. You know me. I always forget to take pictures of the important things. Sigh.<br />
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I will try to not be such a Walter Mitty. I do create the best things in my head. Look for me to be back soon.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-7688965788345669162012-04-03T15:02:00.001-04:002012-04-03T15:15:47.694-04:00FLASH! BREAKING NEWS!Welcome sweet Eleanor Joy! The newest addition to my family is my FIRST Grand! Miss Eleanor joined us early this morning. Her precious Mommy had a very short, sweet labor. When my son, Paul, called me to tell me they had just arrived at the hospital at 7 a.m. - he called back less than two hours later with the joyful news. He had tears and laughter in his voice as he told me that he cut the cord. Can you tell I am busting my buttons? She arrived a bit early, but weighed in at 5 lbs, 11 oz. That is a nice size bundle.<br />
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God bless this little family - now to get busy with baby girl things in the making. For some reason, I cannot concentrate on anything. I don't know when I will get to see the wee one in person but I am hoping that the Lord will make a way SOONER rather than later. And I suppose I will enter the ranks of those giddy, rabid grandmothers that I have never totally understood. More than anything, I am thankful that the Lord has blessed this dear couple with the desire of their heart.<br />
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I am never bored. I cannot remember a time in my life when I have been bored. Oh wait, I have been bored with people, tv, music,<i> that kind</i> of boredom but with my own self? Nope. This is recently being tested because my sewing machine DIED on me. I thought it only needed a good D and C. Nope. I was patient, cooed sweet nothings to her . . . nada . . . opened her up again and did another clean sweep and a teensy more oil . . . nada. Rather than scream a steady stream of profanities at her, <i>(which would have felt so much better than it sounded</i>), I carried her to the repair shop. That was 2 weeks ago. She is having issues with her timing. I understand that it is a common enough ailment. I would like to know HOW it happened so if it was me, I wouldn't do it again.<br />
But boredom. Hmmm. Everything I do requires some modicum of sewing. I even sew my paper crafting stuff. I know, I am odd.<br />
I finally pulled an old cutter quilt out of the cupboard and proceeded to make lavender filled sachets, little hearts to hang in a garland and or alone in the windows. <br />
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I also decided to piece some old shirts into another quilt.<br />
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simple squares set on point with hand stitching in my favored multi colored threads. <br />
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I have also made some paper hearts and cut out all sorts of stuff and even cleaned up my studio a bit.<br />
I am not bored. I am lonesome. For my babylock. Wah.<br />
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I have just completed a smallish quilt for a friend's daughter. She is undergoing treatment for an aggressive form of leukemia. Little Heaven is 12 years old and since being diagnosed over Thanksgiving time, has been thrown into the battlefield. Tomorrow she is scheduled to go to the hospital. I quickly pieced together this coin style quilty and finished up the hand quilting Thursday night, the binding Friday night. I will be carrying it over to their house hopefully this afternoon.<br />
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Well, you can tell where I am going with this post I am sure. I generally do not make resolutions because quite frankly, I like being happy. And disappointment in myself does not encourage me, inspire me or make me happy. I generally like to make a list of things I have learned during the past year. It is interesting to look back over several years and see the various things I have learned - some technical, some emotional, some spiritual. If you have never done this, I highly recommend it. It can be quite an eye opener !<br />
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My thoughts and wishes and prayers for each of my online friends is for a healthy, happy, prosperous year ahead. Be good to yourself and consider others as you would yourself, too. God bless each one.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-57311998775810954752011-12-14T07:00:00.000-05:002011-12-14T07:00:40.820-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTKMuldhAgr8mc1ggFaezbVjOZV5YTgdwFgApY_KSZTkM-KB05KcZnZLI0tOWDIcnd7BjOmnVox-KHxzpVUU-u08KJFKlxBNqzN_FAmkKK8WGXtpC9cB75hY9KMV6Ga-73ttSRD_atos/s1600/2a3d5d77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="327" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTKMuldhAgr8mc1ggFaezbVjOZV5YTgdwFgApY_KSZTkM-KB05KcZnZLI0tOWDIcnd7BjOmnVox-KHxzpVUU-u08KJFKlxBNqzN_FAmkKK8WGXtpC9cB75hY9KMV6Ga-73ttSRD_atos/s400/2a3d5d77.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The past several months have been a blur on many fronts. Thought I would share a wee bit of what I've been busy with:<br />
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There were many more projects also completed between Sept and now; just can't seem to get my camera and computer to play nicely. sigh. But I think you get the idea that I have been very busy with needle and thread.<br />
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I wish everyone a Happy and Merry Christmas! See you next year!Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-57945941009455266792011-09-13T08:00:00.001-04:002011-09-13T08:03:54.585-04:00Here comes Santa Claus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFEUvD9gsfk4kH0HfjLrEadHamkW-Ht-l6rsnafiBaiCDmGD3I0FmTAKyIk5Tu-sPiW7z-LXQnvl9QxXChgwFQupNxdzeeScJhW4tnWVqnCmLajDlQI6R83cLlyIG_R4hIzvpqb7hkUM/s1600/santa+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFEUvD9gsfk4kH0HfjLrEadHamkW-Ht-l6rsnafiBaiCDmGD3I0FmTAKyIk5Tu-sPiW7z-LXQnvl9QxXChgwFQupNxdzeeScJhW4tnWVqnCmLajDlQI6R83cLlyIG_R4hIzvpqb7hkUM/s400/santa+2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I strip pieced and hand quilted robe and then decided to decoupage hit hat. He is a good sitter, waiting patiently for accoutrements. I am thinking that since he is a scrappy santa, he may need a scrappy quilt to go along with him. And I think I have just the leftover squares to accomplish that.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-92151693446301556282011-09-12T08:25:00.001-04:002011-09-12T08:26:30.613-04:00Middle Monday of the MonthI don't know about you, but, I tend to get excited at this time of year. I am grooving on the cooler mornings and evenings. I mean open the windows up and pull up a light quilt excited! I mean, the leaves are going to be changing their clothes color soon excited! Sure, the days are still hot as blue blazes but <b>Oh How I Love Fall</b>! And Autumn! Whatever you call it, for me it also means getting some of my houseplants which have been enjoying the fresh air all spring and summer ready to come back inside. It also means that some of the rootings I have been working on will be put in new containers. <br />
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I am never quite ready for any season, except in my mind. You know me ~ I have the most productive mind ~ just don't always get the rest of me in gear. Well, this morning as I was cleaning the kitchen, I plucked the coffee can my hubs placed in the garbage can out. I decided I could use it as a holding planter for a rooting or two.<br />
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Now this has been done for years, so I am not as original as you may think. hehehe<br />
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Here's what I did:<br />
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poke a few holes in the bottom. Can you tell I didn't use a hammer? I worked out all the caffeine buzz just whacking the heckfire shoot with a flat head screwdriver. Use a hammer unless you have had your coffee or spinach for the day<br />
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Here is the fun part. Purchase some shelf paper rolls (or book cover roll as it is called in some areas). Measure it out - so easy peasy because it already has a grid to mark and cut!<br />
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Now you are ready to roll! The backing peels off so nicely. If you take your time, you won't get air bubbles or wrinkles, either.<br />
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Isn't this just too cutesy?<br />
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Tada! By next spring this little pot will be overflowing with more growth.<br />
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Have a fun day!Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-70950614989642771722011-09-07T15:40:00.000-04:002011-09-07T15:40:06.528-04:00Almost Done<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiuGLLDNP7UR53MX1wEz2_eWNawxfPJLCfkw8__4314lAv3l_E_FaC4nFUZ2xN4O2D2V3d7nYI-UmqLYUBU1zW_lkKL9InaqvMTP7Nfb5cKYSk_H9YMiQ4KSP0ZCw1giIjMjI8v8DMaCo/s1600/almost+done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiuGLLDNP7UR53MX1wEz2_eWNawxfPJLCfkw8__4314lAv3l_E_FaC4nFUZ2xN4O2D2V3d7nYI-UmqLYUBU1zW_lkKL9InaqvMTP7Nfb5cKYSk_H9YMiQ4KSP0ZCw1giIjMjI8v8DMaCo/s400/almost+done.jpg" /></a></div>Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-24566692033768346882011-09-05T10:45:00.000-04:002011-09-05T10:45:48.060-04:00Guess who's coming to town?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA71q451VqP5fj1-bvnPMaBA5shvTnkZU9kWBpTYGkunM67GYsHJSqKoOnFVXPSzOni-Yxa2r31GCAen74D2WXmxAVQktkATJmgMRmM5pcHdHdRLSkZ-Fa_VVfxACtj65RjLZa9oFlOI/s1600/santa+peek1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="207" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA71q451VqP5fj1-bvnPMaBA5shvTnkZU9kWBpTYGkunM67GYsHJSqKoOnFVXPSzOni-Yxa2r31GCAen74D2WXmxAVQktkATJmgMRmM5pcHdHdRLSkZ-Fa_VVfxACtj65RjLZa9oFlOI/s400/santa+peek1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
About this time of year I start getting requests for some Santa and Witchies. Thought I would share a sneak at one. The man in red will be arriving soon - he still needs his beauty sleep for now. More later . . .Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-57201389618441981502011-09-01T07:57:00.001-04:002011-09-01T07:59:03.560-04:00Welcome SeptemberI think like most folks, I view September as a month of remembrances. Things that should not be forgotten. <br />
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I used to think of September as back to school time, but now that most traditional schools start back in August, I remember the days of a full summer ending after Labor Day. Aahh, Labor Day. Summer's last hurrah! Backyard celebrations, frisbee flying, and heralding shorter daylight hours. <br />
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I also remember at this time of year, that fall is on the way. Yes, it is still as hot as blue blazes during the day and cooler in the dark early morning hours. Have you ever noticed how many pretty webbies are being built during this time of year?<br />
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Okay, now that I am in a sweat which is NOT from the heat, let me continue with my remembrances. Ummm, I am blank. Just the thought of spiders and I am frozen in time. Why did I have to see that trip wire this morning? I remembered that September is spider month to me.<br />
Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-66733145000377885792011-08-30T06:48:00.001-04:002011-08-30T08:35:44.598-04:00Finished!Hello Folksies<br />
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Well, I finally finished the <a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/2005/06/pineapple-blossom.html">pineapple blossom </a>scrappy quilt that I began in July. The blocks were all machine stitched and then hand quilted. It is a nice size and I know someone who will be thrilled with a soft, fluffy quilt.<br />
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Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-11593229876860546052011-08-29T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-29T07:00:51.286-04:00A New Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5TfcsFaIcO0xk48PGVXq0W7ML8LXCLsDsLc78Iq2YynZKwTsUCWxbcJFteDzeUzC4HNIcOpj1VN3UccEZhtmEdO0LXCJ52Lasmcw7ADbk231wI-bB0zjjfk50IoR8oAiNzjWl1fC6sU/s1600/ec400102-pn01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5TfcsFaIcO0xk48PGVXq0W7ML8LXCLsDsLc78Iq2YynZKwTsUCWxbcJFteDzeUzC4HNIcOpj1VN3UccEZhtmEdO0LXCJ52Lasmcw7ADbk231wI-bB0zjjfk50IoR8oAiNzjWl1fC6sU/s400/ec400102-pn01.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Hello Folksies!<br />
Last week was an interesting week of weather on the Eastern Seaboard.<br />
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First, there was the earthquake in Virginia. Oh Gracious! It will be one of those moments where those who felt it will remember what they were doing and where. I know that I was in my bedroom, laying out a quilt to see what else was needed before I added the binding. Sis was with me. The shaking started and lasted a good 30 seconds. It is amazing to think what can be said and thought in merely a few seconds.<br />
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To add insult to anxiety, here comes Irene. <br />
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You know how the media loves a good disaster. 24/7 coverage was everywhere. I am thankful that the media and government seemed to take this would be monster as seriously as they did. Some people around the world have complained that we (the USA) didn't cover Libya and Ghaddafi and the rest of the world news enough. Oh good grief! Tell that to those who didn't heed the warnings and lost their lives to Irene's waters, winds. Tell that to those who are still without power, but thankfully because of the dire warnings were prepared with provisions. Tell that to those who are flooded with water and sand. Then look for Ghaddafi in a spider hole like Hussein hunkered down.<br />
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We here fared very well through all of last week, regardless of the weather. We lost power for a short while due to a downed tree. It will be a good addition to our woodpile for this winter. <br />
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I found it fascinating when I read that the last big quake that shook Va in 1897 (and it wasn't a 5.9) was followed by a hurricane. <br />
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Okay folksies, I am rambling and deterriorating as I do. The sun is coming up, birds are at my feeders, it is a brand new week and I am finally going to be finishing up a few projects this week. <br />
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Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-48261106102593963112011-08-16T08:21:00.001-04:002011-08-16T08:27:37.434-04:00Paper PiecingI started paper piecing out of desperation. I think I have shared with you that I was taught to quilt by my illiterate grandmother. I used cardboard cereal boxes as templates and looked at pictures. My blocks were not the most accurate and yet, I still love those old quilts. Since the invention of the internet (should I say a sarcastic thank you to Mr. Gore?), I have discovered that for all these years I have been doing everything WRONG! After hours of drooling, I am now the proud owner of a rotary cutter or two, a few cutting mats, and a quilt pattern library at my fingertips. Along the way I discovered paper piecing. Huzzah! I love to paper/foundation piece. It is a great for sharp points and accuracy. Lord knows I can use all the accuracy I can get. I love paper piecing. It is like coloring a picture with your fabric. If you can follow the numbers, you can certainly paper piece! Now generally speaking, most paper/foundation piecing patterns have a built in seam allowance for joining all your pieces together. However I have run into a few that require you to add the 1/4 inch yourself. Make certain you check this out before you jump in feet first. Ask me how I know. You may remember how enthusiastic I can be. Another thing to remember is to set your stitch gauge to a very short stitch. I like my setting at 1.6 or 1.8<br />
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Paper pattern ~ <i> I like to print out my patterns using construction paper or scrap pads from the $ Stores - lightweight and tear off very easily</i><br />
Assorted fabric scraps in various sizes<br />
Straight pins<br />
Iron<br />
Jack the Ripper<br />
Paper scissors<br />
Rotary cutter<br />
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When you are ready to sit for a bit and give this a try, first off look for an easy beginner block to try. <a href="http://www.quilterscache.com/QuiltBlocksGalore.html">Quilters Cache</a> has quite a few. The one I am using for this example is from <a href="http://www.lenzula.de/pattern/free/goodluckblock.php">Ula Lenz's</a> drool worthy site: <br />
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Using your paper scissors, cut the blocks apart but keep the small picture of the finished block handy. This is important if you have a tendency to get lost in the pattern or get interrupted frequently and forget what you are doing.<br />
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Place this piece right side up. In other words, wrong side of fabric to the back of the paper pattern.<br />
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Next you will begin to add your next piece. You will place this piece right side down. Your fabrics will now be right sides together. Sew on the line that says 2. once completed, flip over press and trim close to the seam. <i>Be sure you sew until you reach the seam allowance line. </i><br />
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A word of caution . . . Notice how much larger the scrap piece I am using is compared to the actual size on the template? I have learned to err on the side of caution when it comes to making sure the small scrap I am using will be enough to cover with plenty of seam allowance once it is flipped, pressed and trimmed.<br />
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Continue around your block, adding your fabrics.<br />
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One little puzzle block done and now I am on another one. <br />
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Here is where I show you where to trim: Can you see the seam where I have sewn? Fold back your paper<br />
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Once you have have all your little blocks sewn, it is time to get out the rotary cutter and mat<br />
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Trim them neatly with your spiffy rotary cutter on the outside seam line. I know your stitches don't reach that, but you will see why that matters in a minute<br />
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Now is the time it is a good idea to have your master block picture available for scrutiny. Almost like a jigsaw puzzle, right? Start matching your blocks and right sides together, sew them on the 1/4 inch seam. It may help to have a pin hold in place until you get started on the stitch.<br />
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Continue matching seams and soon you will have a gorgeous block with accurate points!<br />
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Bring back to your mat and finish cleaning those edges up. Voila!<br />
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A few things I would like to add here. First off, you may think you are going to have loads of wasted fabric. Once you get the hang of it, you really truly don't. I would suggest using dedicated scraps or really ugly fabric that you have stashed away to practice with. A really easy block to start with is:<br />
<a href="http://www.quilterscache.com/E/EconomyBlock.html">The Economy Block</a><br />
It is very helpful to press with a hot iron. I keep my iron at sitting level so I can swivel around and press those puppies.<br />
I am certain I could have taken a real step by step of each step. But there was no one to take pictures while I sewed the paper, and pressed the blocks. Just me. However, just get in your mind the visual image of me swivelling. That should make you smile enough to want to try your hand at paper piecing. It really is easy, addictive and makes your work look like you really know what you are doing.<br />
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Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-52348490422363844812011-08-05T07:32:00.000-04:002011-08-05T07:32:33.689-04:00A few good things about August<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v693/BSpence/garden%20delights/789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="639" width="493" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v693/BSpence/garden%20delights/789.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Mike Pasquel never liked me. He always told me he was gonna throw me in the river. I don’t know why he didn’t like me. Perhaps it was because I was a safety patrol crossing guard and looked real spiffy with my white belt. Perhaps it was because I made him wait until I stood in the middle of the road with arms and legs stretched out, shielding him and the rest of my peers.<br />
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Maybe he didn’t like me because sometimes I used my skates while wearing the patrol belt – a definite no-no – but I enjoyed showing off my skill of stopping on a dime. At the end of the 5th grade, when school was released for summer vacation, Mike actually did push me down the ravine into the river.<br />
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How I loved summer when I was a kid. We didn’t have air conditioning, heckfire shoot, not even a color tv. My NY Granny made sure we stayed outside all day long. We found shade trees to sit under and play board games in the hot afternoon sun. Early mornings and evenings were made for riding my bicycle or skating with my excellent pair of hand me down metal skates. They even had their own key! Huzzah! <br />
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The day that Mike Pasquel pushed me down that grassy slope, I was wearing my skates. I rolled, I tumbled and my right knee hit a stump, which in turn caused my skate to get hung up on it’s root. No one was around to hear my cry. I remembered every bad word I had ever heard in my life. Trust me, he was called every color of dirty dog there was. I even invented a few which I forgot totally about until I was married to my first husband. <br />
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A kid back then with these magic skates always had their skate key. Mine was tied on a shoelace and wore around my neck. My fat 11 year old fingers nimbly loosened the skate so I could free my foot. You should have seen my knee. It would take a whole bottle of mercurochrome to keep me from certain impetigo. I limped home, skates in hand, PF Flyers no longer clean. My soiled patrol belt would never be pristine again. My NY Granny saw me limping. She came with switch in hand, just knowing I had been up to no good. On closer inspection, Grandma knew I had come out on the losing end of this battle. <br />
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At times I would rather have taken a switching than to listen to my Grand parents. My Grandpop was from Denmark. He was like King Solomon, with his wisdom and Jewish wit. My Grandmother was neither Jew or witty. And she was never, bless her heart, politically correct. She knew that rotten Mike P. was in for it. Grabbing my arm, she dragged me to his house, confronted him, graphically questioned his father and mother’s heritage in no uncertain terms and in the end, I received a new pair of skates and a slimy handshake from my sworn enemy.<br />
That summer I never once used those skates. I wonder what ever happened to them. Probably in my mother’s attic. She never throws away anything.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-77426137703767967152011-07-28T19:07:00.000-04:002011-07-28T19:07:51.373-04:00EnthusiasmHi Folksies<br />
Another month has passed by. Summer has been very enthusiastic in her charms this year. After everyone, including myself, complaining about the long, cold winter, Summer has decided to show off all her glory. I enjoy the beauty of Summer. I sing sweet songs to her all Autumn, Winter and Spring. When Summer enters, I continue to sing of her beauty - after all, I love to garden. I do keep reminding her year after year to just skip August and beckon nature to bring me a sweet Fall. Sakes alive, August arrived early this year. Those dog days of summer, sweltering heat that only okra and peppers thrive in. My poor tomatoes are not doing as well as earlier. My squash has pretty much played out, cukes are finally saying adios. I have canned right much, the rest thrown in the deep freeze until I get cooled down enough to get the kitchen like a furnace again.<br />
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Summer isn't the only thing that can be enthusiastic. Take me for example. What I lack in excellence, I make up for in enthusiasm. I start each and every project from cleaning the house (did I just say that?), raising children, caring for my parents, sewing, quilting, gardening, with great gusto! Sure I make plenty of mistakes along the way. Always have, always will. I have a dear friend that never gets much accomplished because she wants everything perfect. Uh oh. She is the first to tell me when she sees one of my creations, "Well, you could have done it this way, or I would've done that or, or, or . . ." But she never will because the fear of imperfection is like that little cloud that followed the kid in the Peanuts cartoons. I love to learn and that means making mistakes here and there.<br />
My stitches aren't even, but heckfire shoot, I AM a Folk Artist. (I reaffirm this to myself regularly because it sounds official). Oopsy, getting off track again! Let me continue . . . <br />
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So, Summer ~ continue to sing your song. You have not been the perfect summer, <br />
missed the mark a few days here and there, been stingy with the rain once again, but your joy in keeping the heat of the sun focused on us, has been full of<br />
enthusiasm.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-4102259479556730472011-07-04T08:25:00.000-04:002011-07-04T08:25:03.751-04:00Happy Fourth of July!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORNpa3qFwUYjM2QXfqKqO5dTl8qAgi126ZxIjdh83BEdSVbOGdfNWKb3sxhviIajg47_0TqSG033BMhULlqM9uN6dr3xTIziGDBH9ZlP1qMEJPx2qRXi_FM5j4vZ1emFUoRQww2buA1I/s1600/july-fourth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORNpa3qFwUYjM2QXfqKqO5dTl8qAgi126ZxIjdh83BEdSVbOGdfNWKb3sxhviIajg47_0TqSG033BMhULlqM9uN6dr3xTIziGDBH9ZlP1qMEJPx2qRXi_FM5j4vZ1emFUoRQww2buA1I/s320/july-fourth.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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God Bless America! Thank God for Independence and Freedom!<br />
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Who doesn't love a holiday? Time off from work for most folks and in the summer it is always a great excuse to get together with friends and family to celebrate. We generally always have a big cook out at our place. We get a couple of charcoal grills going - love the smell of lighter fluid and charcoal - I know, don't write me that it is a carcenogenic; I am not worried about that stuff. We grilled out yesterday and after Luscious gets home from work, we will grill out again today! <br />
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I love not having to do more in a hot kitchen than I have to! I have already been busy canning and freezing what needs to be done. Our garden has been fairly productive this year. Lots of squash, tomatoes, peppers, beans, cukes, okra, corn are among the most prominent veggies. We have been fastidious about saving our heirloom seeds each year and I declare, each year the veggie patch gets better. <br />
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This past weekend Luscious and I had our hands full with trying to pick more of those yummy blackberries. We picked 2 gallons all total with more on the vines!<br />
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Our guests will be picking their own blackberries with an invitation to come back in another week to start on the blueberries that are just now starting to get sweetly ripe. Oh the delish mixed berry yummies I can make! <br />
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When I am not getting sweaty in the garden, I am busy working on more projects for gifting. One of the current quilty projects is called Pineapple Blossom. I am putting four squares together then hand quilting them. When completed it will go to one of the kids as a Christmas pressie.<br />
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Lots of hand stitching; nothing fancy at all but loads of fun. I am using various colors of DMC number 8 thread in plain old irregular running stitch to go with the scrappy look. I am grooving on this one, folksies.<br />
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Enjoy your holiday, give thanks for our brave men and women over the years and currently keeping us free. God Bless America!Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-42462969614573700812011-06-22T08:41:00.001-04:002011-06-22T14:56:19.244-04:00Scrappy quilt - a slow work in progress PLUS Blackberry Muffins!Hi folksies<br />
As you know, I generally have several irons in the fire at once. My mind just works that way. Also, I am a slow quilter. Last November, two sisters who are friends of mine, brought me a few sacks of shirts from their Dear Daddy's closet to make them remembrance quilts with. I have finished one, which I shared a few months ago:<br />
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There were some shirts left, so I got busy with cutting and sewing strips and scraps. I have been doing both of these quilts with my own Blondie version of Quilt as You Go method, hand stitching the blocks using some DMC 8 thread for accent. This is what I've accomplished so far:<br />
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Really grooving on the scrappiness of joining these shirts together. It is almost done, will most likely work on it some today while watching the infamous Casey Anthony trial. I tell my sister that we are like the old ladies in a Tale of Two Cities, busily knitting while crying for the guillotine. Yep, that's us. Stitch a few, shake our heads and then cry for Guillotine. Betcha didn't know I was so bloodthirsty! <br />
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Oh! Almost forgot! The blackberries are coming in like gangbusters! I made some delish Blackberry Muffins by combining a few recipes. Can I say a modest YUM! This is a KEEPER?<br />
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Blackberry Muffin Recipe<br />
Gather together:<br />
*2 1/2 cups all purpose flour<br />
* 1 Tbsp baking powder<br />
* 1/2 teaspoon baking soda<br />
* 1/2 teaspoon salt<br />
* 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon<br />
* 2 large eggs<br />
* 1 cup sour cream<br />
* 1 teaspoon milk<br />
* 1 cup sugar<br />
* 1 cup chopped walnuts (or pecans!)<br />
* 8 Tbsp warm melted butter (1 stick)<br />
* ½ teaspoon vanilla<br />
* 1 tsp lemon extract<br />
* Blackberries, cut in half<br />
* Brown sugar for topping<br />
Now, let's get going:<br />
Preheat oven to 400°F.Line your muffin tins with paper or grease it up<br />
Beat together eggs, sour cream, milk, sugar, butter and vanilla, lemon extract<br />
Combine the dry ingredients and nuts separately. I like to whisk my flour to lighten it a bit. Then join the liquid with the dry ingredients, CAVEAT : Don’t over do the mixing; you want the muffins to be light and melt in your mouth; not tough as Granny's old shoe. <br />
Now you can add the blackberries any which way you want to, but this is how I do it: Since our blackberries are bigger than my thumb, not only do I cut them in half, I add them to the muffins while in the tray. By that I mean, I add some batter, place some berries in, add some more batter and top with a nice slice of blackberry with some brown sugar covering the top of the muffin mix.<br />
Then bake for 15 minutes or so, depending on your oven and also on the size of your muffin tin.. <br />
These are soooooo good with coffee. It actually does have a coffee cake taste.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-41881037012728735682011-06-19T09:46:00.000-04:002011-06-19T09:46:23.172-04:00Happy Father's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOs_SKDb_LlXBsFw2VkumqIUnQz9YGph2hhEH3g_-Q7nhTZMSV_3MZ4CoVzjRDpxDzxrHBtTIIzy_DTE2cR_8BNhL5FPiAxontgIFJshnRWR5z2jVoj7lhbYVoXn-vxo0J3FjcFF8C46E/s1600/fathers-day-sample.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOs_SKDb_LlXBsFw2VkumqIUnQz9YGph2hhEH3g_-Q7nhTZMSV_3MZ4CoVzjRDpxDzxrHBtTIIzy_DTE2cR_8BNhL5FPiAxontgIFJshnRWR5z2jVoj7lhbYVoXn-vxo0J3FjcFF8C46E/s320/fathers-day-sample.jpg" /></a></div><br />
How often do we take the ones we love for granted? I think of this often and always tell my Luscious Man that I thank the Lord for him each day - that I never want to take him for granted, never want to take advantage of him, and each day, I most sincerely mean that I tell him all of these plus, that he is my double portion of joy. The Word of God says that out of your former shame God will give you a double portion of joy. (Isaiah 61:7) <br />
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I am thankful that this beautiful man is not only my husband but has claimed my children as his own. The children, now grown, cannot imagine a better Daddy. And not only has he been a blessing to the children and I, he has been an excellent son to my parents. How my Daddy loved him! He would call him his right arm and would tell me quite often how happy he was we found each other. <br />
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Now this is also the first Father's Day without my own wonderful Daddy. It is a bitternsweet day, as most "firsts" in the year following a loss. Last year, Luscious and I carried Daddy and Mom to Mabry Mill for Father's Day and we had a wonderful picnic, lots of happy stories from Daddy, and I even got up and flat footed a minute to some great blue grass. This delighted my Daddy as his mother loved to flat foot and taught me how. It was his last really good day. <br />
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I don't like to linger on sadness. I have been fortunate to have two wonderful men in my life who are my heros. My Daddy, who taught me to respect myself so that I could respect others, how to hoe a good row, make poor man's gravy, and most of all, Daddy taught me how to laugh at myself. That is an important thing that most don't ever learn. I am thankful to be the daughter and wife of country boys.<br />
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God bless each and every Daddy out there. Thank you for loving your wife and children, loving your country enough to stand up for it.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-3730018285237100342011-06-18T20:56:00.000-04:002011-06-18T20:56:11.466-04:00January to June 2011Here are just a few of the blocks and other assorted thingies for swaps and personal that I have made this year. As you can tell I like color, textiles and most of all fun<br />
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Been awhile once again since I posted. In my own defense, you know that when the weather turns to summer I will be busy in the garden. We have already been pulling some squash for a refreshing break from frozen veggies. What tastes better than FRESH from the GARDEN? The tomatoes are beginning to set their fruit and I can just taste those 'mater sammies! YUM.<br />
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My holly hocks and other perennial flowers are showing off again. I am also watching the growth of some Jerusalem Artichokes. I am intrigued by the whole concept of Jerusalem Artichokes. I have a very dear cousin who gifted me with a huge bag of these tubers/roots. They can be dug up and eaten like potatoes or just left to grow and spread like a tall blanket of sunflowers. Oh boy, y'all know I love my sunflowers! Once they get going, I will post some pictures.<br />
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I spent a few days last week in the hospital. Seems as if I got severely dehydrated from a horrible stomach virus. I thought I was on the mend when I started seeing all these spots in front of my eyes and fell with a loud thud on the floor, giving myself a concussion. <br />
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My head is still a bit sore to touch but the headaches have finally gone bye bye. Poor Luscious. He ran to where I was in a heap and scared the dickens out of him. He said my eyes were open and there was no Blondie in them. For five minutes he tried to wake me up and when I did I was quite upset that he woke me up! When he told me he felt the house shake when I fell, I knew the honeymoon was over, lol. Luscious is a good babysitter, although he tends to hover too much for my taste. He can make a mean bowl of jello and gatorade ice pops. <br />
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I have recently discovered a blog by a yummy young fella ~ <a href="http://theburlyquilter.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-aways.html?showComment=1308139828888#c5124729976292512508">The Burly Quilter</a>. He is running a contest right now<br />
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Memories. Some are good, some not so good. Most of us focus on the good ones. I know I do. As in the song now playing, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, some memories bring you back to that tender time in your life where memories are really all mixed up – The good ones, the bad ones, and how you choose to remember them.<br />
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I love stories like Babe or Charlotte’s Web. I can identify with those who champion the little pig, or any runt. When I was a little girl, we had a small farm. Nothing big, you understand. Just for our personal sustenance. Two particular instances stand out in my memory . . . besides growing our own veggies, we had a flock of chickens with the necessary nasty rooster and a pig that rivaled Wilbur.<br />
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I love chickens. If you have ever had chickens you can understand the story of Henny Penny and the sky is falling. They actually do run around at times as if the sky is literally is falling on them. Now as for that nasty rooster. Hmmm. What shall I say about him? Well, have you ever seen the movie True Grit with John Wayne? His name was Rooster Cogburn. I am assuming he was nicknamed that because he was not always in good humor, could be quite surly and meant business. While I loved the hens and biddies, I always disliked gathering eggs because that Cogburn of a Rooster would try to flog me. As I recall he was a bantie rooster of unknown origin. Wellsir, even at my tender age I knew his origin was really from somewhere south of Heaven. He was a devil to be certain. He would keep one eye on the ground, pretending to be foraging, the other on me, lulling me into a safe place in my mind, all the while timing his attack. <br />
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My solice during this particular period was taking care of Red, our pig. My Daddy always told me to never name livestock. But I couldn’t help but name that pig Red. He was a creamy color piglet and as he grew, he developed big red splotches like giant freckles, eventually becoming soft red.<br />
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I loved that piglet. I fed him, well actually back then we called it slopping, and I would rub his belly with a stick. When I would go out back, Red would come running. Once in the proximity of me, he would then roll over and wait for the belly scratching to commence. I would rub his soft ears and tell him all my woes with the rooster. Red, always the good listener would snort in agreement. I knew a gal in algebra who, when she laughed, sounded just like Red’s snort. Wonder where is she today and if she still snorts?<br />
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Oops, back to that rooster. One day, as I was first feeding the chicks so that I could gather their eggs, that rooster was doing his foraging as mentioned earlier. I was a much wiser little girl by then. I knew I needed to be fleet of foot and quick with the gathering.<br />
When I was almost out of the gate, thinking I was safe, here came that rooster. He pummeled me on my legs like a bowling ball. I dropped the eggs and tried to cover my face and hair. Daddy happened to be out back and witnessed that episode. He calmly went in the house, gathered his shotgun and came outside. He let the air out of that rooster. That is one reason why my Daddy has always been my Hero. He picked the carcass up and disposed of it. Like I said, my hero. Daddy, always the stoic said,<br />
“That rooster outlived his usefulness. I can get another not so mean.” However, after all these years and many other chickens, I have never found one that was anything but, well . . . rooster-ish! <br />
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Daddy was not the only one to observe my last shellacking of that fowl bird. So did Red.<br />
My pig did more than snort. He screamed. Have you ever heard a pig scream? I was Red’s friend and number one belly scratcher. He really didn’t care what I smelled like after wallowing in all that chicken mess. He loved me even more I liked to think.<br />
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We had Red for almost two years. He grew so large that he almost outgrew his own pen. <br />
When you lived on a farm, you realize that livestock is often sold or traded. I came home from school and my Granny told me that Red was gone, so I didn’t need to slop him.<br />
I cried for my friend. A few nights later, we had pork chops for dinner. Daddy and I couldn’t eat once we discovered that our meal was Red. Mom was the only one who enjoyed her dinner that night. I realized that was why you should never name your livestock.<br />
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I really don’t know how I got started on this essay, or really how to end it. But like I said, some memories are good, some are bad and some just meld together, like those halcyon summer days, gathering eggs, fighting that ornery rooster and making friends with a pig. I recently saw an ad on Craig’s List for a small pot bellied pig. Free to a good home. Likes his belly rubbed. Aw, Red. I can’t convince Luscious that I need a pig. Maybe one day.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-79639229333885074932011-05-04T07:15:00.000-04:002011-05-04T07:15:43.680-04:00I can't keep a secret . . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMUJwxx3BOrxfI7ceYdIX2OOikYM2rrB3t_VlpKnLW17fQ2yJF-8y_EFGQMwuOpr4GRsgZYeOaXUEaQ9SI32ITvWHtDNz9IA5Rqc6jWLVUZ7DBpv_01rImOEIbxWJtQSzyb2yd-Z0CFg/s1600/can%2527t+keep+a+Secret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="233" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMUJwxx3BOrxfI7ceYdIX2OOikYM2rrB3t_VlpKnLW17fQ2yJF-8y_EFGQMwuOpr4GRsgZYeOaXUEaQ9SI32ITvWHtDNz9IA5Rqc6jWLVUZ7DBpv_01rImOEIbxWJtQSzyb2yd-Z0CFg/s320/can%2527t+keep+a+Secret.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! I don't often share my deepest, darkest secrets. But I have to whisper this one to you. Come closer . . . . a little bit closer . . . . <br />
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I am a slow quilter. A plodding piecer of blocks. A slow sorter of scraps. I am however an excellent ripper of seams. My seam ripper has a name. It is Jack. I can sew the most wonderful one quarter inch seam, only to have it not line up correctly, so Jack to the rescue.<br />
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It goes without saying then, that I am not a speed demon. I blame myself, really. First of all, I wanted to blame the internet because when I see all the prolific quilters online with their completed projects day after day, totes, mug rugs, quilts of all sizes and types, I wonder how they do it? Do they set aside an hour or two, a day or a month? I use a minute timer and keep myself on task by giving myself a set amount of time to help me accomplish the dailies of my day. When do they clean or cook? How do they manage the laundry and kid's soccer games? I hang my head down and ask myself, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Then I go to my sewing area and strive to keep myself motivated to not feel a bit blue. Blue? I think I have a whole bin of assorted blues . . . <br />
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I also have adult A.D.D. Of course I do. I walk into my sewing studio, armed with block patterns in hand and begin to pull out the fabrics that I want to use. Why is it that I have all this fabric but when it comes to putting a few together I hate all the fabric I have. And then while I am picking through, I get nostalgic about some silly 5 inch charm that I can't find the perfect mate for. I can spend hours doing this. Then I dig through the mountain of fabrics I have pulled out to find the patterns I came downstairs with originally. It should also be shared that after all this time I am exhausted, and forgotten just what I was intending to do to begin with. There is really no hope.<br />
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I find it difficult to stay on task. I work better with a task ahead of me. But I do get sidetracked. Sigh. I make a master list each month of which block goes to whom in the various swaps I am in. And the process starts all over again. <br />
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I am living proof that not all Blondes are pin heads. I raised three children into well fed neurotic, although not quite thumb sucking, adults. I worked three jobs for more years than I can remember to keep them well fed, a roof over their heads and gently used second hand clothes to wear. Except I always purchased new underwear for them. See, there I go again. Dang! See how my mind works? It wanders down a path, chasing each thought until it reaches a wall and says Whoa! You really didn't need to know about their new underwear. Is that why I am so affectionately known as Blondie? <br />
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There is really no hope. I have given up since I know my brain while not exactly mushy, gets overwhelmed by so much sensory overload. Well, folksies, it is time to once again go down to my sewing studio and start picking up the fabric pieces again. I have two patterns to contemplate. I think I remember that bin of blues, but, then I think this pattern requires a gutsy, vibrant translation. It's a good thing I have learned to master the minute timer.Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845513680952023284.post-70879030860015872902011-05-02T06:27:00.000-04:002011-05-02T06:27:48.740-04:00God Bless America<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73PErmAfUqkekqExABe9ubOrLZ1Yh1clpvpuOu9Txj7l3-PDGtGfuLwFp1tBmggR9PQ_iahc9Ojf-UASDK5228ZH8B1KYbsbeTJTa7vev7Xg6mFx1uKbeGbLL5m3xBeVCiujuzO2yXjU/s1600/FCDC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="315" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73PErmAfUqkekqExABe9ubOrLZ1Yh1clpvpuOu9Txj7l3-PDGtGfuLwFp1tBmggR9PQ_iahc9Ojf-UASDK5228ZH8B1KYbsbeTJTa7vev7Xg6mFx1uKbeGbLL5m3xBeVCiujuzO2yXjU/s320/FCDC.jpg" /></a></div>Blondie ~ Vintage Primitiveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12480952803372244269noreply@blogger.com2