Friday, February 5, 2016

boney maroney

massdrop is a very, very bad habit to get into - it's not like i don't have enough trouble with impulse buying - it is so very easy to hit the commit button and then forget about it till i get the package and wonder what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks i was thinking?!?
and that is exactly what happened when a fat quarter bundle for Chillingsworth's Bicycle Race was offered...
this one is for Traveling Man...
i can see right through you
the pattern is adapted from Grand Stand by Mountain Peak Creations 
and the quilting (old bicycles - so cool) is by Liz Bowman in Milan, Michigan

there was a bunch of fabric leftover from the bundle that i knew i would never, never, EVER use, so i pieced all of it together for the backing...

all yall are outta here

and i'll be happy to see HIM leave the premises...

Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue
got the rockin' pneumonia
got the boogie woogie flu, hey
James Taylor - Suite for 20G


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

today

was a snow day...

and i found myself pondering
yes, pondering - in public, no less 
if beauty really IS in the eye of the beholder...
beautiful or ugly?
beautiful or ugly?
beautiful or ugly?

i  know what i think ... what do YOU think?!?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give the beholder a punch in the eye.
anonymous

to be happy in life

you must learn the difference between what you want versus what you need...

i need one of these...

Go Broncos!!!

Sunday, January 31, 2016

numb3rs

and the numbers for Eight Squared are as follows:

3264 separate pieces of fabric for each rose
plus 49 setting squares for the middle
plus 28 setting triangles for the sides, top and bottom
plus 4 setting triangles for the corners
for a grand total of 3345 pieces - not including the borders

the paper-pieced rose pattern can be found here

and the numbers for me are as follows:
2 to the sixth
which is 4 to the third
which is 8 to the second
which is 1 times 64
which is 2 times 32
which is 4 times 16
which is 64 free trips around the sun
which is 23,360 days, not including Leap Years
which is 560,640 hours give or take 384
which is 33,638,400 minutes give or take 23,040
which is 2,018,304,000 seconds give or take 1,382,400

which makes me a billionaire twice over...


When I get older losing my hair, 
Many years from now. 
Will you still be sending me a Valentine 
Birthday greetings bottle of wine. 

If I'd been out till quarter to three 
Would you lock the door, 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I'm sixty-four 
You'll be older too, 
And if you say the word, 
I could stay with you. 
I could be handy, mending a fuse 
When your lights have gone. 
You can knit a sweater by the fireside 
Sunday morning go for a ride, 
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, 
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I'm sixty-four 
Every summer we can rent a cottage, 
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear 
We shall scrimp and save 
Grandchildren on your knee 
Vera, Chuck and Dave 
Send me a postcard, drop me a line 
Stating point of view 
Indicate precisely what you mean to say 
Yours sincerely, wasting away 
Give me your answer, fill in a form 
Mine for evermore 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me. 
When I'm sixty-four
John Lennon and Paul McCartney

eight squared

my mom was the best when it came to celebrating our birthdays ... there was always a birthday cake with a candle for each year (plus one to grow on) and birthday dinners and singing the happy birthday song and presents and hugs and kisses... 
she worked so hard to get me here, and then to raise me up...
i had no idea of how hard being a mom is till i had my own kids...
 which was when i started giving her pink roses for my birthday 
because pink is my favorite color of rose 
and that made the giving about both of us...

 the first year that she was gone from this Life my birthday was really, really sad... 
i took pink roses to the cemetery and told both of my parents 
thank you for being my mom and dad...
and i've done the same every year since... 


anywho...
a year ago i decided to make myself a quilt of pink roses for my next birthday...

i bought yards and yards of blue-with-pink-dots batik fabric 
and searched the stash for pinks and pinks and more pinks ... and bought a yard of every pink Fairy Frost that i could find on line and in quilt shops...
gotta have me some pink flamingos  
when i bought this batik a couple of years before that particular herb became legal in Colorado,
Auntia asked me, "When are you ever gonna use that?!?" 
and now i have an answer
strawberries and roses - what's not to love?!?

piecing the 64 roses took all summer...

 and piecing them together was another couple of weeks ... it would have taken a lot less time if i had noticed that some of those roses weren't pointing in the right direction BEFORE i sewed all the rows together... 

then i bought more yards and yards of pink Lakehouse hydrangea petals to piece the backing ... and sent it off to Liz for quilting with thorny roses... 

and trimmed it... 

and bound it...

all together now...
eight times eight is sixty-four
8 roses wide by 8 roses long, with one...
to grow on
on the back so i could write a message from me to me...

all that planning and spending and piecing and quilting (thank you, Liz, for not giving up on the Great Pink Thing) and binding and being absolutely CERTAIN that it was gonna look way cool once it was on my bed was followed by 
what the?!? what is wrong?!? why don't i lurve it?!? 

and then i remembered...
Grams Bear - in tribute to my mom
okay, that's better...


All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
Oscar Wilde

Saturday, January 30, 2016

sun of a...

flower...

remember when i whined 
(and don't say which time?!? cuz i'm about to tell you) 
about the crocheted snowflake afghan and how much it bothered me that the pattern called for octagons instead of hexagons and i ended up giving it to Auntia?
no?
doesn't anyone ever listen to what i have to say?
no?
what's up with that?!?

anywho...
i was wandering around JoAnns a year or so ago and found a pattern for a crocheted sunflower afghan in the book This Land Is Our Land by Lion Brand ... the entire book is afghans made with Lion Brand Heartland yarns with color names like Black Canyon and Yellowstone and Joshua Tree and Glacier Bay and Kenai Fjords ... so i took the book with me and wandered over to the yarn ... oh yeah, the yarn colors were just as awesome as their names ... but, as is ALWAYS the case at JoAnns, they didn't have enough of any of the colors except the brown to actually MAKE an afghan ... so i found the yarn on line at Fabric.com - and ordered it... 
and received the wrong weight (it comes in worsted and chunky - i needed worsted) of yarn... 
and sent it back and reordered it and received the wrong weight of yarn... 
and sent it back and reordered it and received the wrong weight of yarn...
and sent it back and reordered it and received the wrong weight of yarn...
and by that time i had made all of the brown centers and needed some stinking yellow and green...
 i was getting really, really frustrated...

so i ordered it from JoAnns online...

the yarn arrived and all the dye lots matched and all of the skeins were the correct weight and the colors were awesome and i put it all away cuz it had been months since the original wander and i just didn't care anymore...

and then we painted the walls that buttery yellow and our crocheted afghans really, really didn't go anymore...

and it was autumn and it was getting colder and colder...

and my fingernails were being bitten down to the quick watching my Broncos play football and i needed something to keep my hands occupied...

so i brought out all that yarn and now i have this ... 
pretty little sunflowers all in a row

woo hootie hoo!

The sunflower is mine, in a way.
Vincent Van Gogh

Friday, January 29, 2016

socks on a rooster

i needed two pillow shams cuz the new quilt (yep - a new quilt for ME - more on that to follow) that i made for my bed isn't long enough to fold over my pillows... 
pillow shams should have a tight, tailored fit, right?!? 

not for me - i wanted my pillow shams to be loosey goosey... 

but not in a bad way
like socks on a rooster...

rolling the credits...

the paper-pieced rosebud pattern can be found here and was worth every penny...

and the quilting - well, the quilting is by Liz Bowman of Milan, Michigan and is totally way cool...

quilted back - garlands and thorny roses - awesomesauce

i dunno what i would do without her awesomeness...
yep, she's the icing on the cupcake!!!


and, seriously, a cupcake without icing is a muffin... 

not that a muffin is a bad thing... 

but it isn't a cupcake, now is it?!?