I just LOVE this little fishy quilt that came in the mail on Christmas Eve (by the way, the quilt is straight, it's the camera operater who's impaired!). This is Under the Sea by my friend Julie Huffman and she made it for me in our little bag o' stuff challenge with Melissa. Hopefully if you click on the picture to get a bigger version, you'll see how Julie's free motion quilting makes the strips of fabric look curvy. Julie is a very talented and prolific traditional quilter. Melissa and I are trying to corrupt her with beads and trinkets. Hee hee. This quilt was really a departure for her and I think she met the challenge beautifully. 

See, I TOLD you I sucked at art in grade school! Yes, it's a bad picture, but it's also a really ugly lump of clay that's supposed to be a wreath. My darling mother saved all my humble offerings and they all go on the tree every year. At least she has enough discretion to hide the really bad clay ones over on the side of the tree. 

A very early artistic effort by yours truly. This one is growing on me...I think it looks very Modern. Hee hee. 

Dad put silly notices like this on several of the packages he wrapped this year. He collects records and everyone gets a box of cool records from him every year. This box was for Dave and I and it contained the cover of the first Bo Diddley album. There was a different record inside when he found it, so he wrapped up another package, with another silly notice, that contained a tape of the first 2 Bo Diddley records. He said he gave those presents to both of us to prevent anyone from saying "that's not fair!" 

Here I am with my cousin Jennifer. She's an archaeologist and she lives in New Mexico so I had to hurry and get a picture before she went back home to dig up more stuff. 

The value of making a start

Yesterday morning when I got up, I put some butter in a bowl. My watering pot episode was still in the unseen future and I was optimistic about the baking, so I set out some butter to soften up for the sugar cookie dough. And then last night, when I was completely drained, when reading a book and reading blogs and napping were all unable to hold my attention, when I was done whimpering on my own blog, I wandered downstairs to see what Dave was doing and there was the butter in the bowl. So I thought, "ok, well, I'll just dump the shortening in there with it." And then I read the recipe again and thought "hmm, this doesn't look too bad." And the next thing I knew, I was completely absorbed in mixing up the dough. And when I'd wrapped it up and put it in the freezer to chill, I made a batch of 7 layer bars. And then, still very tired, but feeling a great deal better, I put some more butter in the bowl and went to bed.

In which I become a worn out watering pot

We buried Grandma today. I was really doing quite well with the whole thing until the service started and then I turned into a gigantic watering pot. We had a vigil service first and I must say that I find the repetition of the rosary to be tremendously comforting. I decided at the last minute to write down what I could remember of my blog post about Grandma from last Friday and I got up and read it at the end of the funeral. I bawled the whole way through and barely got it out, but my darling husband was very nice and told me it was lovely and that I did fine. Then my wonderful mother spoke very calmly and eloquently about Grandma's life after Alzheimer's and how she was different, but she still enjoyed life and was still a lovely and loving person. After the interment, we went out to lunch and my cousin Jennifer and I had a lovely visit with Trudy, Grandma's best friend since high school. And now I'm left feeling completely wrung out and exhausted. Dave is downstairs wrapping presents and there is baking to do but I haven't got any gumption. Perhaps it would be better to take a nap and try again tomorrow?

Look! I made something!

They're wood, not fabric, but I did manage to make these little ornaments this week. They were inspired by an article in the current issue of Somerset Studio and will make nice little gifties for some coworkers. Love those alphabet stamps!

Treats!

Kimberley Baxter Packwood has a sale going on at her webstore, The Prairie Fibers Company, so I treated myself to this experimental embroidery pack. YUMMY!

AshLee Ate My Still Life

Ash asked if she could eat a banana before I had a chance to do my third contour drawing to finish the first 3 exercises from Color and Composition for Quilters, so here we have an apple, two oranges, a banana and a banana peel. Sadly, I spent the most time on this exercise and like it the least. I usually do "sketchier" lines and I was trying to do bigger, bolder strokes. Obviously need more practice at that. Not a big fan of the contour drawing exercise. I think I learned more about looking at line and shape from the upside down drawing exercise in Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. Now that was a revelation! Drawing is something I want to do more of and improve on. I know from quilting that practice has a miraculous way of improving a skill, so a goal for 2006 is to do a lot more drawing.

Here's the semi-blind contour drawing. I like the line of the bananas and the shadow of the apple and orange actually looks more like a shadow in this one than in the other two. Not sure why I want to squish such nice round fruit into such flat ovals. 

Here's my blind contour drawing. Ash is taking art this year and when I showed her this she said "oh, I hate doing those." Yeah, ditto, although of the three exercises, I actually like the results of this one best. It seems more spontaneous. Also, that top orange part really looks like an octopus head. 

Grandma Jean

I left work early today to attend my Grandma Jean's last rites. Her life is drawing to a close and I find my mind is full of happy memories that make me feel like crying. She is the last of my four wonderful, unique and loving grandparents (I was lucky enough to know some of my great-grandparents too!), but in many ways she has been gone for a long time. She has advanced alzheimer's disease and I know that her death will in some ways be a blessing. But it still hurts. A lot.

Grandma Jean was the best of grandmas in all the ways that grandmas are the best. She made the best sugar cookies ever and her cookie jar was always full. She sewed clothes for me and my Barbie and she always served bean soup with goldfish crackers for my lunch. She and Grandpa didn't have a lot of extra money, but she started putting money in a savings account when I was born for me to go to college. She paid my room and board for my freshman year. She was always full of hugs and kisses, she read me books, she and Grandpa took me on trips. Most of all, she loved me, always and everywhere, no matter what. I can still hear the pride in her voice when she introduced me to people and said "this is my granddaughter!" What a wonderful thing it is to be loved like that! Godspeed Grandma Jean. I love you so much. Kiss Grandpa for me when you get there.

Reasons...

Reason #732 (yes, I pick the numbers at random) why I love Dave: When he asks why I asked him to buy two bananas (said bananas being on the living room floor after Pistol dismantled my still life) and I say "so I could draw them" he thinks this is a perfectly reasonable and logical answer.

Reason #435 why I love living in Cheney, Washington: There was a knock on the door last night at about 7:30. I heard music outside and thought it must be the city firemen. They have a tradition of decorating their trucks with lights and driving through the neighborhoods, blasting holiday tunes and passing out candy canes. But it wasn't the firemen, it was a group of Christmas carollers, walking through the neighborhood, singing holiday tunes and passing out candy canes. They gave us some candy canes and sang us a song. It was really lovely. About half an hour later, the firemen came by. Now we're well stocked with candy canes and warm fuzzy feelings about our town.

December Simple Still Life

OK, so I'm a bit directionally challenged lately. I didn't do the Simple Still Life challenge in November, because there just simply were not five things alike that were remotely interesting appearing in my life. December's challenge is capture the light. I've been thinking about this all week and there's no getting around the fact that it's the quality of light OUTSIDE that has me fascinated right now. I like to lament the lack of color outside in the winter, but to be honest, a blanket of snow does all kinds of interesting things to the landscape. So, I failed at putting together a still life and instead I offer these two landscapes. After the snow last week, we went in the deep freeze. The cold is miserable, but I LOVE the sparkly ice crystals in the snow. No clue what will come of this or the tree photo below, but I did manage to capture two visual images that I've always loved.

We have tons of these big tall pines growing naturally throughout this area. I've always loved the sillouette they make against the night sky. Standing in my front yard facing east, I've captured the first hint of sunrise through the trees. 

On the Injured Reserve List

I was going to post a picture of a dislocated shoulder to illustrate the reason why nothing much is happening around here this week, but when I did a google image search, the results were just too gruesome. Plus, the one website I looked at had all kinds of dire warnings about how you have to go to the doctor to have your dislocated shoulder properly reduced. These people have obviously never had a dislocated shoulder and don't understand that it hurts like $#%&^#$ and the only way to stop the pain is to reduce the damn thing and not sit around for 3 hours waiting for a doctor to do it. There was also a funny little bit about a "test" that doctors do to see if you have a chronic shoulder dislocation problem. They fake like they're going to dislocate your shoulder and if you exhibit fear then they believe you when you say that your shoulder is fond of popping out of the socket. Ha ha. Cute.

Well, that was a very longwinded way of saying that after ten years of good behavior, my right shoulder dislocated Tuesday night. I was in my car, reaching back at a funny angle, trying to put my backpack on the back seat. Yeah, I know. Having some experience with this phenomenon, I put it back myself after only a minute or two of panic. Oh yeah, I was parked when it happened so there wasn't any driving off the road or crashing or anything. Anyway, my shoulder hurts and I'm still "exhibiting fear" that it will slide right out again, so not much going on around here. Lucky for me I checked out a couple of books from the library Tuesday at lunch. Just in time for forced relaxation!

June 2004 journal quilt. Trying an exercise form the newest issue of Quilting Arts: drop lots of cool threads and fibers on a piece of fabric, cover with a sheet of wonder under and fuse some tulle on top. And how about some little snippets of fabric to approximate the lupine blooming in the front yard? Better add some gold foil before the tulle goes on...then quilt and add lots of beads! Love the texture of this piece. 

Meme - one thing I can't live without...

Caity posted this meme - post an image of one silly thing you can't live without. I don't drink coffee, so (other than chocolate) this represents my daily caffeine intake. One can of Coke, preferably Vanilla.

Lazy Saturday

I was going to say lazy Saturday morning, but by the time I finish writing this, it won't be morning anymore. We're enjoying our first Saturday WITH AshLee but WITHOUT getting up early to drive somewhere in quite a while. Ash got up at 8, she was so excited to spend the morning lounging on the couch watching tv. A little later we'll head in to town to see Harry Potter, but for now we're just enjoying the lounging.

Winter moved in for good this week and we have about 8 inches of snow covering everything. I was going to take a picture to post on the blog, but it's too cold and I'm too busy lounging.

I got two new quilting books this week, Color and Composition for the Creative Quilter by Katie Pasquini Masopust and Brett Barker and Nature's Studio by Joan Colvin. Wow, I'm in love with both of these books! Nature's Studio is a wonderfully chatty discussion about developing a personal style. I've been doing quite a bit of mental thrashing around about this subject and this book is providing quite a bit of the guidance I've been looking for. As for Color and Composition, it's like Art 101 in a book for art-uneducated quilter wannabes like me. Instead of short abstract discussions about principles like line, balance, etc., it offers a series of simple exercises that actually demonstrate how to use composition and color principles. I could feel light bulbs popping on over my head just reading through some of the exercises. Understanding these concepts in the abstract is all well and good, but knowing how to apply them to design something is something completely different. I think the exercises in this book may just help me make the connection between understanding the concepts and being able to use them. Yippee!

And now, for something completely different, please go say hi to my buddy Melissa, who was just added to the Artful Quilters blogring this week!