Actually, it should be a “piecing” update. This weekend I completed the construction of the blocks for the new quilt top. I’ve posted a picture of four of the blocks in an earlier entry.
The quilt top calls for 42 blocks which are 12 x 12 inches. There will be six blocks across and seven rows down when the blocks are sewn together. This week I have to put up a flannel design wall, and pin the blocks up in the order they will be assembled. I’ll sew the blocks into rows, and then assemble the rows. This quilt will have two borders in medium and darker blue, and I think the binding will match the outer border. I have to choose a backing fabric, and a batting, and then it can be sent off to the ladies who machine quilt for me.
I was sewing along at lightning speed this morning, only to find that I was one block short of my goal. I pieced together some of the scraps of batik and made two more blocks, so I have one to spare. If it isn’t used, I’ll make a pillow out of the block.
When the quilting is done, I’ll try to post a picture of the quilt.
Daily Archives: February 22, 2004
A Rut
I’m in a damned rut! My sense of humor has gone missing. Mother has always said I didn’t have a sense of humor, and now I can’t find it to prove to her that I have one.
I didn’t notice it was missing until I started reading some really funny blogs, and all my responses sound like someone’s ready-to-retire HomeEc teacher.
Is a sense of humor related to hormones? I’m willing to consider HRT if it will give me back my sense of humor.
One Toot and yer Ooot!
Unfortunately, EVERYONE in my household would be “ooot” in no time.
It’s no secret that I enjoy cooking. And, you all know that we are embracing the diabetic diet in this house. To that end, we are cutting carbs and fats and trying to increase the fiber. Unfortunately, our bodies are having a field day with the extra fiber. I’m happy to say that my mother has us all whipped into shape, and no one is allowed to entertain following dinner.
Day Dreams
Do you have an alternate existance in your mind? A place where you can see yourself living your life, other than your current reality?
I suppose we all do. Zephraim Cochrane, in Star Trek “First Contact” saw himself on a beach in Polynesia surrounded by naked women. Dear Husband dreams of boats and sailing around the world.