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I try to be a rather optimistic person. So when we planned on my being out of the office for a week we figured I would be able to drive somewhat after that… Lisa’s husband had a complete ankle reconstruction three weeks ago and is driving happily with...
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Occasionally I am asked why I quilt. That’s a hard question to answer. There are the obvious responses… I love the creativity, The sense of peace I gain, The relaxation benefits, I create something my family will enjoy, blah blah blah… Somehow all those...
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When I started to write this I sat down and waited for my inspiration... after a few moments, still waiting... and few more moments, still waiting. You see, Lisa and Avalon had the audacity to BOTH go on vacation this week. I'll dispense with the...
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Gray hair. Love it or hate it it’s inevitable. We all will have some sooner or later. I would like to take some time to state my case in FAVOR of the lonesome little gray hair. The poor little things are hated, feared, ripped out and hidden. I remember...
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I have a quilter in the making. My baby girl LOVES the quilting process… especially the cutting. I’m sure you can see where this is going to go… and you’re right. Princess Gwyn has taken to the cutting process like the proverbial duck to water. At the...
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When was the last time you stopped and listened to your surroundings? I mean Really listened? When I was in my early twenties and living in florida attending college for recording engineering, we were taught a small trick to listen for when an album sounds...
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The other day a thought came to mind. When exactly can one call oneself a quilter? Is it after completing the first quilt? Is it when you have been at it for thirty years or more and are judged by others a true master of the art? I think it is actually...
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You know those moments in the movies where the actors have a moment that their (and our) breaths catch? It goes something like this. Imagine the scene: The actress walks into a field of wildflowers, looks around and a sudden gust of wind blows all the...
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Alrighty, I have a confession to make. I am a seasonal quilter. Oh, I quilt year-round mind you. The questions is... HOW I quilt. In the fall I love nothing more than sitting at my machine piecing my tops while there is a large batch of soup on stove...
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Every once in a while I will come across someone that thinks I am rather... unique, shall we say. While I am the first to admit that I have a view on the world that marches to not only a different drummer... darlin' I have a whole band. I have to...
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A few weeks ago while the majority of my family was in town, my sisters and I were looking at Mom’s quilting room. One after another would be brought out and questions were asked. “When was this made?” “How did she choose her fabrics?” “What was her inspiration...
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Yesterday Lisa got a crash course in online maps. Lisa, Avalon (the away team) and I came down to Portland to attend a quilt show put on by The Northwest Quilters. This weekend is also the annual Rose Parade. Being the country girls that we are, we printed...
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Alrighty, I just can’t help myself. I simply have to make a top ten list… You know you are a quilter if : 10. You have threads all over yourself and all your friends carry tape around to clean you up..wait, who are we kidding all our friends are just...
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Recently Lisa and I were packing her daughter's apartment. Jenny had just graduated with her BA and will be heading off to Pharmacy school soon. Jenny was feeling a bit of sadness over leaving the place she had called home for her College life, as...
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“Hey mom, can I have a peanut butter and bee barf sandwich?” “Uh- wha…?” “YOU KNOW, bee barf. When bees collect the pollen they come back to the hive and , well, you know that’s how honey is made.” “Ah, I see. Sure. I’ll bring it over in a sec.” “I know...
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