Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Colorful days

I remember the days of hours stretched out ahead and activities for little hands to fill those hours. Like blowing bubbles on warm spring days. Or drawing with chalk on the sidewalk. Those days were yesterday and eons ago simultaneously. My girls are teenagers. Our days are very, very full. Snapping pictures of pretty snippets found in our busy days keeps me in the moment and not fretting about the next. Colorful. Full. Loud. Hectic.



Monday, May 1, 2017

May Moda Skill Builder Blocks

May 1st means it's time to make to May Moda Skill Builder Blocks.  Twelve flying geese blocks made into three blocks. Done!

I'll revisit this project on June 1st. Maybe then I'll list all the Moda Bella fabric colors that I'm using in mine.


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Competing for my attention

I wake up everyday with lists of things I want to do. I want to paint with watercolor. I want to fiddle in my greenhouse. I want to watch the birds and photograph them. I want to walk around my yard and see what is blooming (Posey Patrol! #poseypatrol) I want to sew. I want to watch my kids play soccer with the beautiful mountain back drop. I want to put my feet in a river while I look for rocks rounded with rushing water. I want to eat fried chicken on a quilt sprawled across the spongy forest floor. I want to watch the wind blow the Dogwood blooms across the grass. I want to gather lilac bouquets and put them in every room in the house. I want to watch the ants work at opening the peony buds. Get ice cream with the family. Hike to abandoned farmsteads with rock walls and forgotten orchards.

Goodness gracious. Spring is delightful.

I'm off to do more of the above. Hope you are too.


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Rope ladder

Have you ever climbed a rope ladder? You get your foot onto the first rung and tighten your grip on the ropes. Are you supposed to pull with your arms or push with your legs? You climb a few rungs and then the whole contraptions starts to swing in the air. Unless it's up against a brick wall, in which case you just start banging the wall. You start to get the hang of it and find a rhythm for a rung or two. And then your muscles are burning with exhaustion because it's really, really hard. You can't concentrate on anything but the current task at hand. One arm up. One leg up. Repeat. And don't forget to breathe.

Prom 2017. Senior addition. With college decisions looming and high school graduation within sight.

I can see the end of the rope ladder. But I think I'll just hang right here. For as long as absolutely possible.


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Hall bath renovation

Tile fitting of our house built in 1950. Searching for vintage plumbing parts to make a gorgeous sink from 1946 operational. Trim and paint. Currently at a stand still while Razor races, the oldest goes to prom, soccer and track season march onward, and I make super, scrappy pineapple quilt blocks like a crazy person.

It'll be so pretty. Eventually.


Saturday, April 1, 2017

April Moda Skill Builder Blocks

This year I've been making the Moda Skill Builder Quilt from Fat Quarter Shop. This is a February through November project wherein each month I make the blocks that correspond to that month. You can see February's blocks more closely here. March blocks can be seen here.

April's blocks are the Pineapple Blocks that I made in pinks with an orange center. The Moda Skill Builder pattern calls for three 8" blocks and four 10" blocks. And, as any good quilt sampler should, making those blocks inspired me to start an entire Pineapple Block quilt!

If you follow me on Instagram, then you know I've become a woman obsessed with making these super scrappy blocks. There's even a hashtag.... #superscrappypineapple . 

I haven't looked ahead to see what the blocks are for May, but if the past months are any indication, I'm going to love them.


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Germinate haiku

Fingers in the dirt.
Busy hands. Much time to think.
You will find me there.

Haiku is fun. It always makes me feel like a poet and appear to be a deep thinker. I don't know that I'm either when I'm working with seeds and dirt and water and sunlight. But watching a seed no bigger than grain of sand emerge from soil and eventually feed my family does more than just fill our bellies. It soothes my soul.