A giveaway for a great cause!

All you readers already know about my miscarriage. And I really appreciated the support you gave me during that difficult time. There's another blogger who recently had a miscarriage, and she received support from a local group to whom she is trying to give back - The Santa Barbara Birth Center. Apparently, the people there helped her through HER tough time, so she is raising money for them, and raffling off a Singer Featherweight and a bunch of fabric in the process.

Seems like a great cause to me, and a win-win proposition; I encourage you to check it out here!

In the red

While in the parking lot at the pool yesterday, Jason lost another tooth - his second in two weeks, and the fourth lost tooth in the family in the last 6 weeks. If they keep losing teeth at this rate, they are going to bankrupt me!

Speaking of being in the red, after we returned home from the pool, I went down to the quilt studio determined to sew together the rows of my ribbon quilt so I could get it off my design wall. But I had just a tiny bit of red thread on a spool on the machine left over from my CD holder project so I decided to sew together some of my red 1.5" squares to use that up before switching spools. Well, I got carried away.

I love making words with these scraps. I'll never make a dent in my stash or my scraps if I keep using such tiny pieces, but this was a fun exercise. The beginnings of a color quilt perhaps...

The ribbon quilt remains on the design wall, untouched.

Color in my car

First of all, I screwed up my courage and called the longarm quilter about my missing quilt. No answer, but I left a message. Keep your fingers crossed. I mentioned being concerned that it was taking so long to get back to me and being left with no choice but to take further action to recover my quilt. Vague, I know, but hopefully she will realize that I REALLY want my quilt back.

Yesterday, I was clearing everything out of my car in preparation for getting it detailed today. (YAY!!! Right now it is icky. It is my fault for letting the kiddos eat and drink in the car, but we spend so much time in the car, it seems unfair to not allow it.) Anyway, I noticed that my Sun Visor CD Holder straps were all stretched out and that it just hung from the visor, probably partially impeding my vision. I need a new one. I know they are only about $1 to buy, but where is the fun in that? So I made one.

It took me much longer than it probably should have - perhaps I should have looked online for a pattern. But I like figuring things out on my own. If I were to make another one, I would

• make more CD slots (mine only has 9, but that is because of how I wanted the pattern repeat of the fabric on the pockets),
• use one pieces of bias binding all the way around instead of binding each side separately (and make curved edges to help facilitate that),
• use wider elastic straps on the back (I just used what I had at home),
• and use a slightly firmer base inside (the cardboard I used is about cereal box thickness and it feels a tad bit flimsy to me).

But all in all, I like it! When the kids got in the car this morning, it was the first thing they noticed - "Hey! Where did you get that? It's pretty!"

Does anyone else even still use CDs? I know I'm a dinosaur. I don't use my dishwasher. I prefer to hang my clothes on the line instead of putting them in the dryer. And I don't have an Ipod or music on my phone. Instead, I rotate my CDs every so often. Right now, it is heavy on the country:

• 2 Sugarland CDs (the 2nd & 3rd, don't really like the 1st)
• 2 Joe Nichols CSs (the 1st & 2nd, don't really like the 3rd - and isn't he CUTE!)
• 1 Sara Evans Greatest hits
• Norah Jones (the debut album)
• Darius Rucker (the debut country album - LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!)
• The Dixie Chicks - Wide Open Spaces (one of my favorite albums of all time)
• Bobby Brown - (my kids love him - I did, too, until we listened to him for the 4 millionth time!)

What's in your car?

Feeling lucky!!!

First of all, thank you all for your support and advice regarding my quilt that has been held up at the long-arm quilter's. I plan to muster my courage and give her a call later today. Hopefully, this will be the call that does the trick. After all, I've been feeling pretty lucky lately.

You know how I won the Urban Circus fat quarters from Laurie Wisbrun? Well, they arrived last week and they are gorgeous!! Lucky me! I'm going to make something for ME with these beauties.

Then, on Friday, I received an email from Vickie at Spun Sugar Quilts that I had won her City Quilts Tour Giveaway, and that the Kona Fat Quarter Solids were headed my way - WOO HOO!! I chose the Candy Corn colorway; not only could I use more of those colors in my stash, but I LOVE candy corn! How lucky can one gal get?


I decided to find out. I bought a lottery ticket.....




and didn't match even one number. OK, so I was pressing my luck. But I still feel like I won the lottery with my fabric winnings!

There was other luck involved with my week/weekend. Both my kids managed to have sleepovers with their friends ON THE SAME NIGHT! Do you know how many stars have to line up for THAT to happen? I had my hubby all to myself for 18 hours! Dinner, a movie, sleeping in - it was wonderful!

And I got Happy Birthday mail from Em. My birthday is not until late September, so I don't know if that was a mistake or, more likely, she just wanted to celebrate something with me, but anyway, look what she sent!!! I had mentioned that I didn't have any skeletons in my stash - well, now I do!

And for more detail on the little treasure box, check out her post about it. I had no idea when I read this that it was coming my way. Thank you, Em!!!

My only regret about the weekend is that no quilting happened. Zip, zilch, none, nada. Oh well, I can get to that this week.

I wonder what wonderful surprises are in store for me THIS week?

What would YOU do?

Early in February 2010, I sent this quilt off to a long-arm quilter that I "met" online, with assurances that the quilt would be back to me in time for me to bind it for an early March birthday when I had hoped to give it away as a gift.

Unfortunately, the quilter's life was in turmoil, and the quilt didn't make it back to me in time. The quilter let me know it would be late, and I said, "no problem" and went to plan B for the gift. However, I waited and waited and waited, and the quilt never came.


So, swallowing my distaste of confrontation of any sort, I called the quilter at home in early June to inquire as to the status of my quilt. It turns out, it was done, but that she had been very ill, so it had been forgotten and never mailed to me. I understood, gave her my get well wishes, and received assurances that her husband would pop it in the mail to me.


Another month went by, and in mid July, I sent her a get well card that included an inquiry as to the status of my quilt. I rush to my mailbox every day hoping it is there, but alas, only bills and invitations to protect my family with more life insurance. (sigh) I don't want to pester someone who is ill, but I'd really like my quilt back. Is it shallow of me to be concerned with some scraps of fabric when someone is facing a debilitating illness? I don't want to be aggressive or confrontational, but if the quilt is done, it seems like someone should be able to pop it in the mail for me, right? And I pre-paid, so I can't even use payment as an incentive for getting the quilt back to me.


What would YOU do?

I know one thing I should do is learn how to machine quilt my own quilts. Last night, Curt and I mitered the borders on my little orphan 4-patch mini, sandwiched and basted it, took a long swig from my drink (iced tea - caffeine is about as strong as I go), and sat down at the machine to teach myself to machine quilt.

The road to H*** is paved with good intentions. The floor of my sewing room is paved with the thread that I pulled out of that aborted attempt. Apparently, to free-motion quilt, you need not just feed dogs that drop, but also the "optional" quilting foot. I'll be heading off in search of that optional foot tonight. Oh well. In the meantime, I started hand quilting my red, white and blue tablerunner. Learning new things is great, but sticking with what you know is nice, too.

A Finish!!!

Two episodes of Monarch of the Glen, and the binding for my Bright Future quilt is all sewn on! All that remains is to wash the quilt and find a new baby to bestow it upon.

This is a quilt that just kinda happened. My precut squares were overflowing their tin, so I stitched some together. I'd been wanting to try my hand at Freehand Baptist Fans, so I gave it a try.

You know, a quilt that wasn't planned, but just evolved on its own. I have come to love it, despite my initial misgivings.


Now it is time to move on to something new. Remember this tablerunner? It is sandwiched and ready to hand quilt.

But there's Jason's karate quilt that needs making.

And my Great-Grandmother's quilt that I started resurrecting and then got derailed.

And despite all the great ideas I've gotten from Bonnie Hunter's latest book, I still haven't finished my version of Virginia Bound from her first book.

Or the mini that I started this weekend - borders are on except for the mitering, which I will admit, scares me just a bit. But that's why I chose to miter the borders, right? Learn how to do something new, conquer my fears, etc.?

Just a few more rows to sew together of the Ribbon Quilt, and then it can come down off my design wall, making room for something else.

There are easily 10 quilt tops in my armoire awaiting either my tiny needle or the longarm quilters.

And then, of course, there are all the other ideas floating around in my head. How to ever find the time to do all the quilting that I want?

Introducing my Brother

Apparently, when you buy a new sewing machine, even if it is off the shelf at Wal-Mart, you are supposed to take pictures, give it a name and share. OK, I can do that.

Blogland, meet my new Brother, Curt.

Curt is named after my old (younger) brother, Curtis.

(this photo was taken at Xmas 2009 - he doesn't always wear a Philadelphia Eagles Santa hat)

Why would I name my sewing machine after my brother, you ask? Well, first of all, Curtis, my flesh-and-blood brother, is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. He is loyal, hard-working, no-frills, efficient, steady, and creative. He can always be counted on to do what is asked of him. It takes quite a bit of effort to fluster him. In short, he is awesome.

In naming my machine after my brother, I am hoping to imbue many of those same qualities into my sewing partner. Let's hope it works.

Last night, I took Curt for a test drive. First, we sewed the binding onto my Bright Futures quilt, which I finished hand quilting over the weekend. I'll post pics once I finish sewing the binding down by hand. Then, we played with some of the available stitches. All I'm used to having is a straight stitch, so this was fun! I picked five stitches to highlight, and used them to quilt up this cozy for a plastic takeout container (I think it once held Green Chicken Curry - YUM!) to hold my sharp things in.

Here's hoping that Curt and I have a long, fruitful, creative, no-hassle future together!