I did say it was bright.......

Here is the top of Cricket/ette's quilt.

 A few of the blocks........

 .......and the border fabric.

Binding will be the same green as the cornerstones.

Recently the prescription for my reading glasses had to be tweaked, so now I have nice new specs.  Choosing new glasses is a very fraught exercise, yes?  Staring at oneself in a mirror, trying not to look at the blemishes but just to focus on "how do these look".  Thank goodness the fashion for glasses with narrow rectangular lenses has gone, I looked so silly in them, but now many frames are thick and heavy which do nothing for my face either.  My last glasses had frames with sharp corners and arms made in two pieces, and I was never happy with them because my hair caught on them so many times.  The new ones are much smoother, black half-frames with touches of gold on the side arms........and they haven't pulled at my hair once.

Sadly the optometrist had no nice green frames for me.  They did have thick heavy frames in a particularly virulent shade of poison uranium green, which I couldn't even bring myself to try on.  It would be so nice to have lovely rich deep emerald green not-too-chunky frames........dream on, Jennifer.......

Following Linda's recent recommendation I reserved "Astor Place Vintage" at the library, collected it yesterday morning, and finished it last night.  Thank you, Linda - it was such a good read, I really enjoyed it.  The setting is New York in 1907-08, a time and place about which I know very little but which is brought so well to life in this book, and in 2007.

Mind you, not much else was done here yesterday.

When I was a child I was called a bookworm and was never sure if was a compliment.  "She's always got her head in a book" - I can still hear it being said.  The implication was "she's a day-dreamer, never does anything practical" which is (and was then too) not true.  My parents didn't know where my love of reading came from; not from either of them, for sure.  My mother, like many girls of the time, finished her education at high school level and was never a reader.  My father, not a reader either, won a scholarship to study architecture after high school but was not allowed to take it up; his father and uncle were builders, and he was expected to join them in the business.  War intervened, he enlisted when he was 20, and he never did get to follow his dream.

The bookworm didn't finish high school either, but that's a story for another day.

"It is frequently the case, that a girl's education ends just as her mind is beginning to mature and her faculties are beginning to develop.  Her education ends when it ought properly to begin.  She enters upon marriage entirely unprepared, and, perchance, by some misfortune, she is thrown penniless upon the world with no means of obtaining a livelihood, for her education has never fitted her for any vocation.  Not having been properly taught herself, she is not able to teach, and she finds no avenue of employment open to her."

Perhaps true in 1885 when that was written, but not so much in my experience many years later - the only times I was out of work was when I wanted to be, and I had no desire to become a teacher although much of my working life was spent in the education system.

Enjoy your days!

Noodling around

Which is what people do when they are playing a musical instrument.....any instrument......with no aim or purpose in mind.  Here is my noodling corner.

 One of my guitars with its blue strap, and my gorgeous hand-made uke with its green strap, and equipment in the corner for playing CDs and listening to the radio.  The other guitar and uke are in their coffins cases elsewhere in the room, and a music stand with lots of printed music and books is just to the left.

One of the women at uke group continually noodles even while our teachers are speaking, which is rude and annoying.  Noodling has its place, and a class is not the place.  She was away recently for a few weeks.......it was much better.

A selection of some possible fabrics for the grandkid's first quilt, which will be cut out one of these days.  Can't rush genius, you know.......the block will be "Economy Patch", won't be paper-pieced, and will finish eight inches square.  The four inch finished centre square will be these fun prints while the two outer rows of triangles will be anything and everything including, of course, the two fabrics used for the stuffed wombat.  Eventually.........

From which you can tell that the female inmate of the Chateau des Wombats is having a lazy day.

Said grandkid's mum is enjoying her musical visit to Switzerland.  Hope the kid is, too.

Who in their wisdom decided that the word "absolutely" meant "yes"?  So many people in the media and in real life say "absolutely" or more emphatically "oh - absolutely!" when a simple "yes" would suffice, and would answer the question being asked more accurately.  Its use was apparently first noted in the 1530s, and it meant "completely" or "without exception", which is not quite the same as "yes".  Every time I hear it on TV I have to sit on my hands to keep from throwing something at the speaker as it gives me a strong dose of the irrits.  It's even worse when "absolutely" is half-swallowed on the way out and emerges as "absy".

Yesterday we had a small rain shower, we could barely contain our excitement!  It took all the willpower we possess to restrain ourselves from throwing off our clothes and dancing nekkid in the street with a cake of soap.  More rain is forecast for later this week and we are hoping it eventuates.  So far this year we have had barely two thirds of the long-term average rainfall to July, which coupled with a dry year last year and a long hot summer means things aren't looking good for the rest of this year.  However, Aussies are an optimistic lot, so we keep thinking that more rain will fall soon.

Last night another block for the flower basket block was finished - that makes 221 done, only four to go, yay!  Way back early in 2006 (that's right, eight years ago) I thought it could be useful to have something done entirely by hand as a take-along project, and so far it has been overseas four times - to Canada, and to Alaska, with fabric since included from both countries - on many caravan holidays, to quilt groups, to sit-and-sew days, even in waiting rooms.  There have been times following arm/wrist injury and and shoulder surgery when hand sewing just wasn't possible for several months, but it was about the journey rather than the destination.....so that really didn't matter.  Once the last of the blocks is made they will be joined by hand into nine patches, and eventually those 25 nine patches will be joined by hand to make a quilt top.  It would be nice if it could be hand-quilted too, but as my hands are now giving me trouble with achingly painful knobbly joints (because, sadly, I am no longer 25) that just may not be able to happen.

As to where those 225, six-and-a-half inch blocks will be laid out while placement is decided, well, that is a very good question and one I am glad you asked.  Some furniture removal may have to take place.......

"Interruption.
Interruption of the speech of others is a great sin against good breeding.  It has been aptly said that if you interrupt a speaker in the middle of a sentence, you act almost as rudely as if, when walking with a companion you were to thrust yourself before him and stop his progress."

Words which our noodling friend in uke class would do well to heed.  Now I am off to noodle "Sway" which we looked at last night.......all together now, when marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway........

Enjoy your days!

WOW Day already!

Tammy asked to see the Road to St Louis quilt I am working on, so here are a couple of pics. I could have sworn I was loading three pictures but only two came up...never mind. As you can see it is good for using up little scraps and is made of two alternate blocks; my blocks are 6in finished. The fabrics in the hourglass blocks are a soft tone-on-tone green and a darker grey-green batik printed with jade green fish. When the fabric is cut up the fish lose their fishy shape and just become swirls and squiggles - interesting! The quilting thread I am using is a pretty sea-green variegated Aurifil thread which blends beautifully with all the fabrics. There is a 1in red border (you can just see it at the top of the picture), then a 2in border of the batik, then a 3in border of the pale green. I have quilted in the ditch on both sides of the red border and will quilt a flowing leafy design in the green borders; the binding will be the same red as the inner border.
This wombat is a painting that Kevin bought for me at the Umina folk festival a few years ago, a local lady was selling some of her pictures. It's probably copied from a photograph as there are no wombats in Umina, it's a beach town. I really like it although it looks a bit incomplete without a frame, but one of these days I will have it done.

Jennifer