We have carpet too!

Carpet is good.....so much better than grey concrete floors, which are cold.......and grey......very grey......the carpet is sort-of-beige, it goes well with the creamy walls and sort-of-beige kitchen and new floor tiles which have sort-of-beige streaks on a paler background.  We are slowly putting the house back together again; furniture is re-appearing where it should be instead of being packed away.

Grey seems to be popular in home decor lately, have you noticed?  We watch renno porn (there are a lot of home renovation programs on TV these days, it's easy to get hooked) and grey is very popular.  Grey kitchens.....grey living rooms......grey bathrooms......even grey bedrooms.  Why would anyone want to sleep in a cold grey bedroom, I wonder?

Bianca approves, because she can now stretch out on the living room floor again.

In a couple of weeks we will be driving to the Big Smoke for a quick in-and-out shopping trip to buy furniture to replace that which had to be chucked after the flood.  We don't have a branch of The Big Swedish Store here (they don't pay me to advertise but I'm sure you know who I mean) so that's where we will be heading.

Today is raining, yay!  Very welcome rain following an extremely dry month so far.  It's a good day to be sewing and that's where I have been, quilting together fabric, lining and thin batting for a new purse.  Mindless feeding of fabric through machine......sometimes that's just what one feels like doing, and watching the kangaroos on the hill who are also enjoying a wet day.

Here is the one block made at the recent workshop.

 The centre is not quite as mismatched as it looks here, but then my standards are pretty low when it comes to points anyway.  So long as it passes the 'ten foot rule' - it looks good when you stand ten feet back - that's all I ask.

The design......I started doodling from the bottom left corner then turned it upside down so the coloured diamonds drip from the top.  It may end up having the red line on the left and the indigo line on the right when it's put together, because my brain sees the long line (regardless of colour) on the left tapering to the short line on the right.  This layout looks......wrong.  Reversed, or something.

 Rainbow solids, although I may end up getting a lighter brighter orange and changing the red too.  The green will stay; it's rather gorgeous, isn't it?

Backgrounds will be black and white prints, as you can see in the finished block.

Last weekend's uke gig went well considering we had only five people; it's winter here, so folk are dropping like flies.  However people said nice things to us and about us, and we had fun.  We have no more gigs lined up, but I have started thinking about a song for next year's Eisteddfod.  I have twelve months to come up with something.....it will need to be fabulously good, I don't want a dreary church choir to be adjudged more entertaining again......

"Mutual trust and confidence are other requisites for happiness in married life.  There can be no true love without trust.  The responsibility of a man's life is in in a woman's keeping from the moment he puts his heart into her hands.  Without mutual trust there can be no real happiness."

I am trusting Kevin to put furniture back where it belongs......does that count?

Enjoy your days!

We have fire too!

Is this not the most beauteous wood stove you have ever seen, all the way from Duncan, B.C., Canada?

 Bianca approves too, although she didn't hang around to be photographed.

We had a choice of side panel colours, and chose ivory because lime green (or any other shade of green) wasn't available.  Burnished copper metallic finish was truly gorgeous but quite expensive, so we passed.

You can see some of the new floor tiles, and the draped creature in my sewing room is my overlocker.  It's covered to keep dust out when not in use.  My sewing room is now back together, and usable.

New carpet will be installed next week.  We hadn't heard from the carpet shop to say ours had arrived so Kevin rang them - and we were told that the arrangement was, we would ring when we were ready to have it installed.  We didn't know that; neither of us could recall being told such words, we were under the impression that we would be contacted when it had arrived and was ready to be laid.  Hopefully all is now sorted, and late next week we will have warm floors again.

Then there will be replacement furniture to be purchased, books and other stuff unpacked and put back in place (we won't be doing that, it will be done for us) and our house will finally be back to where it was before 25th January.

Last Friday night I made my solo debut at the local Eisteddfod and, as I expected, I didn't win.  I had the audience smiling and laughing and singing along with me although none of them had heard the song before, and the applause was very enthusiastic.  The adjudicator was also smiling and singing.  However the winner, based on the adjudicator's decision as "the most entertaining performance" was a church choir who sang two dreary dirge-like songs.  Many people said to me "you should have won", "I had you picked as winner", etc. which was very nice of them.  Even one of the main organisers was surprised as she also complimented me and indicated that she wasn't thrilled by the result.  However we agreed that the adjudicator is always right even when they are wrong, and I shall have another go next year - she said "don't let this put you off".  I don't wish to sound like sour grapes but I think the verdict had a certain amount of charity in it because, quite frankly, the choir just aren't very good; other performers were much better singers/instrumentalists, and were certainly more entertaining.

Ah well.  Onward and upward.  The uke group has a gig next weekend and I am sure we will have fun.

My brain is coming back to normal after a busy weekend.  Our quilt group held a workshop with Jenny Bowker; some of the time was spent designing, and some cutting and sewing.  It was much better than just being handed a pattern and being told to make it.  We explored various ideas for kaleidoscope quilts, made our fabric choices, started cutting and a few blocks were made......I made one whole block.  Just one, but I know where my quilt is going.  I started playing around with coloured pencils and a sheet of paper printed with kaleidoscope blocks and came up with an Art Deco-influenced design but didn't have the right fabrics with me, so drew another design of solid rainbow-coloured dripping diamonds which I started making.  The whole quilt, all 49 blocks of it, will be foundation pieced because that's what Jenny taught........I don't love foundation piecing, it's so tedious.......

Making it will be like eating an elephant, just taken steadily one bite at a time.

"Signature of ladies.
Only the letters of unmarried ladies and widows are addressed with their baptismal names.  The letters of married ladies are addressed with their husbands' names, as "Mrs John Smith".

I don't know when that custom started, but I have never liked it.  My name is "Jennifer Lastname" not Kevin lastname", regardless of whether I am Mrs, Ms or Miss.

We have tiles!!

The truly gorgeous new tiled floor is done.  Finished.  Walk-on-able.  Tiles were laid last week; we moved out for a couple of days while they were being laid.  The builder will be coming back early next week to fix up some doors as the new tiles are thicker than the old ones were, so doors now scrape on the floor.

Bianca spent ten days with Auntie Deb at her cattery, as she would have been really stressed by the noise and dust and loud music.  We haven't seen a lot of her since she came home as she has been spending a lot of time asleep on our bed.  With no carpet in much of the house, and no fire, it's nice and warm under the covers.

So my stuff is being (slowly....) moved back into my sewing room.  It's very dusty.  My lungs don't like it at all.

Next will be the oh-so-flash new fire.  It was to have been installed yesterday but the installation bloke rang to say he was crook (translation:  he wasn't straying too far from a bathroom.....need I say more?) and would come tomorrow.  Which is all well and good, but yesterday and today are the coldest days of the year so far and they are indeed very chilly, today is foggy, damp and miserable, so that fire will be really welcome.  Fortunately we have a gas heater, so we aren't freezing.

Then the new carpet......and the house will nearly be ours again.  We still need to buy replacement furniture and have our (mostly my) books and stuff unpacked.

During this time very few stitches have been taken because my sewing stuff is packed up, but a couple of weeks ago I managed to make one block as it was my turn to provide a BOM for my quilt group.  Those blocks will be turned into a charity quilt, and it was found here.

Slightly fiddly-diddly (lots of tiny squares) but not difficult, and fun to make.  My sewing machine, fabric and I de-camped to a local quilt shop for a few hours to get it made, as sewing while the floor blokes were here was a lost cause.

Those young blokes were polite and respectful, but we weren't happy that they finished last Friday afternoon and didn't come back until Monday to clean up.  We did quite a bit over the weekend ourselves, because we had to live in their mess.  I wasn't happy, either, with the tilers who, the minute they arrived, set up their tradie radio blasting forth loud rock music in our kitchen.....they could have waited until we moved out, which we did very smartly anyway.  Not sure the house has recovered yet, it usually has much gentler music playing.

However, all that is now water under the bridge.

As there is no chance of sewing I have been knitting.  The first sleeve of my jumper is now finished and the second is cast on; the back was finished while we were away.  I'm thinking - hoping - it should be pretty when it's done.

Two uke gigs coming up.  On Friday next week the Mature Age section of the local Eisteddfod will be held and I  am competing on my own.......solo, in public......just me and a uke.  The uke class (which I no longer attend) is also competing; one of the organisers contacted me and specifically asked for them, after last year's performance!  Isn't that nice?  I passed her request on to prod them into entering again because last year I entered the group first, then told them "we're in".  Win or lose, it will be a fun evening.

"One color should predominate in the dress; and if another is adopted, it should be in limited quantity and only be way of contrast or harmony.  Some colors may never, under any circumstances, be worn together, because they produce positive discord to the eye."

The yarn for my jumper is soft blue with a hint of lavender, which is neither contrasting or disharmonious.

Now......my afternoon coffee is finished, my daily uke playing has been done, so I am going to my sewing room to dust and move stuff around.  If I'm not back in a couple of hours, send help - tonight is choir, and that is a fun night so I don't want to miss it.

Enjoy your days!

Living in a bubble

Work has started on the floor.....yay!!

The old tiles have been removed and the dried stuff underneath has been removed by grinding to a fine grey gritty powder which seeps into cupboards and into noses and eyes and through closed cupboard doors all over the contents therein.  The builder bloke taped up a plastic wall (which was supposed to keep out dirt but didn't completely) to the ceiling, so this is what our living room looked like from the inside:

 The table doesn't usually live here, but we have to eat somewhere.  The TV is to the right, this was our living quarters for a few days.  The light on the left is in the kitchen, and straight ahead is a large floor-to-ceiling window on the back wall.

 From the kitchen, looking into our bubble.......everywhere a grey gritty mess.  But the work on the floor is underway, so we are rejoicing!

This week we will be moving out for a couple of days; the alternative is to stay in our bedroom and not eat, not go outside the bedroom at all, because those new tiles (which did arrive) can't be walked on for a day or so when they are first installed, so we would be trapped.  The insurance pays for our accommodation and we pay for Bianca's.  That's all right.

But the week hasn't been all grey grit and noise - yesterday I put a top together!

What do you reckon?  I love it.  Pattern is Gumballs from McCall's Quilting, April 2008.  Think I will change the name though, I'm not enamoured of Gumballs.  I shall ponder on a suitable title.  It's turned out exactly as I hoped it would, and I love the complimentary colour scheme.

I make it a rule never to make a quilt twice, there are so many great ideas and patterns out there that I have never even made once which I would love to try first, but wouldn't this look great in black and white with little pops of bright colour......maybe one day......

My knitting project is going great guns.  While we were away I finished the back of my new jumper (sweater, if you aren't in Australia) and am charging up the first sleeve, it's nearly to the armhole now.  Back and sleeves are plain and I will gussy up the front with a fancy cable or something.  I have never tackled making socks but have been making jumpers since I was about 23, fearlessly using patterns with lace, fancy cables - you name it.  The thought of making fiddly socks gives me the heeby jeebies; I would far rather make an elaborate jumper any day.

Is anyone else's sense of humour tickled by the descriptions of some things?  For a while now it seems that we don't wear pants, we wear a pant.  I thought that was what dogs did when they were trying to cool off.....we also wear the jean, the trouser, the tight.  On our leg, perhaps?  Just one?  One clothed and one naked leg?

Oh dear......

"Morning dress for gentlemen.
The morning dress for gentlemen is a black frock-coat, or a black cut-away, white or black vest, according to the season, gray or colored pants, plaid or stripes, according to the fashion, a black silk hat, and a black scarf or necktie.  A black frock coat with black trousers is not considered essential, nor is a dress coat and colored or light trousers.  The morning dress is suitable for garden parties, Sundays, social teas, informal calls, morning calls and receptions."

They wore trousers in 1885, it seems.  It sounds a very splendid costume, and one that, somehow, I cannot see my husband wearing.

Enjoy your days!

Aaaannndddd here we are, back home again......

We've been back for a week, and what a busy week it has been......appointments, often more than one, every day......but we seem to have caught up with things, so now it's the blog's turn.

We had a good time.  Didn't make it over to the coast, but there is always next year isn't there?  The folk festival was excellent as always, the family is doing well, Euan is sprouting up, friends are happy and healthy.  There were other distractions before we came home too; a craft festival, and even a ukulele festival which was great fun.

Also didn't take many pics!  Probably because we have been going to Canberra for so long that there doesn't seem to be anything left to photograph.  We missed our chance to get a Euan photo but never mind, our son has promised to take one of him with his quilt that I made him when he was a much littler tacker than he is now.

We had some company for a few days at the pet-friendly camp ground.

Two of the team of four Clydesdales associated with an Aussie brewery - they don't pay me to advertise so I won't name them.  Makes a change from the usual dogs and the occasional cat who camp with their owners, doesn't it?  They stayed for a few days, and were beautiful.

We found a new-to-us spot on the lake in Canberra, Black Mountain Peninsula.  This is Black Mountain looming up, and the tower is - wait for it - Black Mountain Tower, would you believe?

 Some of the black swans on Black Mountain peninsula.  Black swans are native to Australia but have been introduced to many other countries who, perhaps, believed their own white swans are not exotic enough.  I was snapping away when these three started edging toward me, and as I didn't trust the looks on their feathery little faces I put away the camera and backed away.  Slowly.

 You know how much I love autumn colour......a couple of oak trees in Boorowa, a favourite stop on our trips to and from Canberra.  The white building behind is the Court House, built in the 1880s.

Autumn colours everywhere were glorious.  Not quite up to the standard of a Canadian autumn, but not bad just the same.

Sadly not all our trip was good as I came down with a nasty bug which laid me low for several days.  However I recovered, and am now back to jumping out of my skin again.

Last week there was an Occasion.  The annual anniversary of the day on which I was born came round once more; this one is probably significant because it ends in 0, but all I can think is "geez......I am really old now".  We were on our way home in Mudgee and assumed because it was a Tuesday night - normally a quiet night in a country town, one would have thought - we would have no trouble getting a table for two at a local restaurant.......but no!  Two restaurants we tried were completely full so we ended up at a pub.  The food was excellent (Mudgee has a reputation for being somewhat of a gourmet town) but when all was said and done it was still just a pub, with a large TV showing a football program up on the wall.  Kevin gave me a surprise present, a beautiful wombat brooch, which went a long way towards making the TV recede into the background.

Isn't it gorgeous?  It doesn't have a coloured nose, the camera must have caught a reflection from somewhere.  It was made by Desmond of Celtic Dreaming; I have several of Desmond's pieces, some Celtic and some Australian, bought at the folk festival over the past nearly 20 years and I love them all.

The builder brought his tiler here a few days ago, and went off promising to order the new floor tiles immediately.  We hope he has.  Once they are in hand the repairs can, hopefully, start; our weather is cooling down and concrete floors are not warm.  It's also darker because grey concrete is darker than sort-of-beige carpet, and now that days are shorter and the sun is lower in the sky we find we need to turn lights on early in the afternoon.

Never mind......perhaps it will all start to happen soon.

"We put bright colours upon our little children; we dress our young girls in light and delicate shades; the blooming matron is justified in adopting the warm, rich hues which we see in the autumn leaf, while black and neutral tints are declared appropriate to the old."

Oh dear......seems I am now confined to black and neutral tints.  Well, bugger......I don't like neutral tints.  Neutral tints are dull.  Boring.  I suppose considering lime green to be a neutral is out of the question?

Enjoy your days!

Hanging in an empty night

All finished, quilted, labelled, bound and photographed!  At last!

 Close up the colours are brighter, as you can see below.

 The back, with the extra piecing not as obvious as I had feared.

 A panel of stars was inserted to make the backing wide enough.

 The title, "Hanging in an empty night" is a line in a song written by a friend, Cathy Miller.

One of the first quilting books I bought a long time ago, and still a favourite, is "Star Quilts" by Mary Elizabeth Johnson.  It's wonderfully inspirational and, although I have never made any of the quilts whose instructions are in the book, my collection has a few star quilts including this one.

Last weekend the final stitches were taken on the blocks to make "Gumballs" from a pattern in McCalls Quilting way back in 2008.  I laid them out on the spare bed (AKA the design bed, I still haven't gotten around to getting a design wall) to see how they looked.......and I love them, they are just what I hoped they would be!

A bundle of blue/teal/purple fabrics was won in a giveaway on Linda's blog a couple of years ago, and when those fabrics arrived I looked at them......pondered......looked again......added a few more blues from my batik stash, and some orange and gold for contrast.......and this is the result.  When we return from our holiday those blocks will be joined into a top.  The colours make me think of flower petals floating on a tropical lagoon.......getting a bit fanciful here, folks.  I'll try not to let it happen again.

Next Wednesday we will be hitching up our little caravan, climbing into the car and heading south to Canberra to see the family and no doubt marvel at how much Young Euan has grown, and to enjoy the folk festival and some Canberra shopping (Canberra is the Medium Smoke so there is more choice than here) before going east to the south coast, then back to Canberra for a few days before returning home.  This week I found out that there will be a craft show in Canberra on our last weekend there, how fortuitous is that?

When we come home the repairs to the house can start.  The insurance company has finally approved a builder to fix the kitchen cupboards and replace what seems like several acres of floor tiles, after which the new carpet can be installed.  Once that is done we may - gasp - have to visit the Big Smoke to purchase replacements for the furniture which was damaged by water, then our books and treasures can be unpacked again.  I miss my books so much; all my sewing and quilting books are packed, nearly all my music books, nearly every cook book......a few favourite fiction books......my own library, built up over a long time.

While we're away it may not be possible to comment on blogs because we will have limited internet and we will probably have exciting things to do, places to go and people to see.

"No lady worthy any gentleman's regard will say "no" twice to a suit which she intends ultimately to receive with favor.  A lady should be allowed all the time she requires before making up her mind; and if the gentleman grows impatient at the delay, he is always at liberty to insist on an immediate answer and abide by the consequences of his impatience."

Well, I didn't say "no" at all.  Not once.

Enjoy your days!

Choofing along with the binding......

This is quite a large quilt, each side is two metres long so that makes eight metres of binding to be sewn down with tiny stitches.  Perhaps they don't need to be as teeny as they are; taking teensy stitches just comes naturally and I actually have trouble taking big ones.  It's looking quite good, if I do say so meself (she says modestly).

A minor conniption was had, however, when piecing the back as the fabric had a row of holes across the width!  The correct size pieces had already been cut and partly pieced, but fortunately there was enough left to be able to cut off the holey piece (possibly caused by machinery when it was wrapped round its cardboard core) and add a new pieced piece, so there are a few more seams on the back than I had originally planned.  At least there was enough fabric......the conniption would have been major had there not been, let me tell you.

A little corner of the not-quite-finished quilt bundled up on my sewing room table out of Bianca's way, as cats do love a nice soft quilt to snuggle into.  The binding is more than half done, and the Cunning Plan is to wave it around at quilt group on Saturday for show and tell.  Which will still happen, even if it's not quite finished.  Tonight is choir practice so it will be staying home for a couple of hours, it would be difficult to sing while bearing the weight of what has turned out to be a fairly heavy quilt on one's lap.  A few wrong notes might just be hit.......even wronger than usual.

Nothing to report on the house repairs, although we expect to be told very soon which builder the insurance company has selected to do the fixing.  As we are going away in less than two weeks it will have to wait until we come home in mid-May.

My toe is still attached.  It is tender and sore, but it hasn't fallen off.  The bursitis is still hanging around in my hip and driving me demented at times.  Older age is not for sissies.

Ms 64 has gone, and no one here is grieving. Her roaming cats have gone with her, for which the neighbourhood is thankful

Last Sunday we went for a Nice Sunday Drive (on a Sunday, something we seldom do!) to a small village an hour north-east of here for lunch at the local pub for our 41st anniversary.  Walcha Road Pub (it's pronounced wolka) is over 100 years old and bounced back from a major fire several years ago - the charred edges of the bar are evidence of that.  The food is excellent, unexpectedly so in a settlement of about 20 people, and it's a popular place for a weekend lunch.  We have been before but haven't visited in mid-winter, perhaps one day we will brave the snow and go there!

We have also had some excellent rain, after our dry February it has been very welcome.  Our garden is now smiling again, and the weeds are shooting up like you wouldn't believe.

"Proposals of marriage.

Rules in regard to proposals of marriage cannot be laid down, for they are and should be as different as people.  The best way is to apply to the lady in person, and receive the answer from her own lips.  If courage should fail a man in this, he can resort to writing, by which he can clearly and boldly express his feelings.  A spoken declaration should be bold, manly and earnest, and so plain in its meaning that there can be no misunderstanding.  As to the exact words used, there can be no set formula; each proposer must be governed by his own ideas and sense of propriety in the matter."

Well....I can't remember the exact words, but I'm sure they were indeed bold, manly and earnest.

Enjoy your days!