The next row begins

The next stage in the Cunning Plan for the neighbourhood houses has started.

Four triangles to turn the block on point, a chance (yet another) to dip into the black and white stash.  Each block only requires two, 5-1/4 in squares cut once on the diagonal so this will be easy; the goal is to do two a week which, even with my sometimes hectic life, is possible.

The step after this requires 277, 2-1/2 in green squares.  I reckon if I cut just a few from as many green fabrics as possible it will be done before we know it, particularly as there are about 70 already cut.  The blocks are sashed, but the sashing is quite narrow - one inch cut, so only 1/2 in finished.  I have a yellow and black fabric which will, I think, turn out to be The Very Thing to make sashing pathways between the houses.

Those BOMs have been finished.  When I went to do the block given by the whip cracker I found it was already sewn - it was in a plastic bag, and she didn't check if it was completed.  That made one less.  Jolly good.

We are having quite a taste of winter lately!  Days have been sunny but fairly cool - downright chilly at times - and nights and mornings have been frosty.  Trees around town are shedding the last of their autumn colour now; it won't be long until they are bare for a few months.

Our state government has been handing out goodies as if there is no tomorrow, to keep the economy moving after lockdowns.  We have vouchers so we can go out and eat - two each for "dining", and vouchers so we can "discover" something.  In our case that probably means going to the movies or the theatre, but right now there is nothing at the movies which appeals to either of us.  We don't do superheroes or blokey action movies, don't do 'rom coms' (whatever they are), most certainly do not do teenage angst, and a friend recently pointed out that while there are movies being made about older people they all seem to have the theme of dementia and are quite depressing. Which doesn't leave much choice, does it?  Living away from the Big Smoke means that there aren't the opportunities for "discovery" that city slickers have.  

Oh well......if we can't use them, then we can't.

It would have been nice if they were able to be used in fabric shops......or music shops......speaking of which my tenor uke is loving its new strings, it sounds gorgeous again.  We have a music shop here in town, but after a few attempts to buy strings from them I have given up and will not spend my dollars there.  Their service is poor and their knowledge of music no better.  Given a choice I will always support a local business, but there's no choice in this.  There is an excellent music shop in a town an hour north; I would rather make the trek up there, or buy strings online from an interstate retailer who gives excellent service.

"If by chance anything unpleasant is found in the food, such as a hair in the bread or a fly in the coffee, remove it without remark.  Even though your own appetite be spoiled, it is well not to prejudice others."

Besides which, there might not be enough to go around.

Enjoy your days!

The neighbourhood!

Here it is, all 61 blocks!

One of these days I might have a proper design wall, but for now it's a design bed.

The houses look a bit dull here, don't they?  Take it from me - they aren't.  Next thing is to cut 122 squares of black and white prints......which will get done eventually.  First up is to make a few blocks for the quilt group's BOMs, I had thought that by being away last month I would miss out - but no.  The whip has been cracked by one member (it's not even her block.  I don't care if someone who is away when it's my turn doesn't make a block); fortunately it's a quick easy block, as are the others.  I can see a session in the sewing room during the week, once fabrics have been chosen.

A word of advice - do not, repeat, do not, get sucked into watching 'fail' videos.  They are hilarious, and it's so easy to click on the next, then the next......some things I have learned from watching are:  adults should not, under any circumstances whatsoever and no matter how many alcoholic beverages they may have imbibed, try to use or ride children's playground equipment or toys.  It never ends well.  The ice always wins, and the human body was not designed to fall heavily (or indeed lightly) onto concrete.  One can feel one's self wincing in sympathy.

Oh well.  That's enough time wasted for today.

Last night I really pushed the boat out, and changed the strings on my tenor ukulele.  Now they need to stretch out so they can be properly tuned; goodness knows how long it had been since the last string change, and that gorgeous instrument was sounding muddy and dead.  We can't have that, so something needed to be done.  It's a month until the Eisteddfod performance, and I need to be word and note perfect with my uke sounding good.  Hopefully I don't make too much of a fool of myself.

We all tolerate heat and cold differently, don't they?  It's not unusual to see, on the same day at the same time, someone wearing a puffy jacket with a scarf and someone else in shorts and sandals with bare arms.  I feel the cold so I dress warm, but at the same time I don't mind cool weather......which is probably just as well, because next weekend is forecast to be quite chilly.

I cannot, however, bring myself to wear the puffy jacket, a garment which has been increasing in popularity for some years now.  Anything which makes me look puffed out and bigger than I already am has no place in my sumptuous wardrobe.  Those jackets are made from synthetic fabric and stuffed with synthetic filling, can you imagine how unpleasant that would be to wear?  Many years ago when a friend in the Big Smoke was getting started with a large quilting machine I let her do one of mine, and she talked me into having a synthetic polyester wadding.  Never again.  It's like sleeping under a sheet of plastic - unlike natural fibres it doesn't 'breathe' at all.  I imagine a puffy jacket would feel like that.

There have been no more signs of mice, which is good.  We do not like the mice.

"Tea or coffee should never be poured into a saucer to cool, but sipped from the cup.

If a person wishes to be served with more tea or coffee, he should place his spoon in his saucer.  If he has had sufficient, let it remain in the cup."

My grandfather (I spent a lot of time with my maternal grandparents as a child, I suspect my mother wanted me out of the house as much as possible) would pour his tea into the saucer to let it cool before drinking it.....something which isn't seen so much these days.

Enjoy your days!

The last of the houses is done

All 61 houses are finished, the neighbourhood is complete.  Lots more cutting and sewing still to come until the quilt is done, but hey.....no hurry.

Two more autumn houses to reflect the season, both made from autumn fabrics bought in Canada.

Considering that, a year ago when the first house was made, there was absolutely no intention whatsoever of making a quilt - it is coming along nicely.  My houses were, in common with many other quilters around the world, a 'lockdown' project......but onlike many of those, mine is still unfinished.

Never mind.  There are no prizes for 'first past the post' in this.

Well, it has turned freezy frosty chilly!  This morning was quite cold, coldest morning of the year so far, and the 'feels like' was several degrees colder than the actual temperature.  (It felt like -6 C overnight, that's a wee bit cool)  We have been promised more of the same for the next week or so; it's just as well we had the chimney cleaned out last week, isn't it?  We can now have a fire to keep us warm without worrying about being smoked out of house and home, which is what happened when we first tried lighting it.

My birthday last weekend was, as it is these days, quiet.  The Annual Phone Call came from our son down south (he does ring more frequently than once a year, that's just my joke; "Oh! it's my Annual Phone Call!" I say when the phone rings on my birthday) and we went out to dinner.  We had thought of lunch but decided against it because most venues were offering 'Mother's Day Lunch' and we had visions of everywhere being full of happy family gatherings with unrestrained children.  The restaurant we chose was busy - and although it was in the evening there were still several small children, one or two per table.  Fortunately they were well behaved......and that's it done and dusted for another year, only another 51 weeks until the next one.

The slow cooker has made its first appearance for the year, yesterday it was used to make pumpkin soup, and jolly nice it was too when we had some at lunch today.....just the thing for a sunny but quite chilly day.  

Ten days ago the remnants of the ukulele group played for a seniors' concert, the first time we have played in public for over 14 months - and it felt so good.  The choir sang too, something we also hadn't been able to do.  Our audience enjoyed the music, we enjoyed performing, and hopefully it will lead on to better things.....and also hopefully, we hope we can get some new members.  

The mouse plague continues.  Earlier in the week Bianca caught one as it emerged from under the dishwasher but we took it away before she could bite into it; we have been spreading baits around, and while we don't mind poisoned mice we don't want a poisoned kitty.  We haven't seen any more signs of activity since - fingers crossed that they have moved on, although the current cold weather may drive them indoors.  They are doing a lot of damage to a widespread area, infesting crops, causing fires by eating electrical wiring both in houses and vehicles, and similar nastiness.  People are looking to buy baits and traps to get rid of the little buggers but they are in short supply everywhere, it seems.  

I'm all for loving the creatures with whom we share our lives on this planet, but I draw the line at letting mice live in the house.

"Do not leave the table before the rest of the family or guests, without asking the head, or host, to excuse you, except at a hotel or boarding house."

The mice don't need to ask to be excused, they can get up and go at any time.  We won't think them impolite if they do so.

Enjoy your days!

Happy birthday to me.......

......Happy birthday to me,

Happy birthday, happy birthday,

Happy birthday to me!

Gee, it's good to be back home again......

As the song says.  You'll be singing it all day now, won't you?

We had a good time with family, visiting new - to us - places, and re-visiting favourites.  The weather ranged from glorious at Easter to frost and cold wind the following week but it only rained twice, both times at night, so we stayed dry.  

The One-And-Only-Grandkid is shooting up like a weed, as is to be expected now that he's six.  One evening he called me 'Jennifer' instead of 'Grandma' while giving me a sidelong glance to see if he could get away with it......I think he was a bit miffed when everyone ignored it!

Aren't these windows amazing?  They are in the shop at the National Library of Australia, in Canberra.  There are more in the café but they were difficult to photograph without people in the way, perhaps on another visit I may be lucky.

These are floor to high ceiling.  The café windows use more red and orange in their designs than those in the shop.

Information on how they were made is here.    

I try to visit the National Library when in Canberra as it has interesting exhibitions.  The reason for this visit was to see Australian art from the late 1800s; we also took in a 'blockbuster' exhibition of European art at the National Gallery of Australia but the Australian art really spoke to me, I enjoyed it so much more.  There were even some sketches of our town made in the late 1880s including one of the Post Office, which is still standing today.

We stayed for several days in Cootamundra - such a nice town, with beautiful old homes and civic buildings.    Cootamundra Wattle is a plant with glorious yellow flowers; I don't know if this is one, the colour is a bit pale.  It was near our camp site.

A distant cousin lives in Cootamundra, the reason for our visit.  Our mothers were first cousins, and we spent much of our meeting time catching up on family history; I was able to tell Diane things she didn't know about the family, and she was able to give me information in return.  We share the same middle name - Grace - as did her mother Nadine, named for a teenage cousin who died just a few months before Nadine was born.  My niece has also given her daughter the middle name of Grace, so the family tradition continues.

We were both in the wars while in Canberra.  We spent Sunday evenings at our DIL'S parents for family dinner, and while descending their front steps one night I fell off the bottom step.  There are 16 steps but, apart from a light outside the front door (which was behind us as we descended so it didn't help much) it was dark.  The railing which I was clutching ends at the third step from the bottom, and I didn't realise I had run out of handhold until down I went.  Never mind, things have finally stopped hurting, nothing has fallen off......and the following Sunday when we visited there was a light outside the garage at the foot of the steps.

A couple of days later Kevin stood up too soon when entering the caravan and boinked his head on the metal door frame, cutting it open (the head, not the door).  We now know where there is an excellent walk-in medical centre with helpful staff, although we hope not to need it again!  The scar is fading, his head is still a bit tender, but - like my bruised bits - it hasn't fallen off either.  Which is probably A Good Thing.

To welcome us home, a couple of autumn houses were made yesterday.  They share the same faded green for their lawns, just as greens are fading here with the cooler weather.

Two more to go, which may also be autumn houses.

For several months now there has been a mouse plague in our part of the world, and while we and Bianca were away the mice moved in to play.  We are now in the process of suggesting to them that there are much nicer placer that they would like to live.  I do not like the idea of meecies rampaging through my home; we are told that winter's colder frosty weather, particularly if it's wet as well, should move them on.  Fingers crossed.

"It is rude and awkward to elevate your elbows and move your arms at the table, so as to incommode those on either side of you.

Whenever one or both hands are unoccupied, they should be kept below the table, and not pushed upon the table and into prominence."

Indeed.  Keep those elbows and hands down, and don't poke your dinner  neighbours.

Enjoy your days!

A momentous week

It has been, indeed!

First up: on Friday 19th March Kevin and I celebrated the 45th anniversary of the evening we stood up in front of family and friends, and plighted our troth.  Forty five years.....and neither of us has yet committed murder!

The forty five year anniversary gem is, it seems, sapphire.  Are these not gorgeous?

My jewellery collection, though no doubt modest by many standards, has some very pretty things including some earrings from Annette Piper; I like her designs and how she puts colours together.

Nothing was posted last weekend because - I went to a quilt show, the first for a couple of years!  A town an hour north of here has their show each March, but of course last year's had to be cancelled with not much notice.  This year's was a little smaller than usual, no doubt due to the restrictions on how many people can be in one place at a time, but the quilts were wonderful and it was good to be 'somewhere'.

Two houses have been made, a red swirly house, and an Aussie kangaroo house with grass for them to enjoy and cockatoos flying through the sky.  Only four more to be done; they will be a "when we are home again" project.

Work is happening on the flower basket quilt.  The date on this pic is 26th November, 2014 - these blocks have been sitting for a while, haven't they?  Never mind; they are now progressing.

All the triangles for the autumn quilt have been trimmed and they are now in their box ready for the next step which will involve lots of lovely mindless sewing.  No doubt you can see the gleam of my shiny halo from your place.

We had more rain during the week, and we even had a flood.  When I say "we had a flood" I don't mean Kevin and I, but the town!  Yes indeed, the river rose above the banks and flooded farmland and sports fields, two out of the three bridges were closed because they were under water, but as far as I know no buildings were damaged here......which is more than can be said for many other parts of the state.  There has been a lot of damage to a large area - why, oh why do councils permit building on areas known to be flood plains?  The more that natural drainage such as grass, undeveloped fields and creeks is covered by buildings and roads, the more damage there is.

When I rule the world, things will be different.

The day after tomorrow we are heading south for our holiday, to catch up with family and friends and to enjoy some autumn colour.  I probably won't have a chance to keep up with reading blogs on my aging tablet, but will resume when we are home again late next month.

"Refrain from making a noise when eating, or supping from a spoon, and from smacking the lips or breathing heavily while masticating food, as they are marks of ill-breeding.  The lips should be kept closed in eating as much as possible."

As children we were told "keep your mouth closed while you are eating", but judging from the behavious of people I have seen eating in public - not everyone was.  I wish they had been.

Enjoy your days!

It has rained, it has poured......

......and it will rain again soon, judging by the weather radar.  It's been a long time since I have driven in such heavy rain as I did on Thursday night coming home from choir, the closer I came to home the heavier was the rain and wind; Kevin was drenched running from the house to the garage, and we were both drenched getting inside.  Our garage is under the house roof but doesn't have an entrance inside the house which is normally not a problem, but it was that night.

The drought has broken in our backyard, for sure, and it's now raining steadily again.

Don''t you love our wet world?  Taken just a few minutes ago.

Two more houses made this week, bring the total to 55.  Six to go.

Another cat house and a butterfly house, both with flowery gardens.  Today's dull conditions make for dull photos.

Trimming of the autumn blocks has not yet happened.  It will.  Hand piecing a panel for the back of the tumbler quilt is done, now some machine work remains.  I have no idea about backing fabric; there is one possibility (which may be too busy) in my stash, and my favourite shop doesn't have anything which floats my boat either.  There is another quilt shop here but I seldom go in as the owner is a bit of an odd duck, although the fabric for the inner border was found there.  However - there are quilt shops in Canberra, so perhaps the perfect fabric awaits down south.

A year ago we were also planning a trip to Canberra for the folk festival, but it wasn't to be.  This time the trip will happen but the festival will not.  Last year our musician son had a gig lined up which we would have been able to attend, but it, too, had to be cancelled almost at the last minute - we were really looking forward to that, as we have so few chances to hear him play these days.  He is hoping to have one for us this time, so fingers crossed.  At least we will be able to be in the same room as family instead of having to grin at each other on a computer screen.

Bianca and I are keeping each other company for a few days as Kevin has gone Down To The Coast to play in a lawn bowls competition.  Last year his team made it through all their games to get to the state final, but then the world shut down and the final was postponed......and postponed again......now it is to happen over the next few days rain (probably), hail or shine.  He will be back sometime on Wednesday, so it will be a quiet house until then; not that he is a raucously loud person at any time, but having one person away when there are only two of you anyway always makes for a quieter house.  Bianca isn't much of a conversationalist unless it is getting near what she considers to be her dinner time.

Lately we have been noticing that trees are definitely getting ready for autumn.  Those bright greens are fading, and trees which produce seeds are doing so.  It will be cooler down south, autumn arrives earlier there - something to look forward to.  

"Greediness.

To put large pieces of food into your mouth appears greedy, and if you are addressed when your mouth is so filled, you are obliged to pause, before answering, until the vast mouthful is masticated, or run the risk of choking, by swallowing it too hastily.  To eat very fast is also a mark of greediness, and should be avoided.  The same may be said of soaking up gravy with bread, scraping up sauce with a spoon, scraping your plate, and gormandizing upon one or two articles of food only."

That last bit of gravy soaked up with bread is always delicious, don't you think?  Even if it gets us kicked out of a polite dinner party......

Enjoy your days!