Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Daisy, Daisy give me your answer, do.

Story time later. Pictures now. I'm quiting the Lazy Daisy, and all that's left to go is the outermost ring of flowers and the accompanying sashing.

quilt sammich... mmm sammiches


"You're sure you're doing this right?"

Hairy S. Truman, QC. [my brother's cat] So helpful.


somewhere between 8 -10 stitches to the inch...?

And a little closer for some details, which may or may not actually align with the origional. Some of the quilting was done with pearle cotton, so it's a little more obvious in a photograph.

I was thinking of entering this in a show, but all the forms say something about no pets or stains... we'll see. I did spill some coffee on one of the squares. Maybe it'll come out. The cats love rolling all over it. The batting gives off a very unusual odor I've never encountered before. Since it's so close to being done I can live with it for now. Some of the sashing and blocks didn't exactly line up - points against show entry - and I didn't make a template for the stitching, I just put some pins in and eyeballed centerpoints for the diamonds, so further demerits on skance diamonds. Otherwise it looks really nice. A good washing should rid it of the strange smell, and hopefully the coffee stains.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"we're convalescing for heavensake!"

convalesce [kònvə léss ]
recuperate: to spend time recovering from an illness or the effects of medical treatment, especially by resting
[ 15th century. < Latin convalescere < valescere "grow strong" < valere "be strong]

I never thought I'd use the word "convalescing" in a sentence, particularly not to describe myself, but it so beautifully and acurately describes the situation. Even if the resting is drug-induced. The good news is that everything seemes to be on the mend now.

I am a terrible convalescer.

This is my brother/mine/friend-who-justgot-married-this-weekend-and-has-one-semester-left-at-school-and-can't-find-just-a-fall-lease's room. The house was built in 1925, and has a lot of the origional lathe-and-plaster wallboarding up [the bathroom has been redone since then!!]. No where is this more aparent than this bedroom.

It needed some help. Okay, it needed a lot of help.

Some before pictures.

I painted the outlet cover for my brother. The bears are the natrual tile, ground is a white underglaze, the "sky" is a crystaline which I've forgotten the name of. Brother picked out the new wall color.

 
mom found the curtains at volde-mart in the seasonal clearance isle.


Disaster area? I think yes.
 






 The color is called "young seedling". It's two shades darker than my room down the hall.



Grandpa-relics. Or, as he puts it, "What am I going to do with them?". There are a few more to be hung up, but they go along well with the whole "man-cave" motif. The green is a lot darker in person than in the pictures, but you can see, it's there.
 
 SO. MUCH. BETTER!
 


Yes, that's the Lyd. We weren't sure how long the convalescing was going to take. No, that's so not a vintage Return of the Jedi sleeping bag on the blanket rack, or a fleece My Little Pony throw on the bed. Not a chance. Get your eyes checked.