Saturday sew-in

Linda
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My soul is fed with needle and thread, my body with chocolate.

a nifty idea and give-away for clothing sewers

Here is a neat idea, fabric for sewing clothing "yardage guestimate" credit card sized reference cards that are designed to be carried around in your hand bag. Gwyn Hug has created these. There is a giveaway here (until Nov. 11). You can find the cards here if you want to order some.

You will have to click the link to see these as I was unable to link to the product image itself, but if you know a clothing sewer they will appreciate this tool!

weekends can be wonderful

There were hundreds of geese resting on the shore, as we approached they took flight into the sky.

I love this amazing texture. I love texture as much as I love colour. I need to let myself play with them as much as I dream about them. I want both to meet traditional challenges so I can master the skills that the exacting work demands as much as I want to enjoy the inspirations that excite me when I look at colour and texture.

Isn't she a cutie! She joined the wild women for another wonderfully rejuvenating weekend that ended far to quickly.


This is the sunset over Lake Huron last Saturday night. My friends have been following my toes having fun on Face Book.

...and here are the aforementioned place mats in action!

the placemats are done...

I realized that I only need 7 gifts. What'cha think? The hardest thing was to cut into yardage to make the backings. I dug through my strip scraps, my calico scraps to build out the blocks. These ended up to be 13" x 20 1/2" rectangles. Lots of room for a plate, our wine, great bread and dessert!

I am so looking forward to this weekend. Our group of "sisters" has been getting together for fun a few times a year since 1984. The wonderful sunset over Lake Huron, the wood stove, the damp, the warmth, the laughs, the stories, the quiet, the tears, the shopping, the food, the wine, the hugs and the absolutely overflowing treasure chest of memories we have been creating together. The weather outside never matters, we did not even know the road washed out one year, once I followed a snow plow down an empty road most of the way there - when I arrived I found out that the roads had been closed. We have shared May, November, February - whenever we can make our schedules match. We are so very lucky that our friend shares her cottage home so generously.

Orphan Blocks into Placmats

Once upon a time there was a swap. 12 inch, green themed blocks. We would each make 12, or was it 16 blocks and they would be swapped at a central location.

Sometimes swap participation stretches to the extent of my gambling comfort zone, I will end up with something though, no matter what (unless the postal system fails me). In any case, about 6 years ago, or more I received a bundle (7) of green and white blocks, and I had another bundle (9) of my own twisted log cabin blocks - we ended up with only 8 swappers. The only problem was that the blocks were so dissimilar I could not imagine them ever being together in a single quilt - and I love anything green.

I have pillaged this stack for various smaller projects over the years, this week I may well decimate it. I want to make a set of 8 place mats to take as my "party favours" for my weekend away. These will end up as a set of 8, but rather each will go home with a friend.

I have pulled out some complimentary fabrics and we shall see how it goes. This is the "before" photo:

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Gratuitous rainbow image. About 5 minutes and 4 miles down the road I could see the far end of it. Today I had time to pull over and take pictures with my BB (I actually stopped 5 times) of the brilliant sun and dark clouds facing off.

(as always here, these images are clickable so you can see them full screen)

Land of the Red Rock

I love colour. I have said that here before, more than once. Arizona has amazing colour. Today in South Western Ontario it was an amazing colour day. On my drive into work the early morning sun made the trees glow. Each tree looked to be lit from within. I wanted to take a picture because the gold, orange, red were stunning.

Today however is the first active day of the law banning hand-held cellphone use in Ontario. Since I do not usually drive around with my camera I rely on my Black Berry. If I stopped and parked I would have arrived in to work later than I should be. So I drove through and took the Kodak shot in my mind. Leaving work at the end of the day the same brilliant still shone brightly into the autumn leaves. I could not decide exactly how to name the golden orange colour that glowed around me. As I stopped to buy some pumpkins and perhaps take that brilliantly coloured scene shot the sun dropped too low and the glimmer faded. I missed the shot.

There was a special rainbow in the sky just before the sun dropped. It was not part of a visible band but more like one wide swath of colour in between the massing clouds.

I started the post promising red rock from our Arizona trip so here are some images:

(if you look closely you can see the Inukshuk I built on the rocks near West Sedona)

Besides colour, Arizona has cheerful and generous quilters:

I decided that the colour of the leaves today here in South Western Ontario really is "candle -lit pumpkin".

(plot summary: on vacation I carry the camera everywhere so I can take lots of pictures, going to work I simply take my purse, my BB and my travel thermos of tea so I don't usually take pictures. I have to fix this because the colours in SW Ontario today were truly just as majestic as the red rock photos)

Landscape Technique Workshop with Miriam

I have been away having so much fun. A highlight from this week was a mini international retreat right here at home. The village of Ailsa Craig sponsored a quilt show from Ireland and a group of lovely women came to teach and visit. Miriam is a fellow member of an online Postcard Swapping Group. We have been sharing work for at least a year or perhaps 2 now. Plans were made with a friend from Eastern Ontario, upstate New York and a few local ladies to take the class together.

The Postcard Cottage girls and friends

(who should be new members soon anyway!) Miriam is so lovely to meet.

It was very thrilling to see that our Miriam was going to be one of the featured teachers this year. Cotton-by-Post had presented the earlier exhibitions on quilts from Russia and quilts from East Africa. The workshop day was so much fun

Our day unfolded a bit like this....

Miriam tried very hard to remind us all day that we were to forget about straight lines. The only straight lines she wanted to see were the horizon line and the water horizon if we added a water feature to our picture. We played with sheers, organza, lace, tulle, silk, yarns, and other fancy decorative trims to come up with our own versions:

Miriam has a blog on the Irish Patchwork Society site so please visit her there to see more photos.

The next day was a play day for us so. We loaded up 2 cars and 9 quilters for some local sigh seeing and shop-hopping. We love The Marsh Store and Shirley. She is definately an enabler. They have all those wonderful, special, beautiful fabrics that you dream about.

We made a stop at the Lucan Historical Museum since they were featuring a quilt show as well.

Our touring group were pretty happy though that we were not riding the stage coach.

And to bring the day to a close we enjoyed our "farewell" coffee at Timmie's.

Smiling Irish Eyes enjoying Maple Cream Donuts....

....in my little world, Blog Action Day

I was anticipating that I could write an insightful and intelligent piece. I considered climate change from countless angles.
What I kept returning to is my personal perspective. I thought then that I should choose a particular month or season and review how I have experienced it over the 50+ passings.
I have moved across the continent, from east to west and up and down a bit so it would not be a fair consideration.
What if I considered the climate change in terms of colour - who knows where I thought I could go with that but this too ended up nowhere.
Gardening? Diet? Outside activity? Sports? Laundry? None of these are directly impacted by climate change in a way that variations from year to year have made any significant change in my world.
Some years have been truly hot and dry, others hot and wet, some cold and some quite unremarkable in their blandness. I suppose then that in my tiny world climate change has not been more than another variation in the recurring cycles.

But it has affected my dreams in a real way. I have always dreamt of massive glacial expanses, of visiting the far northern territories to see the tundra. I imagine the absolute beauty of the frozen blue/white world that has existed in that extreme.
I think about the very short summer season and the range of temperature. The icebergs. The ice breakers. Protecting the northern waterways as Canadian lands.

And here the reality is that the Yukon had warmer temperatures for most of the summer than I experienced in South western Ontario.
I have read travelogues of people who visited glaciers 30 years ago, returning to find the spots they viewed them from no where near the glaciers. The glaciers are retreating thousands of feet back - perhaps like a time eons ago when they used to cover the northern expanses for thousands of miles but not now. The far north experienced an open waterway year long - and cruise companies are looking to expand into selling northern cruises. That definitely is a change. A change for the lives of those whose annual cycles depended upon the waters to freeze and the world to be blue/white.
This is big- even if my own little life has not changed much. Nature, culture, dreams. These all have really changed. Our small perspective may not be able to identify specific effects. In the greater scheme of hundreds of thousands of years this may be the natural pattern - after all the earth was once covered all by water and then dinosaurs walked the continents and that too changed. In our lifetimes and generations we can mark these changes. That is too fast. We should not have noticed any changes - but we do. Perhaps not in our small lives but the changes do exist, just beyond our personal perimeters. And for some, their whole lives are changing and that really does effect me. I am woven into to this planet and equally a part of its fabric just like you are too.

Blog Action Day.