No more time for being afraid

There is too much going on in my life for me to be afraid of anything. So, I tossed my last prevailing fear from before I turned 50 into the wind and rainy weather yesterday morning and took my class supply list to the quilt store and talked to the owner. I met her with my apologies for waiting three weeks to get back with her and never mentioned that I had been putting it off because...well, I want to teach so bad. What if I do it and I hate it? Better to want something than to get it and not like it, right? At least there is some pleasure in the wanting, but what is there in the hating?

Anyway, I recognize that is stupid. After all, there is so much going on in my life right now that so what if I find something I hate. That just frees up time for things I enjoy. Right? Please agree. And, I got to use my 20% teachers discount for the first time. Hey, fringe benies, right?

Anyway, I got the yellow fabrics for the Dresden Plates. Here are the first two mounted. The others are pinned to their squares so I can just pick one up and go.



The golden yellow tone of the fabric is washed out in this picture, probably by the gold that is going to be the centers and part of the faux garden path sashing. I got a slightly better picture here. The background is the same shade as the solid gold, but with all the white "ditzy's" on it, it looks much lighter. Not a reproduction fabric. I changed my mind at the last minute. I tried out a print from my stash, just for color/shade and loved it and decided to do that instead of the solid. I keep telling myself, it's okay to mix styles and periods, so long as respect is paid to one by the other. A new print respects the remake of the blocks that are made from vintage fabrics. I think that's pretty respectful of the vintage fabrics. At least I hope so. Anyway, never going to be a judged quilt except by me and you.



Roll, Roll Cotton Boll is practically finished. I finished all the quilting yesterday, sitting in the sewing room, listening to Rob and Topsy tell old stories. It was really nice. Anyway, I sewed the binding on with machine and started the hand work to sew it to the back and realized that I had not reset the tension on the machine from using invisible thread and so the red thread that I used to sew on the green binding was showing...like an eighth of an inch showing when I pulled it tight. That's not right. So, I've got to go around it on the machine again...correctly this time... and then I can start the finger work on this. In the meantime, I get to sew plates to backgrounds.

But, I swear, judge. I didn't mess up on purpose so that I could do what I'd rather do. Honest.



So, this is miss Sydney, before the humidity did a number on her ringlets. Actually I was trying to get her to do something to relax those and she said, just give it a few minutes and sure enough, we walked out the door and it fell into loose and soft curls all over her head.





And, a pic of Sydney and Topsy and me.





Sydney is trying to impress Grandma with how grown up she can be. Unfortunately, it's coming across as smart mouth. So, we've had an escalating series of warning shots fired that this morning, culminated in a full on verbal assault while Grandma was in the shower. She is enjoying a much better attitude now. Sometimes, you just gotta remind 'em who's boss. And, who's gonna be here after Grandma goes home. I guess being all grown up wasn't really worth it.





Today, we're all driving up to have lunch with LD. Fun, fun. We never eat out this much. We took Topsy for Thai food last night. Her first time. She is an adventurous eater.

And, lest I forget that I have a giveaway going on, Bratling, you won the coin toss. Please shoot me an email with your snail address and I'll drop them in the mail.

Everybody have a great Sunday. Some of us lost an hour last night. I sure could use it back!!





Lane