Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Christmas Lists in the Twenty-First Century - On the Internet

The alarm on my phone woke me just as the morning light was beginning to filter through the blinds. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for the sound to stop so I could sleep another thirty minutes. My groggy, morning self bemoaned my industrious evening self for setting the alarm so early and putting it in the kitchen so I had to walk the length of the house to turn it off. Curled up in my covers with my head buried in my pillow, I was grateful that at least I had the sound set to the pleasant melody of 'Marimba' rather than the blaring honk of 'Alarm.' Finally, I opened one eye to peek at Hubby's clock-radio. Six minutes and it was still going, and I knew that even if it stopped at that moment, I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. So I trudged to the kitchen, turned it off, and glanced out the window where I was treated to an almost magical sunrise through the mist rising from the ground.

Funny how I can have my morning tasks lined up in my mind before I go to bed, but the next morning I can't think of anything I need to do. Last night I decluttered and cleaned the foyer and coat closet. Today, I worked on the family room, but I knew it wasn't the first thing I intended to do this morning. Then I remembered. I was going to write a blog post. If I had a subject in mind last night, it has completely escaped me now. So I'll tell you about our Christmas lists.

Last Christmas, we decided to draw names for this year. Having never done this before, we drew names and kept them secret from each other. We've found that it is so easy to buy for each other when we've exchanged Amazon wish lists, or sent links to our wish list items in an email. I knew it would harder for my mother-in-law because she doesn't have a computer, but Hubby could walk her through it with his ipad. The kids much prefer buying online than in stores, and my mother buys online quite often, so we were all set. Well, except that we all tend to procrastinate about getting our lists done.

Yesterday, I received a letter from my mother. Since my birthday is coming up, I thought it might be a card or letter. But this is what was inside:



On pages where the website isn't printed at the bottom, she's written it in.

I'm reminded of that Esurance commercial where the lady taped her vacation photos to her living room wall to share them with all her friends and when her friend disagreed, she said, "I unfriend you."

The first time I saw that commercial, I thought to myself that, while funny, no one would do that. But then again.....

"That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works."

Monday, October 20, 2014

Such a Lovely Weekend

Friday evening, Hubby and I drove to Farmers Branch, Texas, for their Bluegrass Heritage Foundation Bluegrass Festival. We actually just went to see Rhonda Vincent and The Rage, Hubby's favorite group. The next morning I got up and drove to Belton, Texas to join my high school friends for a girls' weekend at D's house. They went to a spa while I drove up, and I got there in time to enjoy a picnic lunch D made and walk around the downtown area where they were having a third Saturday Market Days.

Then it was time for some nonstop talking and catching up, dinner out at a wonderful new Italian restaurant in Temple, and back to D's house for more talking and lots of laughing as we sat around her fire pit until almost midnight. Music set to a 70's station and we laughed about some of the songs and sang along to others. About 10 pm, we saw a bright light in the northeast coming toward us. As it got closer, we could see that it had both a white and red light, but was totally quiet. D turned off the music and dimmed the outdoor lights but we couldn't tell what it was. There was one, and then another, then a couple flying together, and they kept coming until we counted nine of them flying over us. We don't know if they were drones or some kind of stealth helicopter. They were apparently flying to Fort Hood though.

Sorry, no pictures for this blog post. Bad blogger here. I didn't take a real camera and my cell was nearly dead by the time I got to D's house.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Such a Cut Up Quilt Finished

My first, and possibly last, attempt at free-motion quilting the Such a Cut-Up Quilt I started here. And no, you will not see a close up of that stitching here. I assure it, it wasn't pretty, and I even used chalk lines to try to keep me in line. It not only needs to be viewed from the back of a galloping horse, but with glasses off - your glasses, not the horse.  Luckily, I used varigated thread on the front and black on the back, so it's hard to see the stitches.  I wanted to take this quilt to quilt group on Thursday and remembered I hadn't taken a picture for my blog. It was too windy to put it outside, so I made a makeshift design board in front of a window and then rushed out the door. Please ignore the drying pecans on the window sill.




I forgot to take a picture of the back, so included a scrap of the leftover backing fabric.



The ladies at quilt group didn't seem to think the quilting was too bad, so it went into the box to be given to the next man whose name is given to us.  White at quilt group, I picked up these blocks and found some fabric scraps to go with them. Our quilt group is a church group that makes quilts for elderly or ill members of the church family and all of our fabric has been donated. These blocks were in a bag of donated string blocks, but the others were either very bright colors or smaller. I'm going to have to recut these a half inch as some of them have strips that don't quite reach the edge. I have a month to make them into a 38x48 lap quilt.




Also, next month is our quilt guild Christmas party and I am supposed to make a mug rug, whatever that is. So, off to google that. Enjoy your long weekend. I'm going to be sewing.

I'm linking to MOP (My Own Progress) Monday at Tweety Loves Quilting.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Blogger is Driving Me Crazy(ier)

For a long time, I've noticed that I don't have an email for every comment made on my blog, and lately, nearly every comment I make on other blogspot blogs bounces back as undeliverable. I even did a little test yesterday and commented on blogs where I did receive their emails, and the email part of my comment still bounced back.

There have been other things about blogger, mostly having to do with google, that I don't care for also. I'm probably one of the few people who doesn't like Google Plus and wish I'd never signed up. Now I can't seem to get out of it without affecting my blog.

Years ago, when I was locked out of my blog (turned out to be a temporary glitch), I registered with wordpress. Same name as here, just with wordpress. But after becoming accustomed to the way blogger works, I found wordpress fairly difficult. By the time I learned the basics there, my blog here was working again. So I put the wordpress blog on the back burner - no, it was further back than that - it went to a closet in the basement. (and no, I don't really have a basement)

A few weeks ago, I decided once again to chunk blogspot and migrate over to the wordpress blog I had created. But then I couldn't find the password, and had no idea what email I was using back then. Apparently, it was an email I no longer use. So now I have to start over again with a new name if I go to wordpress. That's good in a way, because The Next Fifty Years is so common that it's hard to find in a search. Not that there are many unique and catchy names available now.

What do you think?

Monday, October 6, 2014

A Most Wonderful Gift for the Singer Featherweight

I showed you the Singer Featherweight I bought at an estate sale in this post. It came with the basic foot, and after researching it, I saw that the old zipper attachment I had held onto for many years would have worked on it - except I donated it to a thrift store just a couple of years ago. Then Nancy from Wyoming Breezes contacted me because she had found some attachments for the Featherweight and wanted to know if I wanted them. And then she gifted them to me!

I've been dying to show them to you, but I thought it would be best to identify them first. Aren't they wonderful?



Thank you Nancy!