Saturday, January 23, 2010

Post No 224

Short Story: workshop, mystery quilt, no pattern, verbal instructions, strips, sew a block, cut, re-sew, cut, re-sew.

I could tell I was not going to be able to achieve a standard with which I would be happy to make enough blocks for a quilt...

So I now have a table runner on which I can practice my free-motion quilting...
If you kind of blur your eyes it doesn't look so bad...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Birthday Fat Quarter Swap

I joined Maree's Birthday Fat Quarter Swap for 2010. As my birthday was a couple of weeks ago, I have a delightful little bundles of fat quarters to show off. I had a nice little pile of parcels when I got back from my holiday.
From top-left clockwise. From Sheryl (My Upstairs Sewing Room), Sandy (Sandy's Patchwork Angel), Laurie (ER & LJ Travels), Karin (no blog) and Lise (The Chocolate Cat) ...
And a wee bit later, as she lives far far away from a post office, from Narelle (Nell's Notions) - photographed at my husband's workbench because he has the best OTT light ever...
So I have thanked you all individually, but I am adding another big thank you and a big hug!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Valley of the Giants

Many of you would know by now that I spent my birthday at the Treetop Walk in the Valley of the Giants. It was stunning and exhilarating! Thank you for all your best wishes...

In the middle 40 metres from the forest floor - the bridge sways...

Mr Fixit... cool as anything...

A face only a mother could love...



Thursday, January 7, 2010

Happy Birthday to Me!

(not my cake - courtesy of Google images)

Today is my birthday and I am entering an even year...

I'm away having a week of celebration in beautiful Albany, Western Australia.

I'll come home tired and sunburned and needing a rest... a very successful vacation!

Back next week!



Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year!

I read this here. Too funny and too true!

'Twas the month after Christmas...

'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house,
nothing would fit me not even a blouse.
The biscuits I nibbled the champagne I’d taste,
all the holiday parties have gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number,
When I’d walk to the shops (less a walk than a lumber)
I’d remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
the gravies, the sauces, the beef nicely rared.
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese.
And the way I'd not said “No thank you, Please.”
As I dressed myself in my husbands old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt.
I said to myself as only I can,
“you can’t spend all summer disguised as a man.’
So away with the last sour cream dip,
get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip,
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
until all the unwanted kilos have vanished.
I won’t have a biscuit, not even a lick;
I’ll only want to chew a tasty celery stick.
I won’t have hot scones, or cake, or fruit pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I’m hungry, I’m lonesome…and life is a bore,
but isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to laugh, no longer a riot,
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all - and to all a good diet.

Busy packing for tomorrow's early start!



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