In A Bookish, Quilty Mood

Cards made yesterday morning while avoiding cleaning my house, lol. How editing out of order helps as well as hand quilting the perimeter is occasionally necessary. But when creative time is squeezed, better to adapt than not create at all. Well okay! I thought this up about half an hour ago after spending the early (but not stupid early) morning reading through The Enran Chronicles Book 3. Not like delving into it from Chapter One, more like opening the document, peering at the first paragraph, then smirking at myself because right now there are not enough straight uninterrupted days to begin a proper read-through of the novel. Yet on one particular morning, like today, I could peruse a few chunks, which I did indeed do as I scrolled more than halfway through the story, plopping myself into a scene, then within a few minutes finding a typo! What? Well, okay.... Good thing I landed on that page, with enough wherewithal to notice said typo, then correct said typo. I completed that chap

  Humboldt morning sky. My husband's sixtieth birthday is approaching and we're hosting a party. Our eldest daughter has organized much of it over the last several months, as it was unknown to my hubby until the end of last month. He was GOBSMACKED, in a very nice way, and now it's days from happening. Time really moves at its own fickle pace, in that when this party first came into being, spring was flirting with our part of the state, but in full swing in the SF Bay Area, where our daughter lives. Today I wore a turtleneck, the first of this autumn season. We ran a lot of errands, some party-related, some not. I finished reading through The Hawk Book 2 yesterday, and no editing occurred today, nor any sewing. I just spent the last hour adding To Do's from the party spreadsheet onto my phone in the form of reminders, including that of Fill in white board with day's tasks . The white board dwells in the mud room, we probably need markers for it as it came with the

  Trees on our property that won't bow to the wishes of the stars. Photo by my husband. The Big Dipper and the rest of the stars near it will have moved further westward in the sky. That was the first thing I considered when I peered out the living room window this morning, noting how far westward that constellation has veered. Just a couple of months ago, it was much further eastward, yet I can still see it, twinkling over the treeline as though it told the Redwoods to get out of the way. Deep breath taken; that's not the only thing to consider, but maybe it's better to start this post with musings about natural phenomena than, well.... Politics isn't even the way to describe the state of America's electoral process. And honestly, I won't delve deeply into what might occur, in that actually in a week all that will definitely happen is advertising won't feature this or that candidate or proposition. In one week, that will have ended. What comes next is.... N

  Such a colourful, pretty quilt! The last few days have been full of sewing; I completed a quilt top, made a backing, then fixed a quilt sandwich, basting it this evening. Now I'm plopped on the sofa while the Golden State Warriors and Los Angeles Clippers clamor in the background. I might not even get to any hand-quilting tonight, but that's okay. It's enough that the quilt is lounging quietly beside me. I also finished the most complicated (so far) block of the Red Sky at Night EPP. Idle Moments was anything but, yet I took my time, basting, then stitching, a quarter of it each evening, completing it last night, WHEW! Today I cut fabric for the last of the small blocks, bagging it all up with the coordinating papers, then bringing it to where I sew at night. Hand-quilting will share time with hand-sewing over the next few weeks, as I'm hoping to complete the quilt before Thanksgiving. I read there are sixty pieces in this particular pattern. Dude, that's a LOT o

  This sticker graces the back of my phone case. I LOVE the colour blue, indicative of my political leanings too. This morning I put flannel sheets on the bed. A few weeks back, maybe even last week, I wore capri pants. However it is now the twenty-fourth of October and I'm already wearing warm PJs to bed, so.... It was inevitable, merely in that seasons alter, wardrobes as well, and finally linens. I've also added an extra blanket on my side of the mattress, obscuring the quilt completely. Which gives me pause about keeping that fabric WIP for myself, in that the crocheted throw extends well over the end of the bed, one of the reasons I was making a new quilt for myself in the first place. I have a person in mind for that quilt, lol, which hasn't garnered much of my attention recently, too many afternoon errands on the agenda. But I will get to it, maybe today, maybe. Fall housekeeping also calls my name, sigh, and while I'd love to turn a deaf ear to that task, an inn

  Yesterday we hosted a woman and her husband for whom our house and property are very meaningful. She grew up here, and he's been accompanying her back to her hometown for over fifty years. Two years ago they visited, finding a water tank on the southern edge of the forest from where water used to flow to the house. The outbuilding isn't large; the wooden roof was rotten, mosquitoes finding it a haven. It was her quest to locate the structure, merely to satisfy her curiosity. Yet my husband took it as a challenge, fashioning a new roof which he has turned into what he calls The Lookout. He included the railing, making it safe for all ages, and to their delight, it provides a marvelous vantage point to admire the house and woods. Afterwards we went out for lunch, thoroughly enjoying the camaraderie. She asked what I had been up to, and I noted that in addition to quilting, I was busy with revisions, hoping to publish a third novel later in the year. Both she and her husband wer