Peeps Quilt… 2 blocks done

Working on the Peeps Quilt… 2 down, 20 to go! Since each one takes about a week…this will be quite the long term project.

700 peep block Nat 8-23-14

Finished the Natalia Angel block on August 23rd. I layered her dress using a textured damask and a cotton with a finished edge. The pattern didn’t have any hair so I added a few extra lines to it then embroidered a few curls. Her mouth is a French knot. Her wings are left over scraps from making angel buntings, think it’s quite fitting. Added a border so her block will be the same size as the other peeps blocks… of course I totally forgot to measure the block. Her pattern can be found for free at:

700 peep block Elaine 8-24-14

As usual I piece the me block before starting anyone else’s… this way if I screw up it’s just little old me and I could make another. I can’t say as my legs have ever looked thinner! OK I did mess up the mouth… I should stick to one French knot for everyone else’s mouths… 3 knots make me look like I’ve have some sort of enlargement gone wrong. Wee little Barbie buttons make for the perfect eye color. I used this cool corn fabric for my hair and left over tie dyed heavy cotton for the background… painfully bright! According to the pattern this block is 8X10 finished…didn’t measure it however. This pattern had to be purchased but I think it was well worth the $9!


Hands coming together

Hands day 3 5-1-14

my family’s hands day 3…looks like one more hearty day and tangling and this one will be done. I’ve gotten over my dislike of the Office Windows….they are blending in quite nicely!
again phone photo…when it’s complete I’ll use my regulation camera since out scanner isn’t big enough for 11X14 paper…

family of hands the continuing saga

hands day 2 4-30-14work in process…I’m not over joyed with the office windows so I may frappe’ those a bit more…think it’s the thickness of the lines…
oh well oh also pardon the quality of photo…camera phone… didn’t fee like running upstairs to get the actual camera and this paper is too big for the scanner…
April 29th 2014

let the power of Zen compel you

M is for 4-27-14

M is for mostly moldy Muffy who’s miffed at the morons making movies mostly muttonheaded

April 27th 2014

 O is for 4-27-14

O is for Ogden’s oblivious ogling of Olga’s Ovum…ouch

April 27th 2014

 family hand string WIP 4-28-14

String made of hands: Mine, my mom, Jim & Jazmin’s…it will grow into a family Zentangle started April 28th 2014

 two fingers done Family Hand 4-28-14

2 fingers done of the 20 available in the Family Zentangle…these two are from my hand…yeah I know you can tell! April 28th 2014

 Paisley WIP 4-28-14

Fabulous paisley placed on Jim’s palm…FABULOUS…love making paisleys! April 28th 2014

lil this lil that

4 flannel girlie buntings for wee little angels…these are about 6 inches tall and 4 inches wide folded…the pattern can be found at these will eventually be shipped out to God’s Tiny Angels in West Virginia completed March 23rd 2013

Hot Spicy pink dye bath…you can even see the steam March 31st 2013

The finished tie dyed hoodie…I think it turned out quite nice! March 31st 2013

500 morticia 2 3-24-13

Morticia on much more comfortable substrate…no idea why she looks green…must be the flash…She’s an Emperor Scorpion…I’m guessing that she’s a she…March 24th 2013

500 morticia 1 3-24-13

Jim’s Meningioma quilt is done

Jim’s Meningioma Tumor Star Quilt…

started February 1st 2013 completed March 4th 2013

All cotton fabric with polyester batting, 52 inches square the center star was made by and given in an art trade, the rest of this rainbowie happiness was machine pieced by Elaine the ever lovin’ wife of James A Myhre My Lima Bean Man the stripe border was made from left over rainbow colors from the Quilt with a View there are monkey squares left over from a couple monkey baby quilts made in 2012 the purple/blue chunk border is made from fabric received from a lovely lady in the Quilter’s Coven. theres also a border of Autism puzzle fabric… the quilting was done all be hand by Elaine…in each of the monkey squares there’s a star quilted… a star for each hour Jim was in surgery…a star for each day he was in the hospital…and a star for every day Oliver, Olivia and Shamus missed him while he was gone… there are 3 monkey squares too small for the star template, in those there’s a J, I, and a M quilted.

In the first white border there’s a poem quilted:

Star Light Star Bright

First Star I see Tonight

I wish I may I with I might

Have the Wish I wish tonight

On the back of the quilt in the signature square there’s the words from the book I Like Stars that Oliver can read to us this year! Quilt was kinda named (well it says this on the signature square) ‘Starlight in my Eye’

Surgery +1

one day out from the surgery and I’m working on breathing…crying at home only, think I’m doing pretty good since I’m waiting to get home to break down…Jim is still in ICU waiting for a bed to open in the neurology wing…

as the tumor was a different variety then they thought it was initially he should improve quickly…well quicker than expected in the 1st place.  He’s not as dizzy as before the surgery, dizzy in a different way…more like seeing double when he’s moving rather than spinny barfy…

I visited today till 2 pm and I thought he felt warm when I kissed him for the b-zillionth time…he poo-pooed it since he is such a man…so I told on him on my way out the door…hey…it’s my job to be the man nark…oh he had heart burn too that he was blowing off…told on that too…that’s what he gets for trying to be all tough in front of me…

I’m getting better at driving in the big cities…not truely enjoying it or anything silly like that and I lost the jeep in the parking garage…CHA I know loose a jeep covered in bumper stickers…who would have thunk it…I’m just not getting used to the big city folk…they don’t make eye contact and when I smile and say hi I’m looked at like I just escaped the psych ward…am I such a freak? and those looks are just from the one’s that do make eye contact…the rest are absorbed with their phones or watching their feet walk…I gave up eventually in the tunnel to the garage…I watched my feet walk…not nearly as exciting as looking up…

here’s Jim on the mend…he wanted this picture taked so I could show Oliver that Jim is a little damaged but he’s still rocking on…

on a wacky note…hey this stress crap is a wonderful diet plan…either that or that horrid hospital food I tried yesterday…lost 5 pounds…don’t worry now…as soon as I get him home I’ll pile all that lard right back on!

some cheese with your whine?

Jim’s surgery is in 4 days…4 entire days…96 hours give or take…I am so stressed…scared…unhappy…weirdly lonely…terrified…but I don’t get to show it…oh I get to cry in the shower since I’m basically alone…Shamus is usually on the heat vent but he doesn’t tell on me for not being strong…I am a wimp…this whole strength thing is a very weak opaque facade I am an emotional pile of whiny goo…I feel like crying in the car, at work, in the waiting rooms…every where it seems some creepy mean little thought will enter my head all coated in failure and alone forever and the tears will fill my eyes…deep breath…look up…nope those tears are still there threatening to run over and down my cheek for all to see…then the seething anger lumbers in…what, you’re crying? WTF for…stiff upper lip…you’re the woman, you must be strong for all those who depend on you…if you falter in front of them how will they ever cope…if you’re weak it means that you are not going to be there for everyone’s everything…you’re not dependable…you’re not the rock you pretend to be… whiny me whimpers back that I’m tired of being the rock…I want to be a squishy feather pillow and just lay there waiting for someone else to do everything…I want to sit back and watch for a while…the thick of things isn’t nearly as enjoyable as I pretend it is…I want to sleep for days and let someone else do it all, schedule everything, get everywhere in the nick of time, take the notes, remember all the numbers and important names…I want to be a content calm ‘everything-will-be-ok’ lump.  I grow weary of all this adult responsibility crap…I am still terrified…can I still do everything with this idiot grin of bliss on my face? Will I eventually just come out and say my day sucks…I’m sick of this and your banal questions are driving me insane?  Yeah I am working hard and hardly working…what of it? Want a fist in your face? And I’m a pacifist to many people’s guffaw…can I continue this fake happiness?  How comfy is that rubber room and can I bring my sewing machine? I really want to remain strong…be that dependable rock with all the answers and keep that tighter than a gnat’s ass schedule without loosing my whiny wimpy cry baby mind along the way.  UGH…just ugh…

There it’s out there for all to see…and ya know what…I still feel like crying…

Ask My Mom How She Is

mom and turtle early 70s

My Mom, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She’ll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mom how she is
And because she can’t explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can’t describe the pain.

Ask my Mom how she is,
She’ll say “I’m alright.”
If that’s the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?

Ask my Mom how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn’t have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my Mom how she is,
“I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping.”
For God’s sake Mom, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She’ll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She’ll lie and say she’s fine.

I am Here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don’t listen,
Hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We’ll smile and I’ll be bold.
I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!”


twas 10 days before Christmas

Oliver’s fabulous crabby patty cake December 15th 2012

Olivia trying to escape Neena’s claw like holiday grasp December 15th 2012

Liv has a bow blue and all December 15th 2012

Having a seat in her lovely gown December 15th 2012

Olie just knows this gift is clothing! December 15th 2012

Secret Santa Monkeys for Brendan and Max kiddles of my secret Santa girl! December 15th 2012

Shamus no likes his new Frankenweenie outfit December 15th 2012

Olie and the fabulous cake! December 15th 2012

Contemplating the pile of goodies December 15th 2012

Oliver with his yippee Spongebob Lego kit December 15th 2012

Shall I spin for you? December 15th 2012

Shamus…has gone from dislike to loath…remove this fabric torture! December 15th 2012

Chew toys totally wipe out Shamus December 16th 2012

Olivia can walk this way December 15th 2012

Assorted wee ones awaiting their final destination.  I’m thinking the red white & blue one will go to my niece Meg in the Army.  The pink with the kitty button will go to Judi…the rest…well we shall see! Pattern found in the book: Stray Sock Sewing, Too: Super Cute Sock Softies to Make and Love by Daniel December 17th 2012

Choices so many Choices, Oliver has to choose which wee man will go to his friend Neal in Burnsville…the blue 3 buttoned one won! Pattern found in the book: Stray Sock Sewing, Too: Super Cute Sock Softies to Make and Love by Daniel December 17th 2012

One newborn sock can make one fabulous wee person in about 1 ½ hours! Pattern found in the book: Stray Sock Sewing, Too: Super Cute Sock Softies to Make and Love by Daniel December 15th 2012

A small gathering of wee ones Pattern found in the book: Stray Sock Sewing, Too: Super Cute Sock Softies to Make and Love by Daniel December 16th 2012