20/20 vision

They (whoever "they" are) say we look at our past with 20/20 vision. This is true I suppose, as I've just looked back at my previous posts and see my narrow, mean and tight fisted attitude.

I believe I've officially become a grumpy old woman!

My friend who finageled a good bit of fabric out of me...is now a dear friend and I find it hard to deny her anything. Her tenacity in dire times, ill-health and just a Shit Happens attitude has endeared her to me by no small means. I have so much (even though I frequently think I lack) and she has so little. If the widow had clutched her mite...could she have been able to accept anymore? I doubt it. So, I've decided to be more generous, be more forgiving and be far more patient.

I've had big plans for this year, and of course they've almost all failed.

I wanted my grandson to come and visit me go to school here for a year and learn about England.... but my husband retired early and did so without really discussing it with me. He told me he couldn't stand working anymore and wanted early retirement, end of! So of course he did, planning on funds from a legal suit over a past injury to help us over the hump till his state pension kicks in...this has been in the works for over three years, and will I'm sure go on for much longer...what was he thinking? Or he might have thought he would win the lottery?! At any rate, the money is not forthcoming, he's underfoot 24/7 and although I said I would be more generous, forgiving and patient...I'm not sure it's directed at him for now....bear with me as I bear with him! If Joseph had come to visit, he wouldn't have been able to leave work...so excuses about the education systems being so different were used to put off his visit. It broke my heart and put a bit of a wedge between us. And I love that boy more than anything. He's getting too old to want to spend time with this old girl. It was my chance to have him in my life for a very special time.

My quilting has bogged down. I've been stuck making baby quilts and they are not what I want to do. I need to finish them I've got three or four tops made waiting quilting and two more to go. Two have already made their way to the babies and parents. This brings me to why am I working so hard to get them made. I want to make a quilt for my aunt and uncle's 50th anniversary. It's in November (the end thank God) and I need these little quilts finished so I can put my energy into the Anniversary quilt.

These are the two completed baby quilts. The Garden Fairy belongs to Jocelyn Silcock.

The Crazy Patch was made for Caitlyn Palmer. Both patterns of a sort came from Popular Patchwork magazine. So...I'm getting there. I'm trying to be more generous, I'm trying to not murder my husband (joke) and I'm trying to finish these darn quilts!

Quilting what a change!

I've not been doing a lot of quilting the past couple of months. A stretched femoral nerve has wrecked havoc on my life. The days and night of pain seemed to last for days. In actual fact it took one week to get into a doctor, another week for the medicine to kick in. Then it took three weeks of medicine and healing before I even started thinking about quilting again. The medicine knocked me silly and I wasn't going near a sewing machine if I was that high. I couldn't sit, I couldn't stand...so I reclined on the sofa and watched six weeks of day time TV...someone shoot me please! Now however, I'm back in the saddle so to speak and I'm rip roaring and ready to go.

I've completed two quilts (the quilt tops made previously), tweeked another quilt top, made another quilt top and I'm getting ready to quilt the tweeked one and the recently completed top. then I will make another baby quilt top, quilt two more quilts and keep that as my schedule. Make a top, quilt two, make a top, quilt two. Eventually I will catch up! I've two quilts I want to make for little old me. Just for me and me alone. They started out as swaps from two websites, www.blockcentral.com and www.popularpatchwork.com . I will post pics when they are done. The idea of each fills me with excitement and dread...they are not quickies by any stretch.

Well, I guess since it's after 6:30 I can go upstairs and get to work. Yippie!!!!

Music makes the world go round

" And the seasons, they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down. They're captured on the carousel of time..." Joni Mitchell

Yes, and aren't we all? This month I bought several compiled cd's by artists I've grown up with. There are still more I want. This I'm sure is a sign of my age, wanting the music of my youth to bring back times-gone-bye. Each song a memory, of people and places, thoughts and dreams. Some came true, some faded, some were replaced by a reality better than I could have ever dreamed. God is like that, sometimes the choices we make are bad choices, brought on by situations and circumstances. Our naivety in youth allowing our decisions to be based on such a narrow life experience. God however doesn't hold that againt us, he works with us and for us to turn what was bad good, or helps us escape or adjust...if we are willing to be willing.

I play music as I quilt, what I am working on is usually indicative of what I put on the music machine. If I'm working on a quilt for babies or children (at my age...if they are under 40 they are kids) I listen to Christian music, the words I sing (in my pitiful voice, making a joyful noise) weave over and into the quilt blessing the person who will be the receiver with good dreams, calm thoughts and restfull sleep.

Sometimes though...I'm a "bad girl". I put on something a bit more worldly...Simply Red, Joni Mitchell, Simon and Garfunkle, Alison Kraus, Cat Stevens...and it's Cat Stevens I am now in a quandry over. He has chosen a different life path than I, chosen to be a Muslim. The American media and political mindset since 9/11 had been anti-Muslim. I don't think it's being a Muslim that makes a person bad....Christians have and still do some attrocious things in the name of Christ and he has nothing to do with it. It's man telling God what He (God) thinks. I feel, Muslim terrorists are in the same mindset. This is helping me make up my mind so please pardon a bit of meandering as I write. I do no like supporting certain businesses, or people who follow a path I am just flat out against. Take for instance...as a Christian, I'm not supposed to judge, however I'm supposed to use wisdom. I've never been a fan of Michael Jackson, since he went out on his own. I have always gotten the heebeejeebies from him. This I think stems from some of the things he's been accused of and I got those vibes long before all the rubbish on the news. If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck etc. There is no smoke without fire as the saying goes. I would not buy one of his albums, etc because I will not fund his "problems". Now, there may be other singers, manufacturers of products, etc that do things I am diametricly opposed to, if I don't know about it am I culpable if I support them? This of course brings me back to Cat Stevens who is now Yusuf Islam. I love his music, I know that Islam and Judiasm and Christianity all started from the same root of the tree...faith in God, Abraham, Sarah and of course...the servent girl Hagar...He loves God, I love God, He loves to sing, I love to listen to him sing...would buying his new album...be supporting terrorists...I think not. I no more believe he supports terrorism than I do. He is against war. What both sides have done in the name of God is dispicable. I think his money will go to help the children who have been wounded in body, mind and spirit by what has happened. So...I'm going to get aboard the Peace Train....

pondering, pondering...

Not sure what this is really going to be about. More of a thought process than something blogging I think, maybe not...wait and see I guess.

I'm out of sorts...have been for quite awhile. Not even sure why. Missing my family. Feeling as if my quilting is becoming a hard slog. I think when I have all the baby quilts made that I've got to make...promised to new mommy's. This there for means they are "work". I'm working enough at work, I have enough work at home to do. Now I've turned my hobby into work and it's kinda pissed me off. Also, I've streatched myself a bit more than I like financially and that pisses me off too. I guess I'm mad at me! It will all settle down eventually. But I'm not happy.

My quilting is showing the strain. Am I aiming too high or expecting too much of myself? Likely!
Another thing... and this is a reflection of attitude and this too is my own, it's the art of giving, getting and all that that intails. Since I'm having a whine session, anybody got some cheese?

I've been elected as president of my quilt group. That in itself is something I questioned. However, it's more like they just wanted a puppet regime. The previous president is still on the committee, in charge of programs, she's still listed as the contact person for the group and she's still basicly calling the shots. However, if everything goes to hell in a handbasket...guess who will take the heat?

Now for my "giving" problem. This is tied in with the quilt group thing.... The quilt group is in a village about ten miles away from where I live. Another member of the group lives near me and I used to have my husband take me to her house and she would bring me home. Living in England I don't drive.

Recently another member moved closer to me. She and I ride together and I give her gas/petrol money. She is not financially well off and even though I'm not either I'm a tad bit more fiscally secure than she is. Giving her a bit extra to help her along is not a problem. I enjoy her company and that's fine.

Last meeting we had a guest speaker come to show us how to make a pleated log cabin block.
The understanding was we would have a workshop the next Saturday while it was still fresh in our minds and make some of them. Afore mentioned friend wanted to make some of the blocks but didn't have the fabric. We talked that it's a lot of fabric for a small quilt (two jelly rolls for a 40x40 inch quilt) but that pillows would be nice. I told her I have some fabric she could have for a couple of pillows. I should have cut the fabric off, but of course I thought she understood a pair of pillows. I brought fabric and she had cut up about half of it then asked if it was ok to use it all. I of course didn't want to say no...how selfish of me. On the other hand, I did have plans for it, just not all of it. There is a subtle manipulation from her on many things and I'm starting to resent it a bit...When does it cease to be a gift and become a rip-off? If it was something I was going to give away anyway or throw away, fine...is it a gift or recycling?

An example, going for coffee at another friend's home, she's asked do you want your milk heated? "Yes, that would be nice, about half a cup." Even my friend serving the coffee got a bit of a "look" on her face. So, I know it's not just me. Am I at fault, stingy, mean? Or is she greedy, manipulative and selfish? I know what it's like to be without. I know what it's like to be the only one not doing a project because I couldn't afford the supplies and I didn't want her to be out of the loop.

What else has my hackles rising. I spent an hour and a half re-writing the directions for the quilt block and my manipulative mate is the only person who made the block! Everyone else must have decided it was too much fabric for the outcome. It would have been nice if they had told me!

I wanted to set up a table at the other end of the room for sewing, closer to the ironing board and I was told, we always set the tables down there for sewing and the iron over there (opposite ends of the large gym like room). Colour me bitchy, but that is counter productive in time and energy. Also, why can't I. What's it going to hurt?

OK, I've had my whine.
bye.

Planes, trains and automobiles

Went to a town near Bakewell today with The Mister. Model rail-road exhibition...of course it did have more than just trains (Thank you Jesus for your mercy on me!).

One thing I really liked was a model of a fun fair/carnival. It had lighted rides, even....the trailers/caravans the Roadies live in. Cracked me up. It was very bright and colourful as they should be and I liked it...different.

There was also a digital slot car set up. Quite a change from what my Uncle Ron has when I was growing up. He would have loved it, it monitored how much gas each car used and you have to go into the pit and re-fuel. You can change lanes with the control and pass your opponent. It brought tears to my eyes.

He was way too young to have died when he did. Fifty-two and full of muck from smoking two packs a day for probably 35 years. Wish he could have been there with me. He loved model trains too. The garage was full of slot cars, his bedroom full of model trains...Not sure what he did with them when he got married to Aunt Darla, and they started having kids....they'd be worth a fortune now. Priceless to me, just because he owned them. He was a very special guy...died shortly after birth. The nuns at the hospital got my grandmothers permission to baptise him and give him last rights. After my grandmother was informed, a sister went in to clean him and make him presentable for my grandmother to see. The still, blue infant she had left, was pink and kicking upon her return. I believe all the angels in heaven rejoiced as much as she did. Born with hydrocephlis, an arm broken in two places and weighing just over thirteen pounds...he was a big boy. The shunt drained the fluid from his brain, his arm healed but not perfectly due to the two breaks. This was a blessing in disguise, it kept him from being drafted and going to Viet Nam when he was seventeen. He quit school at that age and got a job in a factory. Working and giving his money to my grandmother to help with the bills, since Grandpa had hit the road.

Friday nights he always stopped and brought home a pizza. He ate all but two pieces, leaving them in the fridge for me, along with a bottle of Pepsi, he would take the top off and put it back on, tight enough for me to get it off in the morning to have with my pizza while I watched Saturday morning cartoons. After a car accident, he received a tidy sum of money (seemed enourmous at the time). He bought me a new bike! A Schwin Sting-ray, top of the line, gold metal flake, bananna seat and a sissy bar, to go with the butterfly handle bars. Who would want a better Uncle than that? I loved his three children as if they were my own. The life they had was hard, sometimes the best people make the dumbest choices and biggest mistakes, based on a spur of the moment decision. The effects, manifesting themselves for years to come. I've connected with his grandson, via Facebook. I hope we can continue to connect now and again. He looks so much like Ron. His father, Ron's son passed away two weeks before I moved to England. leaving another miracle...Andrew Jackson Lamoureaux. Weighing under two pounds, the family was told he wouldn't make it. Little Andy was running and playing at the funeral...A testament to the tenacity to live, to carry on and to the power of God to keep blessing for a reason. Who knows what that reason will be, only God of course, for now.

This is titled Planes, trains and automobiles....I've not mentioned planes, funny thing, is, whenever I fly I think if the plane should crash, I'll get to see Uncle Ron, Aunt Darla and John again.

quilted with love

I made a quilt for my grandson last year. Joseph is now 15, a straight A student and just a great kid. I'd like him even if he wasn't my own flesh and blood. OK, he's not only my flesh and blood, I think he's my heart. A wonderful guy. Smart, funny, sensitive. Loves his little sisters to bits. Their first words were...Joe. When he learned to read at five, he used to come home from school, and while his mom made them all a snack, he'd sit on the floor, put the baby on his lap and with his other sister next to him, he would read to them. Not because his mom wanted him to practice his reading, but because he loved reading and wanted his sisters to love it too.

Back to the quilt. I called the quilt El-Shaddai. Listening to Michael Card as I worked on it, the quilt grew of it's own accord. As I worked on it, I kept picturing a waring Angel, standing beside Joseph. The angel looked like a tribal warrior. This quilt I believe is his sheild. I think God has a special purpose for Joseph, as he does for all of us. I feel honoured that I'm a part of Joe's life and God's plan.

Joe wants to come to England and live with us for three months, going to school for the first half term of the school year. He'll be a year 11. Dave is apprehensive of it. Claiming Joe will be bullied, not fit in, etc. Dave works at the school system and is planning on retiring this year. He says he should be there to help Joe. Dave is I think clutching at straws, wanting to keep the status quo at home. Not have to share "Dave's world" with anyone. Dave wants to be the centre of attention at all times. When someone comes to visit...it's all about him. My thoughts and opinions are met with eye rolling or talked over entirely. I am both resentful and am angred by Dave's attitude about Joe visiting. Joe would want to go to school here if Dave was a plumber, his being there is a non-issue. That might be part of the problem. At anyrate. I'm digging my heels in.

I want Joe to have on last chance at being a kid. When he's at his mom's home, he tends to be the parent (four younger siblings), preparing breakfast or lunch. Admonishing the girls to clean up, or behave. At his dad's he's in school, working part time and his step mom works a lot so she expects Joe and his sisters to do their chores and cook their own meals. I want Joe to be self-sufficient, but I'd like him to know what it's like to have a bit of a break before the real world catches him in it's claws. I want to quilt his world with love for a few weeks. At 15, he's not going to have time for this old girl for long. Hot young babes with long legs will soon be his women of choice. Studying at University, working and making a life for himself are not too far away.

Another thing is this. My Dave has the chance to make a really good impression on Joe. He's never had a grandfather. My ex is just that an ex, ex-husband, ex-father and example of what a mind on drugs and drink can turn into. Dave loves to fish, he could take Joe fishing. Dave can build with wood like a champion...he could teach Joe some tricks of the trade. Dave knows about trains, not that Joe has an interest in them, but he might after spending time with Dave. Why is he so reticent over Joe's visiting? I'm going to have to dig my heels in. It's not going to be pretty (I need a pedicure).

Quilting to know you.

Well, I've not been on here lately. The NHS has kept me chained to a computer for the past week. Little trips up to the sewing grotto before work I'm about four blocks from having the centre finished on our Tracey's quilt.

This coming week, we will have our AGM meeting of our needlework group. I'm allegedly being voted in as the new President. Ya'll don't get too impressed, no one else would do it! I win by default.

I quite enjoy this group. Since moving to the UK, I've made friends at work...but that is pretty much all we have in common...work. We went out for drinks and dinner a few times, but there are one or two personalities there who are mini time-bombs. We never know when they will explode and who will be at the receiving end. Not so with my quilting group. Lovely ladies, ranging in age from 40ish to 80ish! One lady brings her daughter sometimes, so she's a cute little teenager to add to the excitement. She likes beading and I've got a new project that might be just up her street. Tessa a friend from popularpatchwork.com sent me the directions and supplies to make one necklace from papermache' beads, plastic beads and a 2.5 inch strip of fabric. This is what we do...we help each other.

Finally I got around to what I started this blog about. As a quilter, I've not noticed the petty competition amongst our group that I've found so common in other situations. We just help each other, encourage each other and learn from each other. We get to know each other, and our friendships grow stronger with each stitch we make. When one lady's husband passed away, we pulled together to help her through. When another lady joined us, depressed over losing her spouse, her health and her "future"...we showed her there was more than just day time telly. It keeps our minds active, learning new techniques and skills, teaching each other, and expanding our knowledge of the craft. Mostly though, I enjoy the friendship of these lovely ladies I've met from around the world. Australia, to South Africa, Turkey to the Caribbean, California to Cumbria! We have a world wide quilting bee. So, Bee good.