Sunday, August 18, 2013

It's a pleasure to sew again

After I finished Mom's Sunday Sling (pattern by Amy Butler), I was able to start a new quilt project.

As we chose fabrics and I stitched the pieces together, I started to get really excited about quilting again.
Mom and I did a lot of talking, and it really helped me to talk about my loneliness and distress over how my husband, AC, died.
We pulled a lot of fabrics out to see what we wanted to use.
I believe this is what we settled on (minus the pillows and rug on the edges of the photo) for my new quilt project.
I really, really like these rosey pink and soft greens, but I don't think these two made it home with me. I brought back so much I can't remember.
Today I need to pull weeds while the Georgia clay is still soft from all the rain. Rain, like serious, forever rain.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Quilts from Mom

As I promised, pictures of the quilts Mom (Linda Brannock) made and I brought back to Atlanta with me. I uploaded them as a batch, so I will explain them in the order they are and not try to rearrange them.
 This is a kitty quilt for my kitty loving son, Andy. Mom also made it earlier in her quilting career, and you can see the original here (The first kitty quilt).
 It has bright yellow kitties on the back too. I'll have to ask her who this coin-stacks type quit is for. The fabrics are lovely. (You can click on the photo to get a larger version of it.)
 This log cabin is detail from the photo below it. There are stars and trees too. The background is string pieced, but Mom says she did not do the string piecing on a foundation.
 Mom has a great sense of the use of color, and she has really gone bonkers on this one. You (I) cannot stop looking at it.
 The turtle quilt below is destined for my wild child, Adam, once he settles his life down. Right now he is at a music festival somewhere in the US, but I would have to consult Facebook to get an idea where. Mom has made this quilt before too, and you can see it here (the original turtle quilt), but you have to scroll way down in the post to see it. Wait a minute; I will have to call Mom. This may be the original.
 Now we come to the quilt I believe was made especially for me. I love these colors and could live in an entirely aubergine home. I slept under it before I packed it in my suitcase.
 Detail of the quilting and fabrics.
 Mom did two bow tie quilts, and I don't know why I have only one photographed.
 My son, Eron the paramedic, requested a red, white, and black quilt (it's a firefighter thing). And this quilt is especially great. The colors are totally outside Mom's realm of use, but it is a wonderful quilt.
 This is my other favorite favorite of all my favorites.
Bright and cheerful; what I am striving for in my life.
This week was especially challenging for me. I had a dream the other night that I tried to catch AC as he was falling out of bed, and he turned to ashes in the blanket. I am taking sedatives to help me sleep, since I have been spending too much time crying (on the way to work, and the way back).

I had to go to the doctor for results of biopsies on my back, she said they are abnormal, but not cancer. I just have to be monitored every 6 months. I asked her to look at a couple more spots on my back. She said sure, and, as she looked, she asked "what's up with your ankle?" So two more biopsies as she screens for vasculitis.

Then I found the autopsy results were in my mailbox when I got home yesterday. That helped me relive the whole hospital experience as the medical examiner advises we engage the services of a malpractice attorney.

I am so tired. Today is Thimbles, so I am off (after another doctor appointment) to sew with friends. I love that my kitties keep me company here at home. Stroking their soft fur helps calm me.
Karmen

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Food at Mom and Dad's

I love going home for a visit.

It will be 50 years, next summer, they have been in this house. I started first grade that fall (1964).

Now I go back a couple of times a year. I timed it right this year. Dad's tomatoes were ripe and ready to eat.

I ate my weight in tomato sandwiches. Mom had never had one, and she was surprised she didn't miss the lettuce and bacon. We put a thick slice of peeled ripe tomato between two skinny slices of white bread each smoothed with a bit of mayonaise; don't try to slip any damn Miracle Whip in there. See? Easy and delicious. No bacon needed.

Dad made pizza one night, salmon the next.

Dad ended up making two cherry pies while I was there. I was on a diet. A cherry pie diet. 
  I am very sorry I don't have a photo of the grilled okra. Dad impaled individual okra on bamboo skewers, brushed them with clarified butter and grilled them until roasty. Man, oh, man, okra heaven.
 Bird houses are everywhere you look in the garden. When Mom and I walked out back to the studio, we were stalked by a very angry wren.
 She was scolding us and flitting from place to place. We never figured out where her nest was (although I did find a nest, she didn't ever go near it).
 She can certainly take her pick of bird houses.
Next week I will post photos of the quilts Mom sent back to Atlanta with me.
Karmen