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Monday, September 17, 2018

What's the Hurry?

As I have gotten older, and observed the changes life shows all around, I value "slow" time more. In the past, I have let so much rush past me without my having absorbed and processed the lessons and experiences offered.
Along with scaling back my pace, I am scaling back on household goods. I have rented a storage room, and packed my garage full of items to sell, donate or store. The stored items I am not ready to part with, as hopes for time sewing is still a part of me.

Joey and I are seeing what we can get into as we take time to observe and reflect.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Wait Awhile; Things Will Change.


When my grandson, Everett, was born, I thought I'd make him a baby quilt. He is now 18 months old, and it is not finished. It now has borders, but they are not the orange ones. 

Once I remembered how to turn on my machine, I began chain piecing 10 inch squares together.
 Ironed them open and arranged them.
Sewed them together; realized I'd gotten them out of order, got pissy about it and put it away. I bought baby gifts.


 Looking back at these pictures, I really like the original border plan! Darn. I like the new one too. Just not as much. See the kitty border I put on it? I found it while cleaning out my sewing room.
I've since rejoined the guild I was a member of 5 years ago. They are having a challenge: finish 12 projects in 1 year, and you will earn a PhD in quilting.
Sounds like a good idea...

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Review of Year 2013

I have removed the last post; the one with the gift quilt in it. I gave it to the former family member who was being so kind to me. She has cruelly betrayed me and I cannot look on the quilt I so joyfully made for her. I should have known, when I gave it to her, as she set it aside without unfolding it, that something was up.

My husband fell out of bed in May of 2013; he died after 22 days. His kids didn't come see him until the 22nd day; I'd kept him alive one more day than he would have liked so they could get there to see the tube removed and his heart stop.

My husband's identical twin brother and wife, who would not speak, nor look at, my husband and me during their mother's funeral a few months earlier, took charge of my husband's remains and had me sobbing in the days before the funeral service. I don't know what happened to the remains. All he told his brother told me was he was going to "fling them off the side of the mountain." 

The business attorney I hired could not get a dime from the company my husband owned 24 1/2 % of. The 51% owner would not allow any employee time off to attend my husband's service and told me "lady if you push, I'll knock you back 3 feet." The company name is MDR (Medicaid Disability Resources), associated with Allied Credit and Collections out of Hoschton, GA. The owner is Rex Gallogly. The other 24 1/2 % owner, Jimmy Harris, the last man to make my husband laugh, turned out to be a chicken-shit and did not attend the service either.

The probate attorney did not probate the will he wrote and filed three years earlier and put me in a process called Year's Support.  I never understood what he was doing.  The will that stated I was executor and beneficiary was rendered moot by the Year's Support process. He, the attorney, never told me that.

The malpractice attorney didn't think the medication reaction I believed killed my husband was a factor in his death, but perhaps he could make a case against the hospital based on sepsis. I declined to make a fight. I don't think anything could have been done to save my husband; the hospital staff did the best they could. I don't know if other family members, seeking to leave me out, have filed a suit for their own benefit.

Then I had to put my husband's dog down. Scooter was our first puppy, but he was 15 years old and having trouble.


I write all this down as a way of saying good-bye to 2013. I will not miss a minute of 2013. NOT A DAMN MINUTE.

So for 2014 I will continue exploring golf, my membership in the Experimental Aircraft Association, attending Aurora Theater performances, enjoy the newly landscaped yard, and perhaps find some time to stitch a quilt. The rest of my life will be lived without regret and no looking back. 

As a start to my new life adventure, I had some portraits made.  I include them here with hopes you will like them.

Sincere best wishes for a brilliant new year for everyone.
Karmen Sunshine
(Adios to 2013 and the 15 years that preceded it. I am moving on. Tears are behind me.)




Sunday, January 1, 2017

2016

I was recently sick, so I resumed some long abandoned hand sewing.
 Looking back at 2016:
I traveled to Malaysia (December).
Shangri La hotel's beach in Kota Kinabalu

Thank you, Dr. Karlheinz Wunner (love), you gave me the an experience of a lifetime!

I traveled to the Mediterranean (May).
Maiden voyage of the Carnival Vista; we went to 12 cities in the Mediterranean in 14 days. Beyond amazing!


Thank you, Rich Mason, from the bottom of my heart.
Both trips were absolutely amazing.
I also have a new, restored garden. It was necessary work due to extreme water damage to the original installation.
The Garden Shed

The new steps

Additional steps to the re-located arbor

View from the edge of the patio
And last night I attended the NYE celebration at the Lake Lanier Yacht Club. I enjoy dressing up. I can't help it.
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I was also blessed to experience significant music, film, theater performances and welcome two grandchildren. Here is to continuing the amazing journey life has gives me. And so, in 2017,
I resolve to expand and deepen my community connections. Oh, and also reduce my handicap to under 40... 
Old photo from a German community charity tournament. It was the third round I'd ever played.


Thursday, August 4, 2016


My little granddaughter has a smile that lights up my world. Avery Juniper will be 18 months old this month. Her mom, Chelsea has been such a blessing to my son (Andy) and our family. 
 I didn't begin making Avery's baby quilt until she was delivered safely into the world, so, of course, I finished it in the parking lot where her first birthday party was held.
 Her name is blanket stitched wool. I was worried how it would wash, but it is totally fine; Chelsea washes it a lot. I machine quilted all but the strips containing her name. There I did random big stitch (really just hand quilting with embroidery floss).
 I love the circus fabric on the back.
I have been searching Pink Chalk, Hancock's of Paducah and Fat Quarter Shop for something to use for Everett's quilt. I like Animal ABC's, but I may make a trip to Intown Quilters in Decatur to see what I can find.

Everett? Oh yeah, small (teehee) detail. Everett Landon was born Tuesday, August 2. He and his mom, Meredith (Eron's wife), are still in the hospital. C-sections are not easy things to go through.
Now I have two grand-babies. 
Life is amazing.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

O M G

My last hexagon motif:
Now to choose what color to join them with.
Black?
A light print?
Here's what the print looks like close up:
Tea dyed muslin?
Or light muslin?
Mom, you tell me.
And here is an example of what I do in my spare time:
Blanket the water heater. Exciting huh?
It is 9 p.m. on New Year's Eve and I am in my pjs watching (after I finish this post) the entertainment on TV. I am all about risk avoidance. I hope everyone stays safe so we can all enjoy 2014. Hawk tooey to 2013. I won't miss it.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Holiday Happy Day(s)

I'm getting back to a little sewing. I'd like to make some progress on this hexagon center medallion. I started it at Mom's house back in August. Sewing is not a priority since I started practicing golf. (It's not an obession if you only go to the driving range once or twice a day. Right?)









 Only one more hexie-block to go! Next I have to decide if I am going to do like the picture in the book and join these blocks with unbleached muslin hexagons or black ones. I'll post pictures of both to see what they look like.




My yard project is coming along 
weather permitting. The ridiculous amount of rain Atlanta had this year put outdoor activities at risk of failure (like the 2013 tomato crop). The whole project began as I searched for someone to correct the horrendous drainage problem in my back yard. Now I have underground drains, steps to access my upper yard and the beginnings of dry creek beds. 
The trees came down.
The overgrown shrubs were yanked out. And that was the front yard.
The back yard was similarly de-foliated.
Ada Yuen of Eastern Redbud conceived the design. She wanted the storage building gone, but the boys talked me into keeping it, so she will work around it.
I love the steps! Finally easy access to the upper level of the yard. What you cannot see is the network of underground tubes to guide the water away from the house. This was phase one; the phase two plan is on its way to me.

My bed is covered by a quilt Mom made; I cannot wait to hop in and get a good night's rest.
One more thing before I go: Family, friends and neighbors may need us, and sometime we may need them too. Let's get our priorities straight and give each other a hand.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Long Time; Long Post

I have been staying busy-ish.
 I got the little girl's quilt back from the quilter, so I bound it.
 My quilting friends liked the back more than the front.
 The pink fabric I found at a garage sale, plus the quilting design, made the quilt adorable. Kali liked it, and her mother sent me a photo of her, via text message, curled up on it.
 At Mom's house I started a new project that involved a bunch of little squares (you may have seen them in a previous post).
 The center motif is made up of seven florals surrounded by hexagons. I have nearly three done. 

 Atlanta has had a woefully rainy summer. That's why we don't have any locally grown tomatoes this year. People told me gardening was an exercise in futility. I have such awful water problems in my yard. Below is a photo of the gutter I banged on with a broomstick while standing in the rain, on a table, in an effort to dislodge a clog. Epic fail. (update: months later--landscaper Ada found a tennis ball stuck in it). 
So today I am trying to turn 12 placemats my Mother's friend made for her, out of Brannock-Patek Moda fabric, into a quilt.
 After sewing 8 inches, and then ripping it out, my Bernina started making a grinding sound. Fail again.
The night before last I dreamed my husband didn't die and he was standing in our closet wondering where his clothes went. And last night I didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m. because I was scared I'd have another haunting dream.
This afternoon I think I will go to the gym and beat the holy hell out of the heavy bag.