Xmas misc

Merry Christmas to All!

Eron (son #1) came over and helped me learn how to use the rapid-shooting on my new camera.

Here is what a 6' 3" guy doing capoeira in my front hallway looks like:

A mid-air shot just before his feet hit the ground.

Fun!  I didn't try it.

I finished Adam's quilt this morning.

I love it so much I may have to buy it back from him.  Or rent it for a couple of years.

And Eron caught me on my own camera.  Dang, I should have smiled.

Oh, on a sad note, MIL is in the hospital (rectal prolapse), so hubby had to run over to Kennesaw to be with her.  I made him take his medications, shaving kit and a big blanket in case he gets caught over there.  We are expecting snow in Atlanta so he may not be able to get back home and she could be there a while. 

the aftermath

I love getting flowers to decorate when company is coming. (I found the doily at Goodwill for $2.00.)

I am writing this in a calm state of mind (Cesar Millan would be proud). My pups are quiet; my Kitten on the mend.  MIL is on her way to her sister's house after having dinner with my husband and his ex and their children. 

The visit went just fine. I kept meals simple (and here at home though there were NO problems).  Last night we had chicken cordon bleu, twice baked potatoes, broccoli and cauliflower and salad.  I unwrapped the frozen chicken and potatoes, stuck them on aluminum foil on a cookie sheet and into the oven for 45 minutes they went.  I went back to quilting "Nests" and made this boo-boo:

I un-sewed it and used a lint brush to pick up all the little white bits left from pulling out the errant threads.

It worked really well.

On Tuesday I got back the report from my annual physical.  Cholesterol is up, triglycerides are up, sodium up, and so is calcium.  The doctor recommends better diet and increased exercise, so this morning I got up extra early to feed the livestock (3 dogs and Kitten), and, as I left at 7, I told my husband be sure to close the "water closet" door when he locks the dogs up in the master bathroom (so they don't bother his 92 year old mother).  Our oldest dog, Scooter, has an unfortunate habit of going in the water closet and then turning around and closing the door on himself thereby getting trapped.  I rescued him three times Tuesday, while the door installer was here, until I started remembering to close it before I put them in there.  It is traumatic for Scooter because the first time it happened, over a year ago, the lid was up and he was all wet when we found him. His panicked bark is enough to get "mommy" running to help him, but this morning I was at the swimming pool getting some much needed exercise and I depended on hubby to take care of things until I got back.

Here is what I found on the back of the water closet door when I got back:

Bloody scratch marks!  All over the door, blood on the tiles and in the grout, even on the toilet bowl! I was steamed. I hadn't been told my baby had gotten locked in, and to see that he must have been in there quite a while;  it just made me mad. I examined Scooter and could only find one damaged claw, so I think, physically at least, he is okay. 

But things are calm now.  I have the house to myself while they are at dinner. The quilting is all done on "Nests". I used about 10 bobbins of thread, and look at all the safety pins I took out!

Now I can work on binding (Kitten permitting).

Please?

Seriously?

Is one leg up like being given "the finger?"

Or is this the evil eye?

Sunday musings

"Look! My eye matches your shirt!" Said Kitten as she watched the birds outside the kitchen window.  

 I cleaned up the sewing room and pinned my latest works on the wall where I could enjoy them as I sew.

I am going to tackle the quilting on "Nests" next.  I would love to give this to a certain son, but I doubt I will have it bound by Christmas 2010.

I'll just jump in with my walking foot and see what happens. I am a little afraid, since this was one of the first tops I pieced two years ago.  It is kinda wonky. I have learned a lot about piecing since then.

I added a cheerful little tree to my sewing room window. 

 This son (below), not the one referred to above, had a birthday this week. Twenty-six years ago he was born in Orange Park, Florida.  Now he is trying to grow a handle-bar mustache.  I am not sure what type of quilt I will end up making for him someday.  This son will appreciate recycled clothing in his, so maybe something with shirts from Goodwill (or the ones left behind in the closet-taking up fabric storage room)?

He came by my work, and we went on a little walk down the halls of the school.  We went by the cosmetology department, but they were through giving haircuts for the quarter, so he couldn't get trimmed up. He needed to borrow my car because, while his car was in Gainesville, GA; his keys were in downtown Atlanta. Then, when he brought my car back, he nearly left with MY keys in his coat pocket.

Oh, oh, I just had a pretty great idea for a quilt for him.  I just need to collect Che Guevara t-shirts until I have enough to make an "El Che" t-shirt quilt.  Thanks for helping me think of it!