nude quilting

Until last weekend, I’d never seen a “naked man quilt” before.

As I told Banjo Man, I’ve never had the desire to make a quilt depicting his nude body.  Or my own.  Or anyone else’s.  Some things shouldn’t be transferred to fabric.

In my humble opinion.

Saturday was the national Machine Quilting Expo in Providence, another yearly excursion, this time with Ruth.

Remember  Ruth?

The quilt displays are always intriguing and arty and involved and complicated and amazing.  There are also tons of vendors–fabric, threads, longarm machines, beads, buttons, lighting, gadgets, rulers, irons, etc.–but this year there weren’t as many.  Either fewer people are sewing/quilting, or there is much less money to splurge on fabric and supplies.

I haven’t bought fabric in over a year.  And have done very little sewing this winter.  With 20+ quilt tops waiting to be quilted, I really don’t need to make any more until I get caught up, which could be well into 2019.  My daughter-in-law is still patiently waiting for her wedding gift, which is 95% quilted and needs a binding…four years after the wedding.

So I didn’t buy anything.  Not. A. Thing.

I took pictures, though.  Here are some “not nude” quilts, a little eye candy for this morning:

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for a rainy weekend

I so loved this book.

Today I told my French Friend Janou about it–no details, just that I loved it–and she ordered it for her I-pod.   Technology is a grand thing.

I originally ordered it from my public library upon a recommendation from Sharon, my Massachusetts lawn-mowing-in-pink-socks friend.   Sharon runs the childrens’ book section of her library’s used bookstore (a very cute little white house) and is always on the lookout for good books to read.   She has piles and piles of them around her house, which I admire very much, being a “if you love something get a lot of it” kind of person.

Before I talked to Janou, I went to my local used bookstore to see if I could find a copy of SUCH A PRETTY FACE to share with my friends.  No luck.

I’m not going to tell you anything about it because it will sound like something it’s not, but you will love the heroine.  Keep reading past the first scene (childhood flashback) and let me know what you think!

SPIDER BITE UPDATE:   Janou saw something on tv about a woman who was bit by a brown recluse spider and has to have a skin transplant on her ear, so she was worried about my “bite”.   The bite/bruise is much better and doesn’t hurt as much.  My skin is all in one piece.  (I have a wicked backache, but I’m pretty sure that’s from the rowing machine!) 🙂

Oh, yeah, this is so me.

[photo from http://www.crossfitfriendswood.com]

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a big weekend in sewingville

A couple of Fridays ago I attended the  Sew  Expo in Worcester, an annual girlfriend day that over the past three years has become a three-generation event.  Little “K-K” is not yet three years old and attended–with her mom– for the third year in a row.

Her grandmother (“Meme”, also known as Harley Chick)…

 …is raising her up right.  She likes to touch the fabrics, collect brochures, attend the fashion shows and ogle the buttons & sequins.  She also likes red quilts with diamond patterns.  Imagine being two years and eleven months old and already distinguishing quilt designs????

This sweet and gorgeous child is a genius.  Honorary Auntie MorePie was so impressed.

After the Expo and lunch, we hunted down a fabric store a few miles south.  According to research, this place had $1.99/yard fabric.  Sure enough, the GPS led us to an old ugly windowless building with a metal door and chipped cement steps.  And sure enough, “$1.99 FABRIC” banners hung from the outside walls.

We heard a frightened little voice from the back seat say, “I think I’ll just wait in the car.”

After we stopped laughing, we assured her it would be prettier on the inside.

On the way home we stopped at Dunkin Donuts to use the bathroom, but “K-K” hustled over to the counter and told the cashier, “I”ll have a coffee.  And a sandwich.”

This kid knows her way around.  I love it.

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spider in the night

I think something bit me last night.  A shooting, burning pain in my upper arm woke me around 3 am.  I sat straight up, tossed the covers off and whimpered.  Loudly.  For long moments.

I had no idea what had happened until I managed to get the light on.  Two small red lines were all I could see on the inside of my arm, just a few inches north of my elbow.  I watched a bruise spread into a circle, but there were no bite marks.  No swelling.  No sign that some nasty critter had stabbed me.

I shook the sheets, put some Benadryl cream on the growing bruise and went back to sleep.

With one eye open.

Today it hurts like hell, but there are no bumps or nasty bite marks.  It actually looks like a hicky, if anyone out there remembers those.

I’m only sharing this in hopes that you can explain it to me.  Have you ever had a weird bug bite?  Has a spider tried to murder you in the middle of the night?  Could it have been a wasp or a hornet or a bee?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Thank you.

 

 

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OMG, I went to Subway!

Split Pea Sweet Potato and Kale Stew

It is not easy being a vegetarian.

While resting my head against the sink at the hairdresser (who knew it was going to be this complicated to go gray??) I fantasized about eating a sandwich.

Yeah.  A sandwich.  With bread.

We have no bread or cheese or “empty carbs” here in Banjo Man Land.   We have plenty of beans and lentils and vegetables and fruit.  That’s all.  When we’re feeling especially crazy and wild (watching “Amazing Race”) we sometimes munch on plain air-popped popcorn.

99% of the time I’m fine with it, despite only losing a half a pound (Banjo Man has lost 10+ pounds and is irritatingly smug).   I like living gluten-free, but I can occasionally walk on the wild side and eat a cracker.

So…Banjo Man wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight.   And I’d virtuously eaten lentils, brown rice and fresh pineapple for lunch.  So after my partially-gray hair dried, I climbed back into my “new” red car and gave into temptation.

I sinned.  Yep, sinned with gusto and extra pepperoni on my 6″ Italian sub on a multi-grain roll.  I call this my “April Sandwich”:

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fire pit

Coconut Green Curry Lentils With Spinach.
Otherwise known as fire pit.

For over two weeks I’ve experimented daily–yes, daily–with beans and lentils recipes in the crockpots.

Honest to God, I thought it was going to be easy.

This was my kitchen at 8:30 AM.  I’d been cooking for two hours.

Yes, I know.  Insane.

This is what it is like living with Newly Vegetarian Banjo Man.

One of the recipes today came from the Tasty Kitchen blog.  It sounded yummy.  I love lentils (I really do).    I doubled the recipe and used 1/2 cup of green curry paste.  It also called for tumeric, tomato paste, garlic, Garam Masala (some kind of Indian spice) and coconut milk.

There is not enough coconut milk in RI to cool this down.   I know, because I keep adding cans of coconut milk.   The heat keeps a-comin’.   The first time I sampled it I almost died.  Yes, the flames of Hell were in my throat.

If you really really really like spicy food, click here for the recipe.

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what will is doing

Press release from the Ben Thompson Preservation Foundation:

“On April 29, Ben Thompson’s life will be recognized, honored and discussed by experts, authors and descendants for the first time in history. At least six organizations, including The Austin History Center, The Ben Thompson Preservation Foundation, The Giddings Area Chamber of Commerce, The Sons of Confederate Veterans, The Former Texas Rangers Foundation and The Wild West History Association, will celebrate and honor Ben Thompson’s life as a Confederate soldier, gunfighter and Austin City Marshal.

Beginning at 1:30 p.m., The Sons of Confederate Veterans, Major George W. Littlefield Camp 59, will host a graveside Confederate service to honor the family of Ben Thompson at the Oakwood Cemetery in Austin, Texas. The tribute will include the posting of colors, a 21 musket & cannon salute, and the unveiling of a bronze footstone and Confederate Southern Cross. The Oakwood Cemetery is located at 1601 Navasota Street.

Immediately following the graveside marker dedication at the Oakwood Cemetery, the Austin History Center will host a  history conference with an exhibit of artifacts and photos. Special guest speakers, including Thompson family members will be speaking on the life of Ben Thompson and will be available for a question-and-answer session. Some Authors will be available for a book signing. The Austin History Center is located at 810 Guadalupe Street.

There were few men on the western frontier who took part in more historic events or crowded more drama into a forty-year life-span than did Ben Thompson. Ben was a Confederate cavalry officer, major in the Emperor Maximilian’s army, Indian fighter, gambler in most every cow town in the west and served as Austin’s city marshal.

Contrary to public perceptions of him, Ben Thompson was soft spoken, courteous, generous and fiercely loyal to his family and friends. He followed a moral code that few gunfighters displayed; honesty, fair dealing, and responsibility for actions taken were his trademarks. His word and handshake were as good as gold. Many are not aware of his civic accomplishments and his patriotic service during the Civil War. Ben was a defender of people of all races, a defender of women and the weak, an Austin firefighter, a supporter of the Bayland Orphanage, a gift giver to Travis county jail prisoners at Christmas, an advocate for fair taxes to support city services, and the most famous and successful city marshal of Austin.”

Some of you know Son #2, my Austin screenwriter.  In graduate school he wrote a screenplay about Ben Thompson, a mostly unsung hero of the frontier days.   Now he’s in the middle of this unusual conference and, along with other historians and writers, working to put some of the pieces of the Ben Thompson puzzle together.

People have started to come out of the woodwork with previously undiscovered pieces of Thompson memorabilia, so Son #2 could not be any more excited.

For more about Ben Thompson, click here.

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eavesdropping

Overheard in the grocery store this afternoon:

Little girl to her mother, “I’ll be very, very good for the rest of the day if I could just have five notebooks!”

I’d love to know what she needed five notebooks for.   I desperately wanted to stop my grocery cart and ask, but these days talking to children in public is suspect.  New Englanders are a suspicious bunch.  And I don’t blame them.  But this little girl wasn’t old enough to write, so of course I was curious, being a notebook-lover myself.

If you’ve ever had a five-year old plead for notebooks, please share the reason.

I went to five grocery stores today.  Possibly a lifetime record.  In fact, it is a lifetime record.  Maybe I should get myself a bumper sticker.

Anyway, I finished up work today in time to head 17 miles south to Walmart to return a brand-new made in China crock pot that wouldn’t heat.  I also had a list of strange and exotic spices to find, in order to vary the taste of beans, rice, lentils, etc.

Three miles down the highway I missed being hit head-on by a car speeding north along two lanes of southbound highway.  Thank God no one was passing me at the time.  I laid on the horn and the cars behind me slowed down and got out of the way.

Before I could remember how to use my cell phone, I saw police cars.  Yay, police cars!!!!

I now have a new appreciation for pulling safely into the Walmart parking lot.

Two supermarkets, one Chinese grocery store and two health-food stores later, I had my frozen kale and okra and onions and fresh beets and sweet potatoes and mint and parsley and these little buggers:

Mission accomplished.
Recipes to follow.

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invitation blues

I’m trying to print the wedding invitations.  This is a job for smarter people than I (than me?).

My photo printer does not like vellum.  In fact, it detests it mightily.

It also doesn’t like the size of the reply cards and sends me nasty messages telling me so.  Get over yourself, Epson.

My elderly laser printer doesn’t like the font the bride chose, so it panics and plays dead.

And I thought this was going to be the easy job?????

I think I’ll go outside and look at the tulips again.

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a little history in the hood

This used to be a church.  Now it’s a private home with one heck of a view.  The steeple must always be painted white, because it is a navigational landmark.  It sits on what used-to-be the main road from Boston to Philadelphia.  George Washington rode on this road.

This used to be a falling-down wreck.  These folks performed miracles.  George Washington always knew it had potential.

This has always been a farm. Since the 17th century. The farmers used to drive their carts to the beach to load up with seaweed, an excellent fertilizer.  George Washington rested under this tree.

I love this house. It was for sale when Banjo Man and I were first married. We would have had to live like Pilgrims while we renovated it, and our renovating skills are almost nonexistent. But we were tempted, for about an hour, until we realized how much we liked heat and running water.  George Washington would have agreed with us.

Here are corn fields stretching to the ocean.  The stalks will be “as high as an elephant’s eye” in August.  At least, that’s what George Washington tells me.

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