Thursday, June 22, 2017

Stitch ....In Hindsight

Wordless....Stitch..just wordless...
Top done and in my advanced of my favorite
Katie Jump Rope fabrics used for the backing, instead of hoarded!!! 
The visit with my girl was totally awesome.
Such a lift for me..
She put all the quilts left..on the spare bed..
I can see that I just had better be gifting..soon.
 We ate out all the time.
Here the bread at our favorite restaurant..Lebanese...Kabab-je
The bread was so awesome, that we both took phone photos of it.
 I really hate making these divided four patch blocks.
I decided to mix them with easier blocks to see how it goes.
The fake oriental writing came from Hancock's fabrics in Phoenix.
My father died on May 20, 1997
My mother gave each of her daughters $200 to go to the fabric stores for 
psychic relief as we broke from the hospital routine
I bought that grey fabric
Going to just see how this goes..

 I sent Lynsey and her great cousin Alexis upstairs to pin a doll
clothes pattern onto fabric.
Ha ha...They stabbed the pins into the fabric.
Lynsey was furious that all her 8 year old work was in vain.
She accused her darling grandmother of not giving proper instructions.
 In case you think that all I do is rant....I made binding tonight.

Had a nice rainy lunch with Sherry today.  She taught me how to talk out loud to myself.
I am to say...."Diane!!!  You can do this!!! " And other random positive things.
I have tried it already..
Thank you Sherry.

Friday, June 16, 2017 is all about Art...Saving the Day

Working on this piece with color and fabric..
Peace for me...sewing along.
Textile art...saving my day.
 My girl refuses her picture...But I so wanted to show you how beautiful she is.
See...I am jealous..She is 34..full of energy and music and love.
I am an Emily wannabee.
Last year for Christmas I asked God to make me a bit younger..but, oh, no
he couldn't be bothered...sigh.
I am struggling with my lack of beauty and my lack of energy and my chunky thighs....already
worrying about my  upcoming birthday in December.
Just  like me..getting that worry on..early..
See grief still visits me.
My love is gone..
There are folks who have decided that Mrs. O'Quilts needs mental health intervention.
Really...Do they walk in my shoes???
My darlings are at the beach with their aunt.
My girl is that not better than Prozac?????
If I were African...or Mediterranean... or ...Latin...would I need Prozac???

No, it is because I am an American WASP that I need to shut it up and stuff my grief. I now out there...not new for me.
The wind beneath my wings is gone.
My love affair of 34 years is so over...
Do I not have a right to be bereft....even though it is 
2 years and 2 months exactly today???
Let me tell you grief is normal..and there is no timeline..

My Stephanie, our nanny, lost her son to a gang 25 years ago..He was shot point blank at age 15.
Does she still have a right to spend a weekend in bed crying if she wants.
I need my mother, my husband and my grandmother..all clear minded till the end.
I miss them so.
I am so not ready to be the family matriarch...Oh, it is...
My son is now homeless again shooting Heroin.
And, every night I this going to be the night that the police come to tell me that my dear son has overdosed..
If this is not your life.....please.....

I finished the CEU's for my license today at Dilworth Chemical Dependency Center.
The speaker was awesome.
He said that the number one cause of death of youth now is not auto accidents, or guns.
It is overdoses.

People mean well.
Let me tell you what I need.
A hug and a whisper...that I will be OK.

Oh, Dear...Dear me...Mrs. O'Quilts is ranting today.
Today, my girl is all I need...I am so grateful.
A cuddle with my girl, some vino tinto and a few laughs.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Mamacita Turns 100 . We Love her so...

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.
100 years old, Dear Margaret...
16 years or so in our quilting group...
We love you so.
Your sense of humor, your wisdom..your love
 Cheers...with champagne
 Apron made with love from her daughter Muggs.

 Proud daughters Muggs and MaryPat
 I cannot sleep now after such an exciting evening.
Gotta sew for a calm down.
Working on a border or two..
OMG it is way past midnight.
Seven hours more and my staycation will start with my girl.
Now, I really cannot sleep.
 Way too excited. She is coming from Portland on an all- nighter.
I think that my Republican friends were mad at me for deciding to unfriend them during the election.
It was maybe a bit extreme...I was under huge stressors here...and I needed so much my serenity.
Sorry to did not mean I did not  love you...I do.
I was just trying to get a grip here..
Please forgive.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Vim and Vinegar

Messing around with blocks...maybe a baby quilt?
 At my second quilter estate sale. (it is sadly, an age thing....)  .I got this..
.Thank you Eithne..
My second Little favorite travel machine.
 (Kenmore 3/4 machine) not made anymore.
"NO" is just  not a quilty kind of word.
This one looks like it has not even been used.
 Online at Walmart...another perfect carrying case...
Now I have $17,99 for each machine... I could not go wrong.
I love my stuff!
 It has so  many pockets for a travelling
15 inches wide is perfect for this machine.
Rules on having fun...gather together 10 quilters who have been together for 16 years on a Wednesday night...Throw scraps from the estate sale on the table.
Grab and share and laugh and collect.

She came again to visit....  
Poor Pitiful Pearl
I try to be patient with her because I  know that what a grieving person needs most good people to listen without judgement and without advice...a safe place to talk.
So, I have always kindly listened....Pearl has a dead husband, a dead mother, a kid who is a  junkie...back out on the streets...Pearl hurts and she has no friends..  The friends she does have do not love her...She is even crazy about Oreos, just like me.

This time was different!!!!

For today is the very last day of my asthma STEROID treatment.
I still have enough of my vim and vinegar left from so so....
I took a step back, using my new bionic arm, I slapped that visitor into kingdom come...
She does not even know what hit her.  She sees stars.

I stood up, pridefully brushed myself off and planned a happy vacation for myself.
Actually a stay-cation..I have a four day weekend coming  up with no children..
Since my joints will  not let me travel far, I am bringing far to me!!
MY GIRL is coming to visit.  We split the air fare...
Just Mommy and Me...I cannot wait.
What a life....with joy coming from Portland.

Did I ever tell you how much I love Ann Lamott??
Ann Lamott 12 Things I Learned in Life, etc on TED
Some of my favorite quotes here...

More love here on the last day of school...
More love than I ever could  have imagined.
Rising third grader!
Rising second grader planting for ethic just like his daddy.
And the rising 7th grader??  Off to a sleepover with his friends.!
As it should be.
House all ready for my widow group 1/2 way to December party.
Just in case I do not make it that
Here...celebrating friendship...from Norie...
My favorite flowers.
Thank you
And thank you to Angie..for so much priceless help with my sad and nasty grief.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Wear Lipstick

Found some half made fun to play around with... blocks...., I mean..
And...with color..

 The best reason for a stash...found this adorable backing...
Called "Colors of the Wind" George Mendoza.
I must have got it online with a huge discount, since there was 4 yards of it.
Perfect for the backing of yesterdays finished quilt top .
And, I had it on hand...

School is coming to a close....Three more days..
Pajama days, game days, nothing but fun for the last few days.
The big chill around here...everyone is just hanging out.
I am trying not to whine so much on this blog..
I just never knew how the loss of Mr. O'Quilts would
fracture the foundation of my very being.
If sad.....
My mother said:
Do something kind for someone else.
My man said:
Just go sew.
My mother said:
Wear lipstick!!!!!!!!

ps  Guess what??
  I can use my new shoulder to place fabric all the way up high on my design wall..with no pain...

Monday, June 5, 2017

First the Bee Sting, then the Honey

Welcome to our home:

A rough two weeks of stress has landed me in the hot seat of an acute bout of asthmatic bronchitis.
Busying myself in the business of others, not staying in the day, not practicing self-care and not listening to the wisdom of my dear man...when he said, "just go sew".....
Our wedding anniversary and the month of May...not Merry...
Add steroids and... Mrs. O'Quilts fell right off the mountain.
Lucky for me, I landed on a ledge, sustaining just a crack.
Whew...that crack has been repaired and I am better than ever before.
Who, may I ask, likes to learn the hard way???

That's enough....I am better today...!! Look what I finished..
Still cannot quilt until middle July...but so happy to have a finished top..
HSTs from a layer cake.
 I thought this last potholder Evan made for his 6th grade PE teacher was adorable.
Evan did all the sewing on his potholders.  I chose the fabric and as time ran out, I did the bindings..
They are all done.
Lynsey and Dylan finished off their school counselor potholders..

And look who is all ready for field day in 2nd grade??
The light is shining...the evening ending well.
I am better...So happy.
Thanks to all of you who missed me.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Quilting, Therapy, Friendship

This post really should be read backwards...first the wave of recuperation...
Evan  loves every single one of his teachers in 6th grade...of course he did get a bit lazy this past semester and his grades reflect it...However, thank you is important in the O'Quilts abode...thus:
He made these potholders to order for each teacher.
We looked at their websites and found their favorite teams, etc.
Time is of an essence with two weeks left, so I told him I would bind them for him
 My friends went to the beach.
Their present to me:
And I have not even known them that long!!!!

I am reading, A Widow's Memoir,  by Joyce Carol Oates. 
 I love it.  I hate it.  I cannot wait for the book to finish.  I cannot leave the book unread.
I should be reading fluff...My mood is reflecting Widow book number 14 for me and
the month of May being, ALS support month.
I am sleeping and sleeping..
Then I sit outside under the tree reading and nodding off.
My favorite place to read and obsess about my mortality
is at the top of the wheelchair ramp that friends built for my man.
Somehow it is comforting...with its view of our entire back yard.
Like JCO says, spring has come without him....again.
 As I let my mind go to where it should not, my dear brother calls me.
He worries about me and I worry about him.
He told often he does, that I should think of being happy, since in his eyes, I have so much.
He then said that in Miami, they had, for 10 years a washing machine that my mother shipped from Arizona when she moved to Charlotte.  Raymond asked for this old washing machine when Mom moved to Assisted Living.  They put it into an old wagon hitched to their van..It went from Charlotte to their kitchen in the apartment in Miami Beach, They plugged it into an outside outlet, out the two story window and enjoyed a washing machine of their own for ten years. Running down the stairs to plug it in whenever they needed to wash.
Now, he said, they must bring their clothes from their van to the laundromat.  
He figured that I did not have to do that.
He also figured that in spite of his BA degree and working two jobs between them, they still cannot afford an apartment in the New Jersey area.  So they live in their van.
He remembered that I had a big paid off house.
Although the rage of grief calls no logic and no control.
I told  him that I so needed and appreciated his phone call  xxoo
This weekend is quicksand.

Then, comes my friend Norie...with the link to the  sewing machine on the tractor!!!
Sewing machine on the tractor
Much needed fun...Thank you Norie.

The waves of the ocean come in and go out...a wave crashes, knocking me down.
It is such a pity that Mr. O'Quilts living in my heart just has to be enough. 

Friday, May 26, 2017


I am in such despair during the month of May

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How do I cope??
In crazy ways..

Help needed:
Last night I ate the rest of the children's Oreo mint cookies.
I asked Aunt Brandy to buy them more ...sending money.
Cuz...if I do...guess what will happen....??
I have so turned into my mother.

Help needed:
I had a picture  of a woman quilting on a tractor.
I had a picture of a woman quilting with her tiny machine on the glove compartment
cover of a car.  I want to re-post these but cannot find them...Will you send them to me
if  you find them?  thx

Friends...thank  you for hanging with me..
Joyce Carol Oates....reflecting on the passing of her husband.
The only thing that you can expect of yourself during the first year of grief.
Is to be able to say that you are still alive.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

News You Can Use...or Not...Stories Galore....

When Mrs. O'Quilts feels sad and blue and misses Himself...
Friends pop out of the woodwork!!
Terri Feehan....
Quilted three of my quilts cuz she is my friend and she knows I cannot use my shoulder to quilt until July.  She is an awesome longarmer...I am so grateful
These quilts had been sitting around forever.

backing for above quilt

She also makes cool necklaces from lacy yarn.  She gave me a turquoise one for Christmas,
That of course was not enough...I asked for a red one too.

My girl called today..
She was on her way to to the Bear Canister.
Of course Mommy thought that that was the name of a bar or cafe
No, no Mommy...My girl and her man are going camping this weekend
to the Olympia Peninsula...?  I think!!
And the bear canister was for their food in bear country!
OMG  Something else to worry about..
Eaten by a bear...No No..I have enough...already!

                    This is the best one ever, IMHO                       
Jean  brought show and tell...two UFO quilts she was working on.

 Yesterday's news....
Bravo my darlings.
Steph was sick at home.
Asthma and fatigue were visiting me..
Evan trying like mad to make up a semester of middle one week.
The kids got it together..
Evan took them into the grocery store while I sat in my car by the curb.
They  ordered one large sub...Evan had the man cut  it into 3 pieces.
They bought two ice creams for $6..they checked out with my VIC card number.
They did not fight.
They co-operated on choices.
Once at home they told Grandma to chill, that they had it together.
Evan put up a table in the bonus room for their dinner.
The boys did video games, Lynsey watched TV.
No homework tonight as EOGs start manana
All was well..actually...all was just perfect in the O;Quilts household.
Grandma sooo proud.

Stopped in at Lowe' visit their "distressed " plant trolleys...McMullen Creek.
 There were three aisles..$1 and $3 and $5
I loaded up on the $1 when a lady shopping told me:
The sale today is...$5 a cart..all prices included...OMG
These two tables full of treats all for 5$
I just have to cut off the dead leaves..
So fun.   My son and I had a lovely lunch today.
He is so delightful when he is clean.
He did some yard work for me.
A very  happy O'Quilts day!!

Monday, May 22, 2017

In the Heat of the Night

Here we go on a random top.
I kind of hate it, but I will put it together.
I have found that what I hate today, tomorrow may be just fine.

When Cousin Ann visited last month, she brought me a set of teas for sampling.
I love the Queen Ann
Guess Cousin Ann would have known that!!!
Poor Evan is learning the lesson of...when folks are good to us...we say " thank you".
He is also perfecting his sewing.
Potholder time.
I am giving him a break...I will sew the bindings down.
Here we have one for the school nurse and for a teacher who is a Tar Heel fan.
 My antique treasure from hanging in my living room
Stephanie hung it.. I did not have the guts to tell her that it had to come down for a tube.
The clips are pulling at the edge.
I understand it is Old Maid's Puzzle.
Today was a great sewing day with Ms Sherry and friends..out to lunch too.
Tomorrow I am going to the pool.
Tomorrow I would like to take off the entire 50 pounds of widow weight.
I would... I really would...I could really get into the magic thing..
But, like I tell my son....50 miles into the woods, means 50 miles out of the woods.....
to get better.
Good night.