BB CW #16, #17, Study in Amish, and Repro Divas Past and Future

BB CW #16:

and #17. This is the Comfort Block, or comforter, so I tried to make it look like a tiny comforter with a Red Cross on it and added a few comforter ties:

Wanda C. made the Shipshewana Amish pattern from last month's Study in Amish class:

and now has a set of three from the class patterns. She plans to make the fourth one, the Arthur, Illinois, Amish quilt. It's so much fun for me to see my patterns made by others besides me LOL and aren't they darling??

Show and Tell from Repro Divas.

I made this bed quilt, inspired by the one like it in the Infinite Variety armory show. Sun shining behind it, washing it out. Background is actually a pretty golden print; dark fabric is a Morris Tapestry:

Rembrandt doesn't even have to show up at Repro Divas to get a present (from Becky):


A cute brown tree block:

Heavenly, by Muriel:

The adorable little birds!:

Enlarge this! The batik background! By Janice. It's too perfect:

Just look at this. Blocks from the recent Repro Swap, made by Muriel. The border. Really, could you die??


This Show and Tell from Janice is a quick quilt from a jelly roll. Very quick. I forget how you do it. You probably all know. Something about sewing them end to end, then snip snip and you have a quilt!

at an antique mall....:

This is for the next Repro Divas; our assignment is to make the Civil War Scraps quilt from the Kathleen Tracy book:

Vacation Week Almost Over

My trusty pal Rembrandt kept me company this week while Day Job was not in session (may it adjourn forever):

If only that cat would stay away from the blackboard chalk. It is her favorite toy. I put it more out of reach and she just works harder to get her paws on it.

So many chores this week, i.e., get broken furnace repaired, get recall taken care of on the Fit, get oil changed, mow lawn, color hair, clean, get haircut, do taxes (oops didn't go that one yet), try to reserve lots of time for quilting. The power went out for 18 hours on Tuesday, so this with the fact that the furnace had been broken for a week and a half and it had been quite cold in Atlanta, made me throw my hands in the air and go for a nice drive in north Georgia for the day. What a gorgeous day for a drive!

Here are the two quilts that Study in Amish attendee, W.C., has made. Aren't they gorgeous? This is the Holmes County quilt:

and this is the Lancaster quilt:

Last session, Illinois, meets later this month. I have loved doing this series.

BB CW Block 14, Fox and Geese:

and BB CW Block 15, Ft. Sumter:

Karen, at Log Cabin Quilter, spotted the tattered crib quilt on eBay and thought it would be fun to remake; I had thought the same but did not get started until I saw her darling quilt on her blog. Heaven forbid I should miss anything quilty. It was no joke trying to figure out the proportions, even with the help of EQ. There are discrepancies here and there and although for a while, I held the design to the original size that the seller said is 17x19", it would not last and finished at 18.5" x 21" instead:

Made this purse. This was no picnic. Although to the best of my knowledge, I followed the directions, it turned out massively crooked on one side and I don't know how it would have done otherwise given the directions. I guess the theory is that it would pooch out equally on the opposite "side" (which was the middle point of the fabric) but this did not happen for me. Had already wasted a great deal of fabric in the following of the directions and wasted more in cutting the side a bit straighter. You can still see the slope on one side. I really LOVE the idea of the gathered tiers, though, so am pondering how it could be made so it would be even and also waste less fabric:

Found a little 50s Ginny at an antique mall for a mere $25. She is a good Ginny with nice color and her bent knee walker mechanism still works great, her head turning happily from side to side as she walks :-). The little (tennis?) dress has an Alexanderkins tag. I don't know how old it is but assume it is also from the 1950s. Are there any 1950s Madame Alexander experts out there? Now I need to keep an eye out for the Medford Ginny dress that the bloomers match. I am pretty sure I do not have that dress.

Here are the other two quilts that my friend, Cheri Gilleland, quilted for me in a simple meander a few weeks ago. I love them!

BB CW #13 and Email from Afghanistan

Sigh. I'm not being a very good Civil War Purist with these blocks. Realized too late that the shirting background isn't CW era. Also this is supposed to be a Confederate block but I wanted to use the red "Union" motifs. Renegade Quilter. Runaway Leg Quilter. Timmy used to do this routine when he was little where one leg would run off with him with the rest of his body following. We both found this hilarious. He may not be doing Runaway Leg in Afghanistan, but I did get this email a few weeks ago:

Hey Momma,

I assure you, I did indeed send my letter home. From the timestamp on the letters I've been sending/recieving it looks like it takes about a month for a letter to make the trek one way or another. You should get it sometime soon. I finally got a fat stack of letters from you about a week ago, so I was glad to finally get them and hear about the homefront. It sounds like you might be worse off in ATL than I am in AFG.

Despite all the personal setbacks, I'm glad to hear that the quilting spectrum of your life is going well. Sorry to hear that I wasn't home to wield the shovel to bury Stray Cat. It might have been for the best; I'm sure you gave him a more sanctimonious funeral than I would have. For some reason or another I thought about that time we went fishing and we accidentally bought the live shrimp for bait and had to use the spatula to properly hook them on the line. Neither one of us were too enthused. [editor's note: we flattened and immobilized the shrimp with the spatula, then hooked them amid much angst. Shrimp jump, you know.]

AFG is going fine. We've spent the last couple days escorting my new man-crush "John" around the countryside. John works in the awesomely named Human Exploitation Team, which is some branch of Marine Corps intelligence that focuses on human intelligence networks. As far as I can tell, John's whole job is to go around interrogating Afghanis and being awesome. Part James Bond, part grizzled CIA shadow warrior, John epitomizes my dream job. The kind of man you expect to walk around with a suitcase handcuffed to his wrist.

John did indeed manage to capture a confirmed Taliban member. This guy was acting suspicious as we were searching his compound (mud hut), so John started looking through the guy's cellphone.

The background on the phone was an Al-Qaeda banner that had two crossed AK-47's in front of a flaming Quaran.

Suspicious.

In the Recent Calls list, he had a contact named "Commander." He kept his Taliban commander's phone number saved as "Commander."

Suspicious.

That's essentially the same as a cocaine dealer having Pablo Escobar's phone number saved as "Cocaine Cartel Boss." Suspicious.

So our new friend was flexcuffed and blindfolded. Baker and I ended up drawing the unfortunate post of Detainee Guards. Halfway through our shift on Detainee Watch 2011, our buddy started yelling something in Pashtu and gesturing with his bound hands. We couldn't figure out what he wanted, so we pulled out our pocket Pashtu/English translation book. I asked "Are you hungry?" He responds with a negative sounding grunt. "Are you thirsty?" Another negative sounding grunt. So I find a phrase that asks "Is it time for prayer?" I figure maybe this guy needs to pray, so I decide to ask him. Unfortunately I missread the phrasebook and accidentally said, in a loud frustrated tone, "You are a prisoner of the United States!" He started crying. It was basically Abu Ghraib all over again.

Love you Mama,

Timmy

BB CW #12 and Twin Beds are Narrow

Yes, I've used a twin bed forever since that leaves more room for other furniture. Can you say "hoard-er"? However, lately the cats have been leaving me no room at all on my nice twin bed. They have been delightfully comfortable and I have been an insomniac pretzel:

I also wanted to have a larger bed to put quilts on. Then a few people blogged about how much they loved their new metal bed from IKEA. Ooh. I've never had a metal bed. I was hooked and somehow hauled one home in my Honda Fit last Sunday. A brand-new mattress set from Original Mattress Factory and now I am sleeping as comfortably as the cats are:

This quilt is a wonderfully rough star quilt backed in homespun and quilted with very thick thread that I purchased at an isolated country auction in southern Indiana just north of Louisville many years ago. Don't you love that Depression Era green?

Latest BB CW; a busy one but I like it:

Pom Pom de Paris Reversible Quilt

First, Barbara Brackman's CW #11:

A few months ago, I won French General's Pom Pom de Paris Jelly Roll Giveaway!

You know I was thrilled. The fabrics are just adorable.

What should I do with a jelly roll? I decided to go for a very humble Country French look and to divide the strips into two color groups and do a reversible chevron pattern on front and back sides of a quilt. The dark background is Marcus Aged Muslin. Here it is pre-borders:

Here it is all quilted by Cheri Gilleland:

I love this quilt. I wanted it to look like some ancient homespun quilt from an ancient French manse of some sort (you know, ancient :-) .

and the reverse is lighter and delicate for a nice change. I just can't wait to get the binding on:

I picked up two other quilts from Cheri yesterday and am going to go trim them now. Cheri's longarm work is wonderful; I highly recommend her to you!

Letters from Afghanistan and Les Fleurs Finish at Last

You know you love your cat when you let her sit on an applique quilt you've been working on for a year:

Slowly ever so slowly, she did the final steps to complete the Les Fleurs quilt:

Not believing that the dratted, er wonderful, quilt was almost complete, she added the borders. And it was done (to flimsy stage, that is):

Timmy wrote a letter in Afghanistan on February 3rd that I received today, on March 3rd. It is long, but I thought several of you might enjoy reading it:

03Feb2011

Dear Mamaceta,

I can finally cross “invade a foreign country” off my Life’s To-Do List. We landed here in Afghanistan a few days ago on a military-funded C-7 flight from Kyrgyzstan. The flight wasn’t bad at all, except for the distinct lack of complimentary in-flight snacks. We had to execute what’s called a “combat landing” at the end of the flight. That’s where the plane rapidly descends from around 20,000 feet to the ground in about five minutes. It did not feel good.

After we landed, I had this mental image of my platoon and I gallantly striding off the airplane, the sun glinting off our weapons and our white American teeth, as we looked out over the panoramic Afghan mountains. Instead, we stumbled off the plane, heads spinning from the rapid descent, with the sun blinding our eyes. As soon as I’d blinked the tears out of my vision, I was greeted by my first view of Afghanistan: a flaming 20-foot-tall mountain of burning garbage. My team leader, CPL S--, clapped me on the back and assured me that “it only gets worse”.

We spent a couple of days at the main base doing classes on IEDs, truck maintenance, push to primers, and that sort of stuff. One major source of funding for the Taliban is drug money from the opium trade (Afghanistan pumps out 90% of the world’s supply of opium). The Corps has seen fit to bring in several counter-drug experts from the DEA, FBI, INTERPOL, and every other government agency with an acronym. Our counter-drug expert is a regular beat cop from Atlanta. Apparently working the night shift in downtown Atlanta is excellent prior experience to qualify you to serve as a military liaison officer fighting fundamentalist narcoterrorists in an active war zone.

From the main base, we convoyed out to our smaller FOB. It is more rustic than the main base. No running water, no infrastructure, and no internets (ed.note: ”internets” is a private joke: I was amused on a job many years ago where a co-worker, dim as they come [but who, mind you, makes twice as much money as I do without doing a minute of work, so who is really the dim one], earnestly explained to me, a very competent computer user, that a particular desktop icon, when clicked, would take me to the “internets”; Timmy and I forever after speak of the internet as a plural land) anywhere in sight. Mamaceta, if you tried living like this, you might have second thoughts about your idealistic “primitive Amish lifestyle” death wish.

Hey, it isn’t all bad. I have a cot. We have one power outlet that we fight over to charge our iPods, and hopefully a working mail system that will bring this letter to you (ed.note: shall we say a not-very-speedy one).

We are partnered with a large contingent of Afghan soldiers (Afghan National Army or ANA) here on the base. They tear around the base in Ford Rangers with machine guns mounted on top, blaring music on their radios, no helmets or body armor anywhere on their bodies. Basically, they’re living my dream.

They speak broken English and my Pashto vocabulary is limited to such violent phrases as “stop or I’ll shoot”, “get down or I’ll shoot”, and “put your hands up or I’ll shoot”. It makes healthy interaction difficult.

We pantomime to one another and somehow communicate. They seem like good guys and have a great sense of humor. Our guys trade cigarettes with them and they show one another their tattoos. Cigarettes are the currency here. For a carton of Marlboro Reds, I could get a goat at the Haji shop here on base.

The ANA aren’t nearly the bearded fundamentalists I thought they would be. Our interpreter (codename: “Chuck”) told us that his fondest dream is to go to America, presumably for the liberty and freedom and such. No, it is because he says American women are sexy.

Mostly, they seem to just want to do their jobs, get paid, have families, worship Allah, and get stoned. Not unlike a lot of my friends back home.

Love you Mama. Timmy

Saturday Morning

On Thursday, our Winsome Wreaths (Kathy Schmitz) group met for the second time. Muriel arranges three of the tables in a group so we can all see one another and we just stitch. It is very pleasant!

Okay, so I have the entire week-end free and am hoping to make Great Quilty Accomplishments. It's always fun to start off the Saturday by making the latest BB CW:

Thank you to those who are praying for my Timmy; some of you are on "no-reply" so I can't email you back to say thank you.

Saturday Fluctuations

Repro Divas had a Mug Mat Swap (I forgot my camera for one of the best Show and Tells ever -- most to be posted in a future post --, so photos so far are borrowed from Repro Divas Yahoo Group that our Fearless Leader has posted). Day Group:

and a gift tag made for the bottom right star mat made by the incredible bb:

Evening Group:

I received two! bb from Day Group left this for me for some trifling thing I did; I was thrilled!! Now I have pieces of original art from bb, the mat and the gift tag!

and here is my swap gift from Miss D! It has found a home for now along with the plaque from my friend Betty about a Bad Day of Quilting beating a Good Day at Work HOW TRUE lol:

Thank you, Miss D! Miss D also received my swap gift :-).

Here is Old Swedish so far:

I decided to try to make it 3 sets by 4 sets for a smallish twin-size quilt, so that means 8 sets to go, or 32 blocks.

Latest Barbara Brackman Civil War block. I cleverly put blue and gray for the opposite sides:

Here is the quilt so far:


On a sad note, Stray Cat had been gone for many days. I had written him off. Him or her. He would never let me get closer than 10 feet or so. He wouldn't be tempted by treats being tossed to him. Especially since I had the terrible bad luck to smack him in the face with them twice, upon which he wrote me off as the most dangerous human he knew. If only I had gone outside last night but when I got up this morning, there was he was dead by the woodpile where he often sat. I managed to go bury him (I am foolishly squeamish). He hadn't been dead long although an animal had been at him. Hard to think about how he didn't come around for that period of time for whatever reason, but at the end came back to the human who had been feeding him regularly. Don't go there; I feel sick.

But then not ten minutes later, I got a phone call from Timmy from Afghanistan! Does life swoop you up and down and up again or what?? He is in great spirits, is horrified by what he has seen of Kyrgyzstan and Afghanistan, and so far has had boring duties. I say, may the boredom continue!

BB CW #6

The latest Barbara Brackman Civil War block:

and now it's on to the rest of the week-end!