Quilting in West Yell

Last summer, I asked my peep and colleague Dr. D if he knew if any of the ladies at his Church were quilters.  He's a member of the LDS Ward~~Morman Church to you eastern folks~~which is the biggest Church in West Yell.  Some other time I'll delve into the mysteries of Churches and the stories that go around about most of them, but for now it's quiltin' time.

So anywho, Dr. D called his lovely bride and she said Mrs. L is the go-to gal for the quilters.  And I gotta tell ya, I love Mrs. L..  She's been hand quilting for something like 60 of her 80+ years.  Never in a gazillion years would I have tagged her at over 72ish.  Seriously, what a sweetie!  When she and her hubby built their house, I think in the 60s, he told her that he'd be sure there was quilting space.  And there is.  The basement is finished so she can set up 2 king sized quilts down there. Her quilting frame is the darn simplest thing ever--soooo wish I had taken pictures, but I didn't want to invade her world.  She doesn't own a computer and doesn't want to, but her daughter does have an etsy shop called Sweaterheads--ya gotta check it out!

After I finally got around to making the calls she said she'd be more than happy to get some of the girls together and work on FTD's log cabin quilt. And did they ever.  DH and I went over and helped her put the quilt on the frame, since it involves shoving thumb tacks into pine boards, which is something my arthritic thumbs can't do.  Now mind you, I totally understand the hows and whys of quilting, but I've only just started machine quilting.  I've pieced a lot of tops, have tied-off comforters, and sent stuff to the long arm quilter, but real hand quilting is a whole new ballgame for me. 

The sheer simplicity of it is my favorite thing about it.  Mrs. L would just pick up 5 or 6 stitches and pull them through.  Since FTD's quilt is the log cabin quilt, Mrs. L said the best way to quilt it was to just stitch in the ditches. Said she, "It's quick and easy.  Anyone can do it."  Anyone but me.....

Corner details on FTD's Log Cabin Quilt.Yeah, I know you're sick of looking at these pictures.

Mrs. L suggested I start by quilting along an edge of the quilt.  I realize now that the stuff I did likely won't show after I bind it (or in my case, screw up the binding).  I watched and watched how Mrs. L picked up the stitches, itty bitty stitches I must say, and just keep right on going.  I tried it.  I gave up.  I could get maybe 2 stitches on the needle to her 5 or even 6.  I tried the up-with-one-hand, down-with the-other-hand system.  Also sucked at that.  But Mrs. L kept chuckling and saying over and over, "But remember, I've been doing this for a long time--you'll get it after you keep at it."  Such a beautiful optimist.  One of the reasons I'm crazy about her.

I managed to get over to her house a couple of times while she and the girls were working on it.  It's really nice when you work seasonally to get away from work.  Seasonal NPS work is very, very intense so any chance to get my head 'out' of the park was refreshing.  And being in a real home of a real person was super nice. Having friends in the community where you work who are not fellow employees gives the summer gig a more permanent feel somehow.  Hard to explain, too.

After maybe 10 days or so, Mrs. L called and said it was done. She had been worried that it would take a long time and that she'd have to mail it to me when they finished.  Holy cow!! Done!  Just like that!  It takes months to get something back from the LAQ and here she's done in just over a week!

I had discussed with Dr. D the fact that I was worried that she wouldn't take any money so we worked out a game plan.  But alas, there's already a plan in place for this group of quilters.  They keep track of the hours, then charge what amounts to about $3/hour and then say, "But that's so much.  So how about this much amount instead, if that's okay"~~which ends up being about $2/hour.  The money though goes to a charity, usually one of the Ward's interests.  I knew the BS Troop in town is chartered by the Ward, so I was going to suggest that they take a bunch of my money and give it to them.  But Mrs. L beat me to the punch, because a young man from the congregation had just been diagnosed with cancer and was beginning treatments, and would it be okay if they gave my money to that cause....?  Would it be okay?!?  Of course it's okay!!!!!  I also gave them what amounted to just under $4/hour, which is way cheaper than the LAQ.  I think they were also going to give a bit of it to the Troop.  Win win win, win win win.  In case you're wondering, they spent a total of 78 woman hours on it.

That's a lot of woman power.

Crafty Corner, Before

I took these pics a long time ago--last winter sometime--and never got around to posting them.  Now I'm going to call them my 'before' pictures, because sometime soonish (here read, sometime in the next month...??) I'm going to have lights installed in the Crafty Corner.  Ooooh, ahhhh.....

DH can't come to grips with what kind of ceiling to put in the basement.  We don't want to use traditional suspended tile, cuz that's so pedestrian and expected.  But our other options suck.  DH also really can't come to grips with the price of said ceiling. (This story might explain why it's so damn expensive.....)

I finally got tired of hearing about what we were going to do, and just stapled up the green ticking fabric that I got for a buck a yard.  And I like it.  A lot.  So much so that I told DH not to wreck it when he puts up the new lights.  (My first choice is corrugated sheet metal.  Yep, you heard me.)

So here's the before pics:

The whole enchilada.

Over to the left. My temporary design wall is over there, too.  It's currently being held up with giant woodworking clamps.  Got the desk from the Goodwill.  I'll show you a pic of the pictures over there sometime.

Over to the right. That pendant lamp is a work light that's just looped over the I-beams and hooked up with scary extension cords. The new one will be similar, but properly wired in.

The Pfaff in all it's glory.  Love love love my sewing table.  Nice cutting table behind it.  What a freakin' luxury to be able to keep it up all the time.          Potentially working treadle machine on the left.  BadAmy found it for me on Craig's List.  A mom and step-daughter bought it, got it stripped down, but gave up, so all I needed to do was varnish it.  We liked the symmetry of 2 mom-step daughter teams working on it.

Treadle base with ironing pad.  DH made a nice top for it, to match the ironing pad I got super cheap. 

More from the right.  That's a white sorta canvas piece of material to cover the shelves when I'm gone.  

This is a portable closet that I got for half price ($50).  I added two bamboo shoe organizers for fat quarters.  The boxes hold all sorts of crap like paints, ribbons, and glitter.  I love glitter.  I hang larger pieces of fabric using skirt and slacks hangers. Got that great idea from Nancy Zieman.  Love her.

My window.  The curtains are Debbie Mumm fabric, the 'garlands' are old tape measures and some pretty holly cut-out ribbon.  The signs were my MILs and they glow all by themselves in the light.  And even when I get new lights, I'm going to keep my Christmas lights up.  They're in off-white tulle, which we used for BadAmy's wedding. Very girlie, and since I'm out-numbered here, I need a few girlie things.

My Young Men

One day it just seems to happen.  My baby boys are young men.  I tried and tried to keep it from happening, but it happened anyway.  Okay, it didn't happen the same way as it did for most folks but they are adult size afterall.

So I dropped a bundle on full size mattress sets for each of them.  They've been using twin beds all this time, and if they were in college they'd still be cramming themselves into twin beds, but since they both sleep like the flying Wallendas, full size beds it is.

The mattresses arrived today. We had already purchased a very nice log bed frame for FTD about a year ago, and repainted and carpeted his room.  DD, however, is pickier and changes his mind minute by minute so coming up with something new for his room that doesn't make me wanna puke is going to be tricky.

Currently, it's painted in Amtrak colors--grey on the bottom with a RWB stripe.  The carpet is the original heavy duty very flat industrial strength stuff we put in his room when we built the house.  It's blue with specks, and still looks fine.  It's not traditional BR carpeting though, but it can take a beating.  Since it's flat they could run all their little matchbox cars and other toys all over it. 

Train stuff going on here.

Book cases for valuable treasures.

Desk made by Uncle D for computer and games. It's now shiny black.

 

DD's old, old bed.  He jumped on this and broke the frame and box springs, so he got FTD's old bed and FTD got a nice new one.  Old bed, the one that left today, is painted black to match the game desk.  DD's into black.

Since I bought the mattress sets, there's no money for new carpeting, so he'll just have to deal with it. Buying new mattresses also meant getting new sheets and pads, so I got them each one flannel set and one regular cotton.  I caved and got DD black sheets . . . we'll see how this works out.  For FTD, I got dark brown sheets.

At the moment, DD's new set is on the floor, while we search for the perfect and indestructible frame for him. And he's had this store bought quilt for several years, and until I get his Hobo quilt done, this will do nicely.

And I'm still wondering when my little boys got big enough for grown up beds.  Sigh.

Quadruple Dose of Autism

Whoa.  Just when I think it's safe to go back.... I've had enough time to cruise my blogroll (which I don't in the summer) and found a couple of interesting articles.  Well, the first is from FB...one of my grand-nephews has autism, along with a co-morbid thing called PANDAS.  Holy crap.  My niece is sick and her son's symptoms worsened at the same time.  Been there done that, doing that today.  Fortunately, my son can take care of himself with his demon-o'-the-day, but I had to pick him up early from school.  So since we've been back he's managed to go to school for one whole day and 2 half days.  Sheesh.

The other was an article from a fun crafty blogger (how can you not love a blog called "Crap I've Made"?)  One of her sons has Aspergers, which is one of the forms of autism.  She noted that getting family pictures is a challenge.  I've been able to get pictures, which is a blessing.  The weird thing in our house is that neither of the boys will look in a mirror.  Scares the hell outta me, too, but for entirely different reasons.  At least I have reasons (Okay, it's those crows feet.  Or as I prefer to call them, laugh lines.  I must laugh a lot.....)

So here are some of my fav's of the boys: (And Char, you'll get pics like this, too--hang in there!)

FTD at the zoo.  I managed to get him to uncover his ears.  Still does this today. Oh, and FTD is the one in the shirt, even tho he's hairier than the sloth bear behind of him.

FTD the First Class Scout.  I used this pic to make postage stamps for his Eagle Scout Ceremony invites.

DD the baker.  He used to watch Bobby Flay all the time.  He still tries to cook, but the reading crap gets in the way.

DD's "Senior" Picture.  Unbelievable on so many levels.  First of all, he dressed up for Geezer Day during Spirit Week. Second, that he went through with it.  Third, that he let someone take his picture. Fourth, he was really thrilled that they put this in the year book.  Holy photos, Batman!

And Now a Word from Your Editor

DD, reading a book.  Sorta.

Ack.  This blogging stuff shows how important it is to have some one edit one's work.  Or at least spell check it.  I was checking some links on old posts and found a ton of boo-boos, mostly spelling errors, but a few things that didn't make any sense at all, too.  Did I mention that the writing usually happens late at night when the boys are alseep?

Editor-in-Chief.  Actually doesn't even know I have a blog, much less reads it.

My point here is that I thanks you kindly for not pointing out my ridiculous errors.  I'd also like to say again that when I format pictures into the post, I try really hard to give them a nice, smooth look.  Sadly, blogspot re-arranges almost all of the pics, making the text hard to read in several places.  Ah, well, the price is more than right for this little adventure, so again thanks for keeping your thoughts to yourself about how crappy the posts look sometimes. I be appreciating that.

Messing Around with Online Quilty Stuff.... again

I'm trying this again.  I do so love this quilt, so I thought I'd totally embarrass myself by putting it in the contest.  I don't know if I put this one up before or not.... don't care either.  So if you're bored, click on over to the quilt site and vote for me.  Actually, there are a couple of quilts I like better than mine!  Arg!!!!

http://quiltinggallery.com/2011/10/07/fall-splendour-quilts/

More Late Summer Fun

First, I'll post a raft of pics from this summer.  It's hard to do on Blogspot, and since I'm on a public wifi system, it's also slow.  But here's a sampling.

This is my summer "sewing" room.  Okay, it's the dining room table and our 'foyer' and recycling center.

"Sewing room" from the other direction, so you can see the entire kitchen.  Little bit smaller than at home....

Some of the Mad Crew at Thanksgiving Dinner.

More Mad Crew (hey, that's me!) at Thanksgiving Dinner. BW must be kinda upset with DH there.....

More from Thanksgiving.  That's Ranger Carol imparting wisdom and funny stories.  Miss ya, Carol!

More Thanksgiving fun!  And a great pic of the Divine Ms. K.

Tom's buddy from U of Toledo,  now from Lost Wages,  Jim B and his wife Sandy were here for a couple of days.   Since President O. had his pic taken in the Lower Hamilton Store at OF, we had our pic taken, too.

That's all of us at the Lower Ham.  FTD, DH, me, DD, Jim and Sandy B.

The obligatory Bison bull in rut picture.  The Hayden Valley in August is the coolest place on the planet.

Yeah.  I'm lookin' at you.  And I'm not likin' what I see.

This bull was actually licking this car.  Must have had some very tasty bugs on it.

So that's all for now.  I actually have to go earn some money.  What a great job.

T-2 and Sick of Packing Boxes!

I really, really, really shouldn't be messing around on the computer.  After all, I don't have most of the computer gear packed away, and I should by now.  Crap.

So what I did last night when the boys were all asleep was to really learn how to use my scanner.  I installed a new program (thank you kind tech at Canon) and decided to do some of my wedding pics.

It was such juxtaposition to see the London wedding and the tornado damage on the split screen, that I realized I have a lot of pics that I don't want to lose.  So here's a little trip down memory lane to August 13, 1983.

First Presbyterian Church of Maumee, Ohio

Me and DH

Hey Kate and Will~~this is how it's supposed to be done.

Bad Amy & DH, Me and my Daddy

Bad Amy and her Daddy.  Now you know why I fell in love with the two of them.

My Mom and Dad.  Bless their souls.

 Some day, I'll write about our wedding.  Not your normal stuff for us, no way.


And I got a cute surprise from Nanc today!  I love my bloggy friends.  It's so sweet!  Thanks, Lady.

And last but not least,  

Dear FBI,
These are my fingers.  Honest, I have fingers.  You just can't see the little lines, but I promise they exist.  Please adjudicate me asap.
Love, Ranger Anna

Blessings During This Season of Renewal

Regardless of your religious and spiritual beliefs, it is the season of renewal.  May you and yours enjoy its blessings.

And I'm in a panic.  Should I pack or sew?  Where's my "Who Wants to Be a Wolf Watcher?" stuff so I can fix the numbers for this year?  How much fabric should I take?  I'm not going to take our groceries this year, so what do I need?  How do I leave room in the cargo trailer for the groceries we pick up when we get to Bozeman?  Which route will be safer/saner this year? 

WHEN WILL I HEAR ABOUT MY FINGERPRINTS!!!!!!!

Sewing Blitz

I am counting the days now.  It's sort of a wasted effort until my fingerprints clear, which they won't.  But I'll be adjudicated yet again, so let's hurry up and do that, eh?

Sally Seam Rip-Her, #5/8, and her proud Mama

Knowing that I'll have to close up the crafty corner soon, I sewed like a mad woman over the week end.  And then BadAmy and Sally Seam Rip-Her made me go to the fabric shop with our stash of coupons.  I'll need to have fabric when I get home, doncha know. 






 First off, FTD's teeth came out okay.  He went back to school today, even though last night his eyes turned black and green and he looked like he'd been in a bar fight.  But he got through the day with some tylenol.

Sleepin' and droolin' like a baby. Thank goodness for iPods.

Next up, Bad Amy got her second yarn club shipment out, to rave reviews once again.  This one is called La Violeta Stripe.  Want some?  Too bad, it's a club exclusive.  So unless you're on Ravelry and can sweet talk someone out of a skein, ya ain't gunna git any.

Now to the sewing extravaganza.  I finished the log cabin squares for pillows.  Each one is quilted differently, as I'm trying to find ways to machine quilt without A) spending hours doing that and B) falling asleep at the wheel.  BadAmy hates the color.  She says the yellow is burn your eyes out yellow.  Hrumph.  See if she gets a pillow present any time soon....






The next project was a bunny.  It's a panel print by Benartex called Montana Modern.  I just added batting and backing, stitched around each block and in a couple other places, put on a binding and done.  I'm going to hang this at the office in our never ending attempts to class the place up.

















Lessee, then there are the ones that I have to get done and quilted and bound before we leave.  This is how the pillow thing got started.  Making the strips for log cabin blocks is like eating chips and dip.  Sometimes you run out of chips first and need more dip.  Then you have left over dip, so you need more chips.  Okay, so I had a few left over strips.  Then I didn't quite have enough.. . and on and on.  I also couldn't decide on which icons for the border.....these are for my retiring ranger peeps remember.  I was talking with my niece "Sally" and suddenly had the idea.  Then I needed just the right fabric.  Then we spent a couple hours at the store. Then I didn't even use the fabric I picked out.  So there you have the creative process.  These are 'heat-n-bonded' on, and I was hoping they wouldn't need to be appliqued but yes they sure do.  That's tomorrow's project.  Did I mention that there are two of these?

Last but not least is a new batch of Kind Hearted Lady Lives Here mug rugs.  I found this calico and fell in love with the soft, girly colors.  You know the Calico Cat...

I made five variations of this for five fabulous friends.  I'm also on a stripey binding kick.

Bestest Ever Friend Ginny and her hubby stopped by this evening for a precious hour on their way home from Arizona to Michigan.  We try to get more time together, but this is all we could squeak out this year.  Sigh.  Ginny now has her Calico kitty.   They should be pulling in the drive way right about now. 

     The Duel

THE gingham dog and the calico cat

Side by side on the table sat;

'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)

Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat.

       (I wasn't there; I simply state

       What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) 

The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!"

And the calico cat replied "mee-ow!"

The air was littered, an hour or so,

With bits of gingham and calico,

While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place

Up with its hands before its face,

For it always dreaded a family row!

       (Never mind: I'm only telling you

       What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,

And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!"

But the gingham dog and calico cat

Wallowed this way and tumbled that,

Employing every tooth and claw

In the awfullest way you ever saw-

And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!

       (Don't fancy I exaggerate-

       I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning where the two had sat

They found no trace of the dog or cat;

And some folks think unto this day

That burglars stole that pair away!

But the truth about the cat and pup

Is this: they ate each other up!

Now what do you really think of that!

       (The old Dutch clock it told me so,

       And that is how I came to know.)

Eugene Field

http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/field01.html

Autism Sucks, Dental Work Not Far Behind.

There I've said it.  Again.



There are days when we live relatively comfortably with autism.  Not many, but some.  But no matter how hard we try to ignore it,  it's there.  Damn.

Some days are better.  No fighting, which in our case is more brother related than autism related, no hassles, just a family doing family stuff.

Then there are the todays.

FTD had his wisdom teeth pulled.  I realize that for many it's a right of passage type thing.  How many of us had our third molars pulled in our college years?  I sure did.  DH, too.  But last October when FTD first complained of a toothache, the whole wisdom tooth thing didn't even occur to me.

FTD never complains about physical pain, unless it's way beyond what you or I could bear.  Last year when he had the flu, it wasn't until I found him lying on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor did I realize how rotten he felt.  He never let on.

I didn't know about the teeth until last October, when we were at the Scout Council Camporee celebrating the 100th anniversary of the BS.  We were getting ready to head to the Big ToDo, and he suddenly went into near panic mode.  We stayed behind, although in hind sight, we maybe should have packed up and headed home then.  But he said he wanted to stay and would take a couple of Tylenol instead.  (As an aside, it was announced that night FTD's beloved troop leader was selected to represent the Erie Shores Council in the BS Hall of Leadership, one of about 300 selectees nationwide.  Unbeknownst to me, someone had clued the powers-that-be in to the video I did of our Parent's Statement on his Eagle Application.  That letter was then used as the nomination letter for his leader.  Wow. Mark was presented with his award that night, and we missed it.  Damn. Aside #2, a mom of another boy with autism saw the same video.  Her son's leaders/District/Council were telling her that he couldn't really earn Eagle.  His COH is in May.  I wish FTD and I could be there....)

Back the the tooth saga.  In the past, we've used a dentist, Dr. T., who is not among our insurance providers.  He's a great guy, good friend, terrific dentist, but also not cheap.  At all.  We decided it was time to find someone within our insurance, and with any luck at all s/he would also be a Medicaid provider, so when the boys are booted off our insurance they could continue care and not have to go through the trauma of a new doctor in their lives.

Lo and behold, one of the two dentists in our other town is a provider.  She, Dr. N., took one look and said, "Well, that tooth needs a root canal, and as jumpy as he is, you'll need sedation therapy to get it done.  And I don't do sedation therapy."  Okie dokie.  So now I have to find a dentist, Dr. B. who is a provider and does S-IVs.  That took another month of phone calling and web-searching.  By then it was Christmas, and the good doctor was off playing golf (I'm quite sure) but we got FTD an appointment in January.  This appointment involved the anesthesiologist who specializes in dental IV stuff. She also gets paid in cash on the day of the treatment.

The weather couldn't have been much worse the day of the appointment but we made it.  (By the way, the doctor hilariously calls his office the dental spa.  Seriously? Is that why it's so expensive?)  They started working on him, in an attempt to fill 'several' cavities in the back teeth.  But they couldn't goof him up enough to get in there.  "What's that instrument called? What does it do?  Where did you get it? Why are you doing that?  When will this be done" and on and on.  The doc gave up.  There goes my $325 for S-IV that didn't work.  And he still needs a root canal. But the doc has a new idea.  After all, since his wisdom teeth are coming in sideways, you could have them pulled by Dr. S, along with the rotten tooth.  Then while he's still under from that, I'll fill the cavities. Sounds like a plan.

We call Dr. S.  He's booked until March.  Surprise, surprise.  We meet with him.  He says that the wisdom teeth and rotten tooth pulling will be covered by our insurance and Medicaid.  The cavity work, called dental restorations, mind you, would also be covered by our insurance.  The only thing we might have to pay out of pocket was the cost of the dental suite, so Dr. B. could do his thing. Okie dokie,  I'm thinking this will run us another $300.

Who knew I could be so wrong.  The cost for that would have been $2600.00.  What. The. F.

Cancel Dr. B.  Go back to Dr. T. and just get the damn thing fixed once and for all.  Dr. T. says, yeah, pulling the rotten tooth is a good idea. But says he, he can come in 'after work' at 1 p.m. and get the three cavities in his front teeth filled.  Front teeth?  What about the "several" cavities in his back teeth that Dr. B said needed to be filled, I thought but didn't say out loud. Dr. T said he could do it with laughing gas and a Valium.  For FTD, not me.  We did that last week.  Pretty dang easy.  $300, please.

So finally, the wisdom teeth came out today, along with the rotten tooth.  Only took us 6 months. And now, FTD is goofed up on vicadin or something, swelling up, drooling blood and slobber, and trying to listen to my iPod with an ice pack next to his face. There's nothing I can do for him for now, except to keep the ice cream and pudding coming.

And hold his hand.  It's what Mom's do.