June is here; that means the peonies are in bloom. These medium pink are always the first to show off. In two or three days the white ones will come out, with the deep pink the last to show their faces. They’re all in the same place with the same amount of light, but those deep colors just take a while longer. I have a bouquet in the house and we get whiffs of them every time we pass.
And just like that, summer has appeared. Saturday was a full-fledged hot and humid day to get all my flowers potted. Eleven pots in the front yard and fifteen more in the back. We are finally seeing some summer beauty and bounty as the garden is finally producing now that we have some heat. I think I should just let the pictures speak for themselves.
These are some of the pots out front that the walkers can enjoy.
Here’s the back yard and deck, from sunny to filtered sun where impatients grow profusely.
…and two of my gardens. We are attempting to water our shade garden and raspberries with a drip system. It is going to take some getting used to the timing with some close watching. I also have to adjust the hose so everything gets the drink it needs. I will be cleaning up my perennial garden in the next few days, weeding it out and adding mulch. Those pictures are for another day.
My veggie garden is ready to give us radishes, onions, and greens. Broccoli is wired off from the bunnies so they are growing nicely. This year I planted an heirloom tomato along with the usual better boy, early girl, Romas, and grape tomatoes. Cukes are planted along the south side of the garage–nice and hot and sunny. Gladiolus and zinnias are there also so by August I should have lots of color there, with plenty of cut flowers for my house.
I’ve been waiting for this since March. It’s worth it.
It started out on Saturday. I traveled to Kewaunee for a birthday gathering for my mother. 98 years. Hard to imagine but she’s doing fine. Her body doesn’t like movement, as her elbow, shoulder and finger joints refuse to move at times. But she gets around fine at her assisted living apartment, and wins most of the money at their sheepshead games–she’s the only one who can remember which cards are played.
Four of the siblings were there to celebrate with her. We gathered for the picture, but had to reposition ourselves so we stood in birth order. Totally Jim’s idea, but it works. Right to left is oldest to youngest in second picture. Oldest and youngest were unable to attend. Joanne, Lois (deceased), Elayne (deceased), Judy, me, Jim, Mari, Debbie. My mom was #2 of 6 and is the only one remaining in her family. But they produced lots of cousins for me: over 60. I know. Isn’t it great?
Then I had to return home so I could attend a party for Hailey. She turned 11 on Sunday. But first I had to make her birthday cake. Monster cookie icebox cake. She picked out the recipe, I made the cake. Cookie butter, cream cheese, whipped cream for the filling. Layered with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate chips, peanut butter cookies and m and m, caramel cookies and Heath pieces. More whipped cream on top. Yum.then she opened presents. I bought her a sun dress, shorts long enough to wear to school, and a summer top. Kelly got her nail polish and nail art, hair barrettes, and lip balm. She got lots of money, too, but presents are more fun to open.
I love Memorial Day weekend just for the birthdays. I got lots of family time with my mother, I stayed with my sister, Kelly spent 3 days with us and we saw the grandgirls and Dan and Kari. Couldn’t ask for better company.
I completed one quilt in the past few weeks. I read a blog post about a picnic quilt recently. Now I’ve been wanting/meaning to make one of those almost since I began quilting. After reading that post I decided it was time. I pulled out a jolly bar set, Sundrops by Cory Yoder, I got in a Sew Sampler box from The Fat Quarter Shop and decided to make Picket Fences pattern from the jolly bar book. The main color is such a beautiful peachy pink.
Turns out, it is not a picnic quilt. I have a friend who has been diagnosed with cancer so it went to her. It HAD to go to her because that peachy color is her favorite color. She can now surround herself with a quilt of her favorite color. The picnic quilt will have to be another project down the road.
What frustrated me was the quilting. For the first time I decided to spray baste the quilt. I read a few blogs and it was as easy as they said. BUT something went terribly wrong. Either I sprayed too heavily or the spray was too old (I think I bought it a year or so ago) and the machine quilting was nearly impossible to do. First it skipped stitches, and then it frayed and broke the thread.
I refused to give up. I found a needle/thread conditioner that I received from a Sew Sampler box again, and I stopped and conditioned the needle every few feet of stitches. It was a quilt-saver, for sure. I refuse to show a close-up picture of my loop-d-loop quilting as I could never get into a rhythm. But I finished and gifted the quilt. Ruth is not concerned with perfection, nor am I. Her perseverance is much more critical than mine will ever be.
Nick Butler is a local author; he lives in FallCreek. The book is set in Eau Claire and Northwest Wisconsin at a fictional boy scout camp in Haugen. I liked the book; my friend, who lent me the book, didn’t like the subject matter. Most of the men in this book do not have many saving personal qualities. I felt the characters were very real, whether you liked them or not.
Butler’s language was beautiful; I loved his descriptions. A good story, well written is a winner for me. The book follows three generations of scouts and what/who they grow into. All is not rosey, and there are bullies, macho men, and soldiers. I like getting into the heads of different people to understand where they are coming from. After reading this, I get it. I felt that same way a “Girl on the Train.” I understood alcoholics and what drives them after reading that book. I feel I understand some men’s personalities better after reading The Hearts of Men. I’m glad I read it. I will be going to hear Butler when he speaks at the Chippewa Valley Book Festival this fall.
A few years ago I decided I wanted to learn the art of crochet. It’s similar to quilting in that it takes some skill and you can make warm blankets. I learned to crochet, but I haven’t made a warm blanket yet. The task seems too daunting for me. And it seems I seldom get the number of stitches I need. I do a lot of ripping. So I’ve learned to stick with mandalas, coasters, and dish/face cloths.
Because my dish cloths are wearing out, it was time to get out the crochet hook and make a few for John (he does the dishes and cleans the kitchen; I cook). I found a pattern and this is what I turned out.It’s just a simple granny square with a tight weave. I made the green/yellow one first. It was way bigger than it needed to be with four different colors. Therefore, the second one in blue and yellow has just three colors and two fewer rounds. A much better size. I made the first two Monday evening while watching tv. Maybe that’s why my number of stitches is off a bit; my mom says you have to pay close attention while you crochet. I’m sure that’s why she was much better at it than I am.
It was so much fun that I made a third one the next night. All the stitch-counts are correct, and I only had to pull stitches out twice. They are made from left over cotton yarn from projects I did more than a year ago when I was “into” the craft. So does that mean they really didn’t cost me anything? At least I didn’t have to buy any supplies.
At 98 years old, my mom no longer crochets. She made and gave away 99 afghans, and she didn’t count the number of doilies she made and gave away. She was good. My sisters, brother, nieces, nephews, grandkids, and step-grands all have afghans and doilies and scarves to remember her by. And I got all her hooks, too.
I had to sew something this week so I took some charm squares and some background fabric and made two blocks like this one. I made a pillow out of one and the other is waiting for quilting to use as a mug rug. When I don’t know what to do with a block, it usually ends up being a mug rug.
I’m still waiting for spring to progress so I can do outside work. I worked up my raspberry patch, as many of the canes were over 6 years old. I dug out the old rooted canes but kept the younger ones and trimmed them back. That was ALL I could do because very few plants are out of dormancy yet. Maybe this warm weather we’re having now will awaken them. You know, April showers bring…outside work.
Kelly and I were in Emerald City last Saturday. A few months back Kelly texted me from work saying “Wicked” tickets were going on sale. I quickly looked at the schedule at the Orpheum and decided the Saturday Matinee of the first week would be ideal. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than being able to get tickets, that I hadn’t realized that was Easter weekend. We usually have family plans for Easter Sunday so it wasn’t until after I was able to secure the tickets that I realized Easter plans would be different this year.
As it turned out, it wasn’t really such a bad idea. Dan had air miles available so he booked Easter weekend in Florida at Harry Potter at Disney World. He, Kari, and the girls left Friday, toured the park on Saturday, and flew home on Sunday. It was a quick fun weekend for them. That left Easter Sunday for us with just Kelly. Everything worked out. We decided to dog sit Jhanna so we travelled to Coon Rapids on Friday to arrive after Dan had left. We scheduled a car checkup for John’s car in Wayzata for Saturday morning, getting another errand completed. I went to the play while he walked and watched the dog, then Kelly and I returned to Coon Rapids for dinner Saturday night because we were eating at Burch for Easter brunch.
The play was amazing. Kelly has seen it once before, but it was a first for me. The Broadway productions in Minneapolis never disappoint. It was funny, fun, heart-warming, and she’s really not the “wicked witch of the West.” What a great story. Spending the weekend in The Cities made everything convenient for us and the dog didn’t have to go to a kennel. We all won.
My next visit to the Twin Cities will be in June when my friend Renae and I travel to St. Paul to see The Moody Blues. Renae and I looked for something to attend in The Cities last summer but nothing excited us. When this came up we jumped at the chance. I’ve seen the Moody Blues once before, live, maybe 20 years ago. “Days of Future Past” is the only album I have in every format: album, tape, CD, and digital. It may be my favorite piece of music ever. (Ya think?)
I have been playing in my sewing room. These two blocks are leftovers from projects I did last year and the year before. Both will probably end up as pillow covers unless I can think of some other use for them. I love half-square triangles because they can make so many different patterns. The one on the left is from Jeni Baker’s book Half Square Triangles. She has close to a hundred patterns and lots of quilts, too. I picked one I liked and went with the blocks I had left. It’s so cute. The one on the right is larger. It ended up being 18″ square. The first one is 16″. Those will be some pretty big pillows.Then this happened. Can anybody sew together 64 half-square triangles without making a mistake? That seam ripper sitting next the block was useful. It’s all correct now and waiting for a pillow and a chair to sit on.
My next project was a table runner I made with charm squares I received in a quilt box from the Fat Quarter Shop. Moda color of the year is flamingo, and I received a charm pack of the color. I also got the floral charm pack earlier and the two seemed to fit together. I have a table runner from that same pattern in red and apple fabric for fall. This one seemed suited for spring and summer on my side table.
Speaking of spring, that’s what I’m waiting for. Last Saturday it was warm, 70 degrees. I went to a landscape center and bought the best compost ever. Pure cow manure, no seeds, no weeds, nor straw; just pure, unadulterated manure. I covered my raised bed garden and enhanced my flowerbeds. I’m really wanting the weather to get warm so I can get some early seeds in the garden: lettuce, radishes, broccoli, parsley, onions. I’m watching gardening videos, planning my summer landscape. But until it gets warm in Wisconsin I’ll remain in my sewing room.
More than a year ago I bought a kit to make my own tuffet. I liked Kelly’s two midcentury modern footstools she bought for her condo and figured I could make my own. I found a kit that contained a base, feet, and foam. All I had to do was sew the cover. I could have just covered it with upholstery fabric like I did my small footstool, but I wanted it unique and cute. Of course, there were tons of pictures of them all over the Internet. Besides that, sewists were making and stuffing their own.
After procrastinating long enough, I broke down and bought a pattern custom made for my square tuffet. It was worth it. It included fusible interfacing with the pattern on it, a button for the center, cording to attach the button, and instructions to carry me through to the finish.
I found the fabric at Stitch Supply Co, in Altoona. (Love Anne’s shop). The main fabric is new from Joel Dewberry and the stripes are coordinates the clerks helped me find. The sewing was fun but not for a beginner, lots of bias and curves. The construction of the tuffet after I completed the top required the help of Patty, my neighbor, who is a craft/sewing genius. John was even helpful with attaching the foam and fabric, and getting the button in place.
I love it. It was worth the time and money. It wasn’t cheap, but I wasn’t looking for the best deal; I was looking for one-of-a-kind. I got that. Of course, I have extra fabric to make a few coordinating pillows.
kit and pattern are from Quilter’s Cocoon
I save scraps, fabric scraps. Some sewists don’t save any, some save every bit. I don’t get too obsessive, but I do save pieces that I hope to use at some point. My sewing room and closet were getting a tad messy from tossing scraps randomly, so I got busy sorting through them and organizing my sewing room and supplies. After sorting through my fabrics I ended up with a small tub of strips, a box of squares and rectangles from 1.5 inches to about 4 inches, another box of small(ish) scraps, and another of large scraps. Large scraps are pieces that I can’t make into fat quarters. I organized the entire closet where I store my fabrics. I bought plastic storage containers, I labeled them and packed away much of my supply of fabrics and supplies.The first thing I did was admire my work, then I got after the strips and sewed a few of them together. Then I “made” fabric by sewing scraps together. From that I made a hot pad and a pillow. I’ll be making pin cushions, too. I have one project to finish before spring gardening and golf begin, so most of my summer sewing will be from the scraps I have accumulated and organized.
I love fabric; I love to look at it, admire it, pet it, and ooh and aah over it. Why would I throw it away. Sometimes I don’t even want to sew with it. I know many sewists who are like that. But once I use the fabric, it’s important that I utilize as much of it as I can. I have to get ideas from blogs and Pinterest and the internet, but I try to get the most I can out of my fabrics. Here’s the cute little pillow.