Turn Signals, Bloglovin’, Dolls & Sticks

Random, short(ish) thoughts from the week in no particular order of importance (though if you’re new ’round here, be warned that I don’t do “short” very well):

Is there a mechanic in the house: There must be a shortage of mechanics in Georgia that are qualified to repair turn signals. Either that, or cars in this area of the country don’t come with standard turn signals built in. I know this because of the number of folks out there who are driving around with (apparently) broken ones.

Mustang Sequential Tail lights

Mustang Sequential Tail lights

How is it not a habit to use a turn signal? :shock: Heck, I use mine all the time! In fact, it’s such an ingrained habit to use a turn signal that I even use it when I’m turning into my garage from my own driveway, which can actually be slightly embarrassing if there’s someone else in the car! Besides, my turn signals are totally cool ’cause they do that sequential blinky thing there, which is all the more reason to use them a lot, though of course I never get to see because I don’t follow myself! Yeah, I went a lil’ bit pseudo-guy-car-freak when I bought my car years ago, but even after seven years I still love, love, LOVE it so it’s all good. :-) Continue reading

Work in Progress Wednesday–Finding the Groove Post Icepocalypse

Last week was definitely weird here in the South. The Snowpocalypse a few weeks back was bad enough, but the Icepocalypse was much worse for us. Augusta was the hardest hit by that storm, and here we were right in the middle of it all. Turns out ice storms are momentum killers…who knew? I spent last Wednesday trying to get things done on the computer in between power flickers, until Wednesday evening when it sputtered out and died entirely, and proceeded to stay out until… wait for it… Saturday morning! Not cool, Mr. Winter, not cool…

Quilting related work was almost non-existent. No power == no machine, no computer to work on patterns, not enough light for hand work most of the time and no iron of course. It’s amazing how completely dependent our lives are on having electricity at the flick of a switch, and even more amazing how little we realize it until it’s not available. As I said on Twitter, funny how some days you’d just like to read all day, until there’s nothing else to do and then you’d rather not! Continue reading

Word of the Year: Momentum

I’ve decided my word of the year for 2014 is Momentum. It’s most definitely not “because”–I’m just not even going to get started on that. Yes, I know it’s the beginning of February, not January. While many people are reflecting at year end and thinking ahead to the new year, I’m still recovering. Yes, it takes that long to get over the holiday season for me some years!

Momentum is awesome while you have it. I know because I had it for many years, and I wouldn’t have been able to push a book from concept to completion in just over a year without it. These days, there’s no momentum. I move in fits and starts, and not always in a forward direction. Continue reading

Endings…

It’s time. I’m done. I just have no desire to actually make anything out of all this fabric, beads, fibers and “stuff” that is sitting in my studio. It’s been three and a half years since I really felt like doing much at all with any of it, so I think it’s really time to just say farewell to it all.

I never thought I’d do that actually, but honestly, it’s been a long time coming, even before I discovered Inchies and created Inchie Quilts. I remember having a conversation with my mother in early 2008. I don’t remember the whole of it, but I distinctly remember saying to her “Maybe it’s time to just be done with all this quilting stuff.” I was working on Elemental Changes and having some design issues and it all just seemed like too much effort to figure it out. I was also developing Inchie Quilts at the time, and I even remember where I was sitting in my studio when I was talking to her. The thing was though, after quilting for probably 40-60 hours a week for so many years as both a hobby and a job, I wondered what I’d do with myself if I didn’t quilt. Quilting was just a part of my life, like ITMan, the girls and the cats. It was soothing when I was upset, it was inspiring, it was fulfilling, and it was an escape. What would I even do with all of those hours if I didn’t play with fabric? Continue reading

Sewing is Good for the Soul

I visited my sewing machine today. It’s been a bit lonely lately, I’m sure. There it sits on that lovely custom sewing table day after day, and it can’t even enjoy the view from the window because it’s turned toward the opposite wall. I’ve been doing some quilt related things recently as I hinted here, but they don’t really involve that “hands on” time with the sewing machine and fabric.

It all started with making the bed. Confession time: I’m not a bed-maker. I never have been. Why make the bed when you’re just going to get in it later and mess it up? ITMan doesn’t care one way or the other–he’s not a bed-maker either–so we get along fine. When we get out of bed, we just pull up the covers a bit, and go on about the day. Shadow loves that especially in winter since he can go burrow under the covers and sleep when he gets cold during the day, and Patches sometimes makes his bed there as well on top of the feather duvets. Continue reading

An Interesting Place

By way of a little “touching base/checking in” type post, I find myself in an interesting place at the moment, both literally and figuratively:

Augusta is an interesting place. So far, we really like it here, high pollen counts and high temperatures notwithstanding. We’re not actually in Augusta, but in a smaller town just outside of it. It’s a nice area, and most things I need or want to do are within a few minutes from the house, and I very quickly embraced the idea that anything over ten miles away is “too far” and even five miles is pushing it. The Augusta area is big enough to have a nice mall with a Dillard’s and a Macy’s (which is almost “too far” it must be said), but not big enough for a Nordstrom or Neiman Marcus, and I’m okay with that. If it was that big, it would be too big like Atlanta, and I don’t think I’d like living there. Augusta seems just right.

Our house is an interesting place. For that matter, so is home ownership. You see, I’ve never owned a house before, and it still feels a bit…strange…somehow. It’s all ours, and we can do what we like with it, and we don’t have to put up with strange landlords or worry about what issues or faults might become evident as time goes on that perhaps weren’t apparent when we moved in or that the landlords didn’t want to tell us about. The house itself is wonderful, and I’m still amazed that I found it. I think I fall in love with it a little more as each week passes. We love the neighborhood, all three streets of it, and our neighbors are nice and quiet and nearly invisible, just the way we like to be. Every once in a while though, I still stop and think about how weird it is to have our own house, and maybe have a few roots starting to set themselves into the ground finally. Continue reading