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How does a quilter get in the Christmas Spirit?

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She quilts a Christmas quilt and returns it to the maker in time for her to bind and hang the quilt in time for her annual Christmas party!  This is Barb’s piece called A Journey into Light by McKenna Ryan. Sorry for the awful pictures, I couldn’t take the pictures outside.)DSCN2906(Also, threads were tied and trimmed before returning to Barb.)
DSCN2905 Such cute little birds!DSCN2902I had fun quilting different designs in each “block.”DSCN2897Does this get you in the mood? Only 26 days until Christmas (with my Sweetie, my wonderful Son-in-law and my Grandson!)

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November 30, 2013 at 9:06 pm

Posted in Bev, Quilts

Flowers On Friday – Winter Garden In Brooklyn

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Our sweet potato vines finally died last weekend so I planted some winter cabbage in the window boxes.  Love the way it looks and should last for a few months!

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Happy Friday!

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November 22, 2013 at 1:19 pm

Another Wedding?

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Have a baby .  . . Check!

Get 19 clients through earnings while juggling a newborn, 3 hours of sleep per night and a stomach bug (that lasted 5 DAYS!!!!). . . Check!

Successfully put together 3 analyst days . . . including getting up at 4:30am to be at one all day  . . . CHECK!

Since August I have been both dreading and looking forward to October and November of this year.  I knew I was going to have very high highs and very low lows but I knew I was going to get through it . . . and guess what . . . I HAVE!

So naturally I want a new project!  How about getting married again?  I’m tempted after looking at these pictures from Alison’s blog.

This dress is OUT OF CONTROL!


The flowers and colors are OUT OF CONTROL!


This venue is insane.



And the decor . . . don’t get me started.


 I also want Mike and I to do the Dirty Dancing dance like this couple.

Of course you have to know I’m kidding . . . as nothing  . . . NOTHING could top the best night of my life.


 Happy Thursday!

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November 21, 2013 at 11:19 am

Fourth Quilt this week!

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This is a lap quilt made for the sleigh that Skip re-finished for his son-in-law.  I used a stylus and template to quilt a pattern called Clamshells.


This is my flowers for Friday picture. DSCN2870I LOVE this quilt.  I love the colors, I love the pattern, I love the quilting patterns.  I think I might make HAVE to make this.
My next quiltI might have to withdraw from the Boston Terrier pinterest board I’m on.  BT owners are prolific pinners. I had to share these, made me laugh.  The first one, who looks like Eagle, is ready for a spa day.Boston Fri 2This one is titled “re-charging.”  I’m glad I didn’t know one was supposed to charge them, mine hasn’t run out of energy yet! Boston Fri

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November 15, 2013 at 9:26 pm

Posted in Bev, Pets, Quilts, Uncategorized

A Two fer for Claudia

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Claudia and I seem to have developed a system.  I return a quilt to her, she gives me a new top to quilt.  However, I actually caught up with her, and finished TWO of her tops.

Can you guess how the artwork was made in this quilt?  (This is a picture of the top before quilting.)

DSCN2819A very patient grandmother painted her grandchild’s hand and  printed them on fabric.  DSCN2852 Who had more patience; Grandmother or grandchild? Did you notice that she did this for six grandchildren?

Next is a cute zig-zag quilt.  These are so much fun to quilt.
DSCN2856I had to show the back…it’s a longarm thing.  The quilting usually shows much better on the back.DSCN2862This picture is for Cathy R.  She thought she was loosing her mind because she was sure Claudia had green in her zig zag quilt.  This is the piece Cathy remembers.DSCN2221

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November 14, 2013 at 9:20 pm

Posted in Bev, Quilts

First Year of Parenthood

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I SWEAR I’m not going to only talk about baby stuff . . . but my friend Heather sent this post to me yesterday and I just had to share. Mike and I haven’t read a single book about parenting . . . nor did we read any about pregnancy . . . so this made me feel a lot better about that.  I added my own comments below each point (in red).

Ten True Things About the First Year of Parenthood

I did a ridiculous amount of reading when I was pregnant.  I read natural parenting books and baby scheduling books and how to make your baby happy with no crying and eating is good for everyone led by the spirit of your baby your self books.  If there was a book to read, rest assured, I gave it a go.

I thought I knew everything I’d need to know.

How much of that information did I actually use?  Some.  A little.  The best bits of this, a quick trick from that, but no single book was spot-on accurate, and nothing was anywhere near as easy as all my reading had led me to believe.  Fable was just herself, and apparently she hadn’t been reading the same stuff I’d been bingeing on.  All that reading was mostly a waste of time.*

These are the words I wish I’d read instead, before jumping headlong into the mommyhood with my books and my charts and my ideals and my high horses.  They’re flawed, and they aren’t all pretty, but they’re hard won and honest and as true as I can get’em.  

Here’s what I wish I’d known:

1. You are going to suck at this parenting gig and be awesome at it at the same time, all the time.  You will be a different parent every morning to a child who will also be different, sometimes changing in just hours, or minutes, or before your eyes.  There will be good days and bad days, good minutes and bad minutes, good choices and not so good ones.  You will do some things, probably a lot of things, wrong.  Be gentle with yourself, because you are wildly loved and incredibly needed.  You are climbing Mt. Everest with basically zero conditioning – expect to be kind of terrible at it for awhile.  You are beautiful.  We are for you.

This is so true.  Some days I feel like there is absolutely nothing I can do to make Julian happy.  He’s being fussy when he’s eating, he’s not sleeping more than 20 minutes at a time, he’s peeing through every single outfit (his and mine) so that means I have to change him . . . which is like the END OF THE WORLD in his eyes. Days like that I hate myself and pick on Mike and don’t eat and stress about not eating.  It’s a disaster.  THEN there are days that I have everything together.  Julian wakes up happy . . . he doesn’t cry when I change him, nor does he pee through his clothes . . . he eats super quick and is in a coma like state when he’s done (this will only last a minute, though).  I have dinner on the table when Mike walks in from work . . . we have a nice glass of wine and talk about how productive our days were.  Truth is that we have more awesome days than terrible ones . . . so thankful for that!

2. Post-partum bodies are squashy and wobbly and dimpled and stretched and foreign and embarrassing and difficult and painful and gorgeously imperfect, and they tend to stay that way for quite awhile.  You made a human.  Now make your peace.  Eat good food.  Walk around when you’re well enough.  Listen to the people who tell you you’re beautiful.  Take them at their word.  Remember where your worth comes from.

I must have gotten the Sale gene because I think I don’t look like I had a baby 5 weeks ago.  I kind of bounced back within a week and am super thankful for that! Maybe I should start taking advantage of it and eat some “good food”.

3. Your baby is not like the other babies.  Your baby is the only one of herself who has ever been, and you and your partner are the only experts on her.  Your baby will not behave like the books say, won’t like what she’s supposed to like, won’t do what she’s supposed to do when she’s supposed to do it, and that’s normal and great and perfectly okay.  The best thing you can do is put down your literature and get to know your baby.  What does she like?  What makes her laugh?  How does she best fall asleep?  What does hungry sound like?  The discovery of these things will serve you so much more than any stranger’s care instructions ever will.  You don’t have to make your life or your family look like any particular model – you don’t have to follow the rules.  You just have to create a life that works for you and fosters love and security and a whole lot of laughter.  If that looks like 2am pancake parties, I’m not going to tell on you.  I might actually admire you and be just a little bit jealous.

5 week olds, so I’m told by our nanny, are supposed to sleep and eat.  That’s how they grow.  Well, you know what, not this 5 week old.  He’s awake more than he’s asleep.  Most of the time he’s happily watching everything and everyone when he’s awake.  I listened to him lay in his Rock n Play for an hour this morning (between 3:30 and 4:30) trying to suck on his blanket, then try to get his hands free from the swaddle while he was rocking himself back and forth . . . all while making little baby noises . . . FOR AN HOUR . . .then he finally started to cry so I would get up and feed him.  Also back to the changing the diaper thing.  He HATES it.  People have told me that that’s normal but I don’t think his hatred for it is quite on par with other kids . . . but it’s just a phase, right?

4. We have got to stop telling people that things should be easy and painless.  We live in a culture that equates ease with value – the easier it is, the better it is, if it hurts you, something is wrong.  Reality check: sometimes things that are hard and painful are also really, really good.  Every once in a while as a parent, one of the things that you thought would be really difficult turns out to be incredibly easy and drama-free.  This is called a miracle, and though it might be somehow related to some book you read and the alignment of the stars and a magic way you pat the soles of your baby’s feet and the tea you drink on Thursdays, it’s still mostly a miracle, and the odds of that same miracle happening to EVERY OTHER PARENT EVERYWHERE are pretty slim, even with books and stars and tea and so much foot-patting.  We get excited in our victories, and want to share them, but it’s important to remember that we are all struggling with different issues.  One daddy’s easy is some mama’s nightmare.  And just because your baby doesn’t sleep through the night at five weeks or eat with a fork by her first birthday or cries a lot or your boobs get sore from breastfeeding (even though her latch is perfect) – just because it isn’t EASY and PAINLESS – it isn’t necessarily wrong.  Sometimes hard is okay, sometimes, often, it’s even good.  Hard is how we grow.  And guess what, kiddo – parenting is hard.  Any book that tells you otherwise deserves the big fat sticker of bullshit.

I would say this is true BUT I love reading about things that have worked for other parents.  As a first time mom you really don’t have a huge list of things you can try for this or that so you turn to the internet and I’ll tell you, the internet has saved me more times than I can count during this whole process.

5. Speaking of bullshit, oh mylanta, the poop.  They warn you.  They tell you.  And despite every warning, it is still baffling and alarming and downright awe-inspiring how much of your next year is going to be spent dealing with, assessing, smelling for, washing off, evaluating, discussing, logging, and transporting poop.  Get good and comfy with poop, friends.  The poop cometh.  For whom the poop tolls.  The hunt for poop-tober – you get the idea.

It took a village to get Julian to poop before we left the hospital when he was born so I still get super excited every time he poops (which is like 8 times a day . . . so you would think it would be getting old by now but it hasn’t).  It means that his little body is working (and that mine is too!).

6. The sooner you can figure out how to accept unwanted advice gracefully, the easier your year is going to be.  For whatever reason, people love to weigh in on babies – everyone has an opinion, and everyone wants to share.  I believe that most of this advice is pretty well-intended – most of it falls into the “it worked for me and I am so happy and I want to share my joy joy joy with you because you look very tired” category, which is at least only mildly offensive and really very sincere.

Here’s the thing – you can stumble through this crazy first 12 months in defense mode, snapping witty comebacks at judgey old ladies or know-it-all childless people, or you can decide to give everybody the benefit of the doubt, smile and say thank you, and become very zen and confident about knowing what’s best for your child and not giving one ounce of your abundance of poop about what anyone else says.

If I were you, I’d aim for zen.

Nobody is out to get you.  Everyone wants you to succeed.  And screw them all anyway, because you are raising a child, and that is awesome.  Did your kid eat something today?  Is she relatively hygienically sound?  Smiles occasionally?  You win all the things.  You are awesome enough to absorb any and all commentary, keep the bits you like, and toss the bits you don’t.  How sweet of them to care.

The more the merrier when it comes to advice.  I’ll listen to it all . . . try some of it and am more than happy to give it out.

7. Start stretching, because it’s time to get flexible.  I’m not a big fan of general statements like “All babies like swaddling” or “Co-sleeping is best for everybody,” but there is one I can get behind – babies are really inconvenient.  Your schedule, your sleep, your stellar punctuality record, your deadlines, your best shirts, your relationships – everything is about to get messy and complicated.  You have two choices – become a weepinghungrytiredmess of doom, or swallow every ounce of pride you have and become flexible.  Ask for help.  Admit failure.  Be late.  Stay in your pajamas.  Ignore the dishes.  Let slide what can slide and rejoice when you make it through with all your bare necessities intact.  You are going to miss a few parties and a lot of snoozes and probably many other important things, and it will be okay.  It will be better than okay.  It will be amazing.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be one of those parents who gets a magic baby who responds to the methods in whatever book you read or is just naturally benevolent and fits like a glove into your fabulous and organized life.  Again, this is called a miracle.  We love you and are happy for you.  Now please, shut up.

This is so true.  I’ve historically been an on time, if not consistently early, type person.  Not anymore.  My schedule is certainly not my own.

8. The most important thing to get for your baby is not a Rock n’ Play, nor a good set of swaddling blankets, nor a high-end stroller.  The most important thing to get for your baby is a village.  Your village will keep you afloat.  They will carry you when you are tired, feed you when you are starving, forgive you when you are unkempt and hours late and a neglectful friend who can’t remember to wear socks let alone whose birthday it is.  They will love your baby when you are too tired or frustrated to hold her at the moment, because you are imperfect and human and have imperfect and human failings.  They will remind you who you are when you start to think your whole life is only about poop.  They will lift you up.

Thank god for my family, friends and Diana (our amazing nanny) . . . most especially thank god for Mike.  He’s a baby whisper and likes to defend that title daily.   I would never be able to do this without him, ever.

Thank god, also, for the rock n play, swaddle me blankets and high-end stroller!

9. We have to lift each other up.  Raising babies is the hardest thing many of us have ever done.  We can tear each other to bits, criticize choices, and turn up noses, or we can love each other, admire adorable babies, offer a hand, and celebrate victories.  This is not a difficult choice, people.  Nobody cares that your way is better.  Everyone cares that your kid is gorgeous and let’s chat over coffee and what have you been doing with your hair lately because, girlfriend, you look fabulous.  Don’t be horrible.  It isn’t really that hard.

Whoever doesn’t lift others up is a stupid head.  I haven’t met any of these people yet and hope I never do!

10. Success is found in being willing to grow.   Here’s the truth: you don’t know much of anything.  A year from now,  after your fantastic kid turns one, you won’t know much of anything still.  Gather wisdom around you.  Learn from your mistakes.  Stay humble.  Stay open.  When you know better, do better.  Be a better parent tomorrow than you were today, always, everyday, as often as you can.  Try things out and leave them behind shamelessly if they don’t work out.  Life isn’t a contest or a game – it’s simply only beautifully life. Live the minutes instead of scoring them.  Love that incredible baby.

Sounds good.  Done and Done!

Oh, lovely – you are going to have so much fun!

How cute is this kid, seriously!?!?


As of 6pm tonight, I’ve officially made it through an earnings season with a newborn.  I’ve even impressed myself.

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November 12, 2013 at 2:29 pm

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Almost A Month!

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I promise to post more once I’m OUT OF EARNINGS SEASON!  In the meanime, here is our handsome little boy who is almost a month old!  Time really does fly!

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November 4, 2013 at 2:29 pm