My blog is broken – it’s still stuck on Brad Pitt

I cannot believe how long it’s been since I was here.  You know, when you’re on vacation with Brad Pitt or George Clooney, you just lose all sense of time.  Not that I was, I’m just sayin………You’ll hear no more about that from these lips.

I’ve got so much to share, I don’t know what to say – yes and the sun rises in the west…..I’ll find the words, ok?

There are two groups that I have infiltrated – well truthfully, I may have helped form the groups but that is only because then they have to include me.  Just a little tip for y’all.  One is a quilt group.  We are the Loose Threads – previously the Peacemakers and came close to being the Noxious Needles or the Ladies Thursday Afternoon Bowling League (we don’t bowl) or LSD - Ladies in Support of the Downtrodden. (this was meant to be a cover for the fact that this was another social not humanitarian group)   We are a group of 9 that have been together for I think 12 years.  Good friends all.  And oh, how we’ve grown in taste, ability and friendship in that time.  We’ve always a lot of laughs and sometimes a few tears AND great show & tell. 

The threads met this month at CD’s house on the lake for a sewing day.  Usually we just gather for a good time but this month we added a sewing day to the schedule.  Each person brought fabric already cut to make 12 blocks of the same pattern.  The blocks will finish at 4 1/2” and will look like this:

There are only 2 colors and we are using the civil war type repro fabrics.

Now, if you do the math, there are 8 flying geese per block.  Times 12 blocks per person and that is 96 geese.  Next, take 96 geese times the number of people – of which there were only 6 that day and you come up with 576 geese.  Now,  let’s just carry that one step further and consider that all 576 geese need to be checked for size/trimmed on all 4 sides and now we have 2,304 cuts to make.  That was only for making the flying geese and does not include making the rest of the block.  So, try as we might, we didn’t complete our task.  But, undaunted, we stacked up our piles and will continue making our blocks by planning another sewing day ASAP.  This is what it looks like to tackle this job:

We started out with 3 sewers, 1 presser and 2 cutters.  The cutters had a tough job so we did rotate duties.  Then 2 sewers, 1 presser & 3 cutters…….

 

Where are the sewers?

 

 

 

Where are the cutters?

 

 

 

They must be walking toward this lovely work station on the porch…….

 

Yes indeed, we couldn’t string 3 nice days together all summer long and when it turns into September, BAM, we get a string of 80+ degree days.  It was so beautiful.  But, I’m losing the thread (hence “Loose Threads”) of my story.  Lunch is always important to us and I doubt that we’ve ever had the same thing twice in all those years.  This day our afternoon “snack” was a great Weight Watchers Peach Pie.  Sorry I don’t have a picture but I do have the recipe:

Pie was only a minor highlight of our lunch break tho.  You see, one of our group is going thru chemo treatments.  She’s the 2nd of our group to go thru this.  We don’t want them to go thru it alone tho.  It almost could have been scripted, it was so perfect.  Ms. Jean was taking a quilt out of a bag for show & tell.  Our special gal, KL, asked if this was a quilt for someone special.  Ms. Jean replied that it was for someone very special.  You see we have a friend who is going thru chemo and we made this for her.  There was a second of silence before KL got it:  OMG, you made it for me????  Yes, KL, it’s a wellness quilt and we want you to take it to chemo with you and use it at home so you can wrap our love around yourself anytime you need us. 

 

Is this quilt for someone special?

 

 

 

 

You made this for ME?????

 

 

 

 

Oh you girls – I love it!

And we love you KL

The yellow shirt gal received the “wellness quilt” and the black shirt gal lost her husband to cancer I think it was 2 years ago now.  (her shirt says “cancer sucks.”  Guess we’d all agree with that!!!)

I think I’ll save “Woolie Day” for the next post ‘cuz there’s a lot of eye candy in that story, girl. 

Some of you gals were taking pictures of textures in  your homes and they were so much fun to look at.  It got me thinking a little about textures so yesterday I took this shot.  See if you can tell me what it is….

If you guessed the ceiling of the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome In Minneapolis – you’re right!!!!  (no prizes)  The roof is held up with air pressure and it is so very weird when you leave the building – you get literally blown out the doors.  Hang on to your hats and  your kids and grandma!  I kid you not. 

See if you can tell by our travel companion’s clothing what we were doing there:

Son #1 and wife.

 

Son #2 and friend.

Minnesota Twins Baseball.  The Boys of Summer.  The young men who get paid a lot of money to do what they love to do anyway.  Scratch & Spit.  Did I say that? 

Anyway, it was another 80 degree day and we drove 3 hours to go INSIDE to a ball game.  But I wasn’t alone.  Me & 42,999 others were there to watch the game.  And a few more besides.

Only 4 games left to be played in this stadium before using a new outdoor stadium next year.  Now, I’m all for watching baseball on a beautiful day but come on, this is Minnesota.  Do you know how cold it can still be in April?  Or October?  Or any month in-between?  Can we say Rain?  Sleet?  Snow? 

And this?  This is Mr. Baseball, Joe Mauer, the face of baseball for the Twins.  A catcher who is a power hitter.  (and a cutie).  We were in row 7 & he was warming up just below us.  I waved & said Hi Joe!  He never even looked.  But I really wasn’t having a “good hair day”.  You hear what I’m sayin?  In any case, Joe won the game.  I mean, the Twins won the game.

Our little precious (sick) Baxter went to the Bed & Biscuit again and had a sleep-over because it was late when we got home.  He loves it there.  As soon as the Mr. dropped him off, he took off like a rocket to play with the others and forgot all about his “master”.  AND he brought home a very good report card.  It was almost perfect in fact – just like Baxter.