I've been offline for some time as I'm trying to put this business pursuit online! (LOOK here above!)
'Top of the morning to y'all.
I absolutely love this quilt. The colors are a variety of greens with pink and wine blooming within. It is amazing and conflicting in that these colors match perfectly both my living room and my dining room. Oh, but, where to go?
Even DH commented on the color combination being perfect, and folks, THAT is saying alot. Most days he dresses the girls and you'd swear we live in a house inhabited by only the color blind. Not that life can't be a fun and quirky spectrum, but I'd like a little harmony to feast my eyes...and it never hurts to blend in.
So I love, love my harmonic doll quilt. And check out Jen's clever hanging sleeve--there's probably a proper name for these nifty triangles. And the back fabric--devine!!
A day earlier and I would so totally copied the hanging triangles for my quilt. Like, of course. Next time. Here is what I am sending off.
There was a little playfulness going on when I quilted it. I like to call this diddy my Tic Tac Toe quilt as there is either an O or X the box.
Either that or Hollywood Squares. I just hope the recipient has fun with it. The colors are picked to fit that person so at the very least it might be enjoyed for that.
Unless, of course, he/she is colorblind.
I realize those who have read my latest posts… Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
Is that an echo I hear?
Yes, you. YOU MIGHT think I have baby on the brain what with my baby this, baby that blogging.
Well, better to be baby on the brain than baby in the belly. For me, anyway.
I love all that is baby, and oh, I big heart my two baabaas, but I don’t need more, thankyouverymuch.
Not long ago BA posted this hysterical—but real—remedy addressing the source of this baby business. And in between chuckles, I was thanking PMS gods (goddesses?) everywhere that my chosen contraceptive leaves me with no need for such diva devices. I suffer no monthly physical ailments.
Unless, of course, you count the self-inflicted physical battering brought on emotionally during Aunt Flow’s visit. It’s not my fault DH would rather run into oncoming cars than mop up my hysterical sobbing.
Ok, I’m way off target here. The point of the post is to post something non baby. Or rather, the point of the post is my Someone Spectacular.
I’m just sayin’ this post ain't about babies. Though, I will say, this someone was my dependable, endearing pregnancy pen pal whilist we were both expecting our first child in 2002/3. Ok. Done. No more talk about babies or pregnancies. I promise.
Carrie is one of my
oldest longest longstanding friends. We schooled together. We worked together. And, briefly, we did the San Francisco thing together.
She’s a devoted mom and wife. She’s a hardworking lawyer. Oh yes, she is smart. And not least of all, she is a talented artist. Last year I visited her at home in Nevada. One step into her abode and you can feel her creativity flowing throughout. It is alive and well.
I love me some colorwash techniques. It was no wonder that I was in awe when I walked into her studio and saw a wall hanging comprising a gazillion post-it sized color pieces, the sum of which was a gorgeous colorwash artwork.
I’m fairly certain I just short-changed the correct description of this artwork. But do you get it that she is talented and and her artwork stunning?
It may not be a colorwash, but isn’t the picture above a real beauty?
Now featuring in the City of the World Art Gallery is Carrie Bourdeau, my friend. You must check her out! http://cityoftheworld.org/thismonth/carrie-bourdeau/
Meanwhile, I’m gonna ask when and where we can see her colorwash art….
Has your milk come in?
Isn't it so baby-licious?Invitations done, I'm that much closer to hosting a June baby shower. In Ireland. It's a world of willing and fun party participants who have yet to experience the cross-your-legs-and-lose-your-safety-pin game and several silly others. As hostess, I' m looking forward to getting back to my roots, embracing the gaa gaa antics and telling grown women to measure using toilet paper squares.