First I’d like to thank everyone who attended the Verry Sherry launch party. In fact, some of you didn’t even know you were there but, you were! That rings true for the parties of yesteryear—remember when we didn’t remember? Now THAT's a party! and then there are those parties we wish we didn’t remember…
Hope you enjoyed it and you’re welcome back anytime. And bring friends, cause we all like a newbie…
Anyone still thinking slogans? Time’s up! Many thanks to all those clever thinkers who participated.
The runners up are worth honorable mention:
Sew What? from Cathi at Celtic Knots—love the double meaning. Could go far.
Solar Powered from Megan over at Fried Okra—never considered this, but you know what? It fits.
Finally, the Winner is …
Mom, Wipe My Bum!! From Bonnie at Quiltville. Bonnie, drop me an email with your mailing address and I’ll get this package right out to you! May you and your family enjoy the sweet victories of Trival Pursuit Chocolate Edition!
Not until I saw this plea resonate with so many friends with children--young and old, present and past-- did I get it. Until this point, it was just another symptom of CHAOS (helpfully identified by Bonnie as ‘Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome’) in my life. Such is a part of my life I can not escape. Cooking dinner…mom, wipe my bum!…running out to work…mom, wipe my bum!...showering….mom, wipe my bum!
It keeps us all laughing, and that, my friends, is worth printing on a t shirt. If. It wasn’t a virtual party with virtual contest, and a virtual t shirt.
So sorry, to friends who are more fortunate to not have to deal with such loose ends…aw, yuck...this winner is score one for motherhood.
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Who’s Afraid of UFOs?
Not Babydoll, apparently. Here she is, fast asleep under UFO* Babydoll’s Quilt; I began this two years ago, in my first quilting group. It is an unfinished sample quilt (sample quilts are quilts with a variety of block patterns; a great way for newbies to learn the different designs, *also UFO means UnFinished Object.). Look closely, Babydoll didn’t even mind a few pins here and there.
This quilt was pieced using all of Babydoll’s infant cotton dresses, many of which were sundresses, ‘cause she was a San Francisco babe born in March thus giving her the summer and Indian summer-fall to parade her girly outfits. Babydoll would wear whatever was put on her. She still will.
Cutiepie, on the other hanger, is a stylist all her own. Though I held back when she was smaller, she insists on wearing spaghetti-strap dresses in the dead cold of an Irish winter. She definitely dresses for success of the pink twinkly kind even in our wet cold climate. I look forward to making her quilt that she, too, is already inquiring about. Hmm, that might take me into 2011?
Anyway, when I went to do my nightly check I found Babydoll fast asleep under her unfinished blanket. She must have pilfered it from beneath my growing mound of sewing projects. My heart slowed in beat. Earlier we had had the usual conversation that ensues when I’m steadfast on finishing a quilt, this time the baby blue cars quilt.
“Mommy, when will my quilt be finished?”
“Soon, Babydoll, soon. I’ll try to finish it next.”
Can you guess what I’m going to do this weekend?
Friday, 26 October 2007
Once a Baby, Always a Baby
Every few days or so I like to stop my husband’s heart—for just a sec, you know, to see if he is listening. And all it takes are select few words, usually spewed out casually in a dinnertime conversation.
"Honey, do you think we should have another baby?”
Poor guy. At first a half smile appears.
“You’re joking, right?”
He thinks this must be it, this is the time I’ve got him by his jingle bells…thinking, oh god, could she actually be serious?
“No, I’m not joking. How ‘bout we have another baby?”
“Honnneeey, really???” The smile disappears.
In an effort to get blood back to his head, I dart a cheeky grin in his direction.
“I’m just kidding honey!” He begins to breath again, slowly. “Really?”
I say, “ Yeah. I’m too old to have a baby!”
Now, ladies, I know this is not true. Some of the best ladies of the fab fortys, Antique Mommy, It Could’ve Been Worse and Rhonda, are quick to prove otherwise. In fact, I think I’m well, bodily and otherwise, able to produce another one of life’s joys, it is just that I’m too selfish.
And doesn’t it always sounds better when a decision appears out of your control like with age versus a simple preference for sleep and the ability to get up and go at a moment’s notice without nappies, bottles, whining, and car seats? You know, minus the whole dependency gig that comes with infants.
However, if such exaggeration provides DH with a little assurance that I’m serious, all is good. Even if it is a pile of malarkey.
The morning after my usual trickery at the dinner table, Cutiepie woke up in a crankier mood than usual. She whined and sobbed and clung to me.
Assuming she just had wake-up blues, I pulled her closer for a snuggle. “Come here, my little baby!”
Louder cries erupted. I hugged her closer to baby her and soothe her misery. “What’s wrong baby? Mommy’s has her little baby…What’s wrong?”
More sobs and inaudible words told me she had something to say. I settled her by asking her what she wanted to say and what was bothering her.
“But I’m NOT your baby!” she wailed.
“Course you are. You ARE my baby!”
Cutiepie looked me straight in the eye and said, “But mommy, you’re too old to have a baby!”
Ouch.
It’s time I work on a new tactic to get DH’s attention.
"Honey, do you think we should have another baby?”
Poor guy. At first a half smile appears.
“You’re joking, right?”
He thinks this must be it, this is the time I’ve got him by his jingle bells…thinking, oh god, could she actually be serious?
“No, I’m not joking. How ‘bout we have another baby?”
“Honnneeey, really???” The smile disappears.
In an effort to get blood back to his head, I dart a cheeky grin in his direction.
“I’m just kidding honey!” He begins to breath again, slowly. “Really?”
I say, “ Yeah. I’m too old to have a baby!”
Now, ladies, I know this is not true. Some of the best ladies of the fab fortys, Antique Mommy, It Could’ve Been Worse and Rhonda, are quick to prove otherwise. In fact, I think I’m well, bodily and otherwise, able to produce another one of life’s joys, it is just that I’m too selfish.
And doesn’t it always sounds better when a decision appears out of your control like with age versus a simple preference for sleep and the ability to get up and go at a moment’s notice without nappies, bottles, whining, and car seats? You know, minus the whole dependency gig that comes with infants.
However, if such exaggeration provides DH with a little assurance that I’m serious, all is good. Even if it is a pile of malarkey.
The morning after my usual trickery at the dinner table, Cutiepie woke up in a crankier mood than usual. She whined and sobbed and clung to me.
Assuming she just had wake-up blues, I pulled her closer for a snuggle. “Come here, my little baby!”
Louder cries erupted. I hugged her closer to baby her and soothe her misery. “What’s wrong baby? Mommy’s has her little baby…What’s wrong?”
More sobs and inaudible words told me she had something to say. I settled her by asking her what she wanted to say and what was bothering her.
“But I’m NOT your baby!” she wailed.
“Course you are. You ARE my baby!”
Cutiepie looked me straight in the eye and said, “But mommy, you’re too old to have a baby!”
Ouch.
It’s time I work on a new tactic to get DH’s attention.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Goodbye and Good Riddance
At my company, my team is made up of contractors/vendors/non employees-call us what you will, our team is the red-headed step child. No offence to red-headed stepchildren, as I know first hand. I have a red headed brother who was a stepchild, and yes, sometimes they are treated differently, and, often unfairly.
So we stick together. The Team and I.
Anyhoo, as I’m one of three team leaders in the group, when Linda’s quitting day arrived, I rallied the team to sign a nice goodbye card. Linda and her boyfriend were trading in 9-5 jobs for a travelling schedule that was due to begin in London the next week.
We had arranged a lunch out in her honor. It was a nice gesture.
By mid day, the card I had circulated earlier that morning in a plain folder had found its way back round to my desk, only this time in a large envelope. When I opened the envelope out fell 11 Euro (about 15 bucks). Something told me this wasn’t compensation to me for organizing the card.
Back in June the larger department said goodbye to a senior manager who was leaving after working with us for six months. Then, too, someone, somewhere, decided to take up a collection for his leaving card.
I have so many fundamental problems with this, I don’t know where to start.
1. This man probably earned 2x to 3x more than the average well wisher of the card. He was given what we call “garden retirement”. He was leaving to work for a competitor, and as such, he was immediately relieved of his duties and paid out a lavish severance amount, in jest coined ‘garden retirement’.
2. This man decided to leave the company of his own accord, and thus the decision being his to walk away from a paying job.
3. This money collection was just this. A. Money. Collection. No one was going to take it a step farther and buy him a gold watch or mantle clock. It was cold cash that was to be given with the bon voyage card. Except that the sum collected was mere 6 Euro($4.20).
Are you beginning to see my point?
Am I just a stingy penny-pincher, or is it ridiculous to throw cold cash at someone who has the wherewithal, the courage, and/or the luxury to walk away from a paying job? Not to mention the measly amount scavenged…how do you gift too little money to someone?
So when Linda’s coin-jangling card fell upon me, I discreetly sent an email to the gang sans Linda, and asked that the person who kindly started the contributions, to please be welcome in presenting Linda with the money, since I was unsure of the intent.
In the end, a few additionally embarrassed people tossed in some cash and she was presented with 50Euro. Yeesh! You would've thought it was a collection for the needy...these folks would go poor walking along the homeless in San Francisco the way they are easily shamed into handing over money!
Oh, have I told you? I’ve given my 30–day notice to resign! Yep.
Now that little group of red-haired kiddies have 28 days to rattle their piggybanks before my goodbye card begins its circulation!
So we stick together. The Team and I.
Anyhoo, as I’m one of three team leaders in the group, when Linda’s quitting day arrived, I rallied the team to sign a nice goodbye card. Linda and her boyfriend were trading in 9-5 jobs for a travelling schedule that was due to begin in London the next week.
We had arranged a lunch out in her honor. It was a nice gesture.
By mid day, the card I had circulated earlier that morning in a plain folder had found its way back round to my desk, only this time in a large envelope. When I opened the envelope out fell 11 Euro (about 15 bucks). Something told me this wasn’t compensation to me for organizing the card.
Back in June the larger department said goodbye to a senior manager who was leaving after working with us for six months. Then, too, someone, somewhere, decided to take up a collection for his leaving card.
I have so many fundamental problems with this, I don’t know where to start.
1. This man probably earned 2x to 3x more than the average well wisher of the card. He was given what we call “garden retirement”. He was leaving to work for a competitor, and as such, he was immediately relieved of his duties and paid out a lavish severance amount, in jest coined ‘garden retirement’.
2. This man decided to leave the company of his own accord, and thus the decision being his to walk away from a paying job.
3. This money collection was just this. A. Money. Collection. No one was going to take it a step farther and buy him a gold watch or mantle clock. It was cold cash that was to be given with the bon voyage card. Except that the sum collected was mere 6 Euro($4.20).
Are you beginning to see my point?
Am I just a stingy penny-pincher, or is it ridiculous to throw cold cash at someone who has the wherewithal, the courage, and/or the luxury to walk away from a paying job? Not to mention the measly amount scavenged…how do you gift too little money to someone?
So when Linda’s coin-jangling card fell upon me, I discreetly sent an email to the gang sans Linda, and asked that the person who kindly started the contributions, to please be welcome in presenting Linda with the money, since I was unsure of the intent.
In the end, a few additionally embarrassed people tossed in some cash and she was presented with 50Euro. Yeesh! You would've thought it was a collection for the needy...these folks would go poor walking along the homeless in San Francisco the way they are easily shamed into handing over money!
Oh, have I told you? I’ve given my 30–day notice to resign! Yep.
Now that little group of red-haired kiddies have 28 days to rattle their piggybanks before my goodbye card begins its circulation!
Monday, 22 October 2007
Welcome to the Launch Party
No, you did not miss the party. Let’s put it this way, if you, indeed, were to arrive at my house when I said the party would start, this is what you would’ve seen: Me in rollers and my bathrobe with Cutiepie whining and clutching my thigh and a shrieking, “Mom! Wipe my bum!!!” coming from Babydoll in the bathroom. Oh, and a hungry husband. Let’s just say my house was a bit haywire this weekend and the blog party, well it never launched…til now! I’m learning, internets, I’m learning.
*Cue balloons and streamers*
The Party
Welcome to VerrySherry! Marking my 50th post, let's celebrate! Graphics have been previewed, but today we formally unveil this launch party. So sit back, put your feet up and grab your drink, your mouse, whatever you fancy…just keep it clean!
Mingle Time
As with all my parties, it's necessary for the who's who of who: introductions. This party mixes still life with cyber life. Am I the only one who imagines what would happen if one friend met another, one internet met real life? Don’t some internets strike a similar familiarity to someone you know in real life?
Scroll the internet highway to VerrySherry and click at the door. Inside is, at random, 50 of my guests:
My friend from long ago Maureen would mix with BigMama cause both are girls’ mother and wholesome and heartfelt, yet funny and very silly when warranted. Cami would find herself there as she is, like BigMama, another fashion guru with the love for Seven jeans.
Deanna ‘Banana’ would undoubtly rock the house with Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Watch them dancing on the bar at the stroke-of-6-martinis-to-midnight. Miriam and Carlina would laugh and cheer them on, for sure!
It Could'a Been Worse, Antique Mommy and Rhonda are so similar in my eyes, surely they would be huddled in serial discussions and intermittant giggles on the throes of motherhood. Jenny from Chased by Children is here too—after all, I did steal her contest idea!
The ultimate cyber entertainer Shannon over at Rocks in My Dryer would definitely hold center court for moms and gals ‘in the know’. I would reckon this would be the loudest laughing crowd with the fun likes of Chillihead Joan, Kim, Carrie, Nicole, Francesca and Andrea. Especially when you add the great Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.
Likely to find Colleen paired with Blogs are Stupid for namesake only. Yet, Dana would most likely be enthralled by BlogsAreStupid for her refreshing candor and straight talking.
Laura ‘Twirly Godmother’ and Sue would rally as the English ex pats. And Kate would mix as a London transplant, but she’s surely to capture their interest with her artistic and creative flair.
My sister Angela is certain to enjoy Jules and would have loved the blogging at Everyday Design, committed and solid in family and faith.
Pink Chalk Studio and Pink and Barbara—how could I not introduce the two? Barbara who likes all things pink and Kathy whose crafts redefine crafts as we know them! Soon Kate would soon ‘inch’ over to chat with Kathy.
In another corner there is Erin and Cathi. For some reason, these two just go together in my head. They’re devoted moms who are so creative and fun.
When I read the tales of hip Cheeky Lotus, I always envision my sister Karri. They are very similar and her stories of raising her five year old daughter take me back to when Karri’s daughter was five.
Hovering over the appetizers and yummy foods’ tables would be Pioneer Woman Cooks and Tanya and Eimear, gourmet gals in more ways than one! The usual suspects of hungry men would be luring nearby waiting for a mouthful include DH, Steve, Rob, Seaneen and Mattias.
Bonnie is the quilting goddess and those who quilt will follow. I would expect conversations among my new friend Rebecca, fellow Ozzies Tazzie and Aubirdwoman, and others like Alica and Wooden porch. Those newly infested with the quilting bug would be sure to be present: Pauline from Ireland and my niece Bethany.
And all the way from Sonoma would be Ms. Jan Quilts sharing the life of wine and luxury with Ginny who knows Napa Valley so well.
And finally, before catching up with old friends like Christy and AnneMarie, I might find myself mesmerized by Megan at Fried Okra…does she talk as Southern as she writes?
Now that everyone has met, here’s 50 somethings about me. (See a theme? Parties always need a theme!)
Fifty Things
1. In ten years, I will be 50 years old. Yikes!
2. Ten years ago, I returned to college full time.
3. I bartended at the Blarney Stone Pub in San Francisco, selling buckets of drink.
4. I swore I would never date an Irishman.
5. I married an Irishman. Go figure.
6. I have two daughters, born eighteen months apart in 2003 and 2004.
7. My home and family are in Ireland; my heart is in San Francisco.
8. I lived in San Francisco for 15 years.
9. I love to golf.
10. I love to quilt.
11. My greatest fear with pregnancy, beyond the usual worries, was weight gain.
12. My lightest weight was after each pregnancy.
13. I hold a bachelors’ degree in technical writing.
14. My favorite vacation was my honeymoon.
15. Walking is my exercise of choice.
16. I’m a member of the Redwood Market Home Produce Association.
17. I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii.
18. I grew up in Eureka, California.
19. I was engaged at 21 and married at 34.
20. I should clarify: to two different men.
21. During college I held many jobs at once to make tuition.
22. I bartended and waited tables.
23. I did freelance writing.
24. I worked as a temp in offices.
25. I once bartended (clothed) in a strip club…for one day before quitting.
26. My favorite bartending job was at 365 Bimbo’s Music Hall in San Francisco.
27. I loved waiting tables. Teaches you customer service!
28. I love to cook.
29. I have two sisters and two brothers.
30. I have an 11 year old step daughter.
31. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.
32. I wanted a son to see my DH’s genes reincarnated.
33. My daughter Babydoll is exactly like DH.
34. I no longer want a son.
35. My daughter Cutiepie is exactly like stepdaughter GirlE.
36. I would rather be in a cold climate than a hot climate.
37. My girlfriends are the world to me.
38. I didn’t believe in TV until along came digital cable and TIVO.
39. I love Karen Carpenter Songs. Yes. I . do.
40. I never drank tea before living in Ireland.
41. I hate giftbags; always prefer a box and pretty bow.
42. My weight is easier to manage at an older age.
43. Maybe, I’m easier to please at an older age.
44. I worry for my daughters’ happiness.
45. I hope to instil peace in them always.
46. I want my daughters to travel.
47. I will miss them painfully.
48. I’m an early riser.
49. I am an early-to-bed gal.
50. I love my sleep.
Party Game!
Finally, what’s a party, without a favour? So in light of Halloween, give me your trick and I’ll give you a treat.
Nicked from Jenny at Chased by Children, here is the contest to be entered by comment. No curse words or naughty comments or you will be disqualified; remember this is a family friendly blog.
The entries will be judged on creativity, knowledge of VerrySherry and cleverness of slogan.
To win, give us a snappy one-liner that finishes this sentence:
If VerrySherry wore a slogan t-shirt it would say...
The winner will receive family-fun entertainment: a Trival Pursuit Chocolate Edition game.
Just when you think you finished with trivia facts. Will ship globally!
The entries/comments are open for one week. Contest ends October 29th .
Goodbye, Come Again!
Thanks everyone. Glad you came to this launch party. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Hope you've met friends; when there's no one up at 2am and you need a pal, they're one click away!
*Cue Sinatra' New York, New York*
*Cue balloons and streamers*
The Party
Welcome to VerrySherry! Marking my 50th post, let's celebrate! Graphics have been previewed, but today we formally unveil this launch party. So sit back, put your feet up and grab your drink, your mouse, whatever you fancy…just keep it clean!
Mingle Time
As with all my parties, it's necessary for the who's who of who: introductions. This party mixes still life with cyber life. Am I the only one who imagines what would happen if one friend met another, one internet met real life? Don’t some internets strike a similar familiarity to someone you know in real life?
Scroll the internet highway to VerrySherry and click at the door. Inside is, at random, 50 of my guests:
My friend from long ago Maureen would mix with BigMama cause both are girls’ mother and wholesome and heartfelt, yet funny and very silly when warranted. Cami would find herself there as she is, like BigMama, another fashion guru with the love for Seven jeans.
Deanna ‘Banana’ would undoubtly rock the house with Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Watch them dancing on the bar at the stroke-of-6-martinis-to-midnight. Miriam and Carlina would laugh and cheer them on, for sure!
It Could'a Been Worse, Antique Mommy and Rhonda are so similar in my eyes, surely they would be huddled in serial discussions and intermittant giggles on the throes of motherhood. Jenny from Chased by Children is here too—after all, I did steal her contest idea!
The ultimate cyber entertainer Shannon over at Rocks in My Dryer would definitely hold center court for moms and gals ‘in the know’. I would reckon this would be the loudest laughing crowd with the fun likes of Chillihead Joan, Kim, Carrie, Nicole, Francesca and Andrea. Especially when you add the great Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.
Likely to find Colleen paired with Blogs are Stupid for namesake only. Yet, Dana would most likely be enthralled by BlogsAreStupid for her refreshing candor and straight talking.
Laura ‘Twirly Godmother’ and Sue would rally as the English ex pats. And Kate would mix as a London transplant, but she’s surely to capture their interest with her artistic and creative flair.
My sister Angela is certain to enjoy Jules and would have loved the blogging at Everyday Design, committed and solid in family and faith.
Pink Chalk Studio and Pink and Barbara—how could I not introduce the two? Barbara who likes all things pink and Kathy whose crafts redefine crafts as we know them! Soon Kate would soon ‘inch’ over to chat with Kathy.
In another corner there is Erin and Cathi. For some reason, these two just go together in my head. They’re devoted moms who are so creative and fun.
When I read the tales of hip Cheeky Lotus, I always envision my sister Karri. They are very similar and her stories of raising her five year old daughter take me back to when Karri’s daughter was five.
Hovering over the appetizers and yummy foods’ tables would be Pioneer Woman Cooks and Tanya and Eimear, gourmet gals in more ways than one! The usual suspects of hungry men would be luring nearby waiting for a mouthful include DH, Steve, Rob, Seaneen and Mattias.
Bonnie is the quilting goddess and those who quilt will follow. I would expect conversations among my new friend Rebecca, fellow Ozzies Tazzie and Aubirdwoman, and others like Alica and Wooden porch. Those newly infested with the quilting bug would be sure to be present: Pauline from Ireland and my niece Bethany.
And all the way from Sonoma would be Ms. Jan Quilts sharing the life of wine and luxury with Ginny who knows Napa Valley so well.
And finally, before catching up with old friends like Christy and AnneMarie, I might find myself mesmerized by Megan at Fried Okra…does she talk as Southern as she writes?
Now that everyone has met, here’s 50 somethings about me. (See a theme? Parties always need a theme!)
Fifty Things
1. In ten years, I will be 50 years old. Yikes!
2. Ten years ago, I returned to college full time.
3. I bartended at the Blarney Stone Pub in San Francisco, selling buckets of drink.
4. I swore I would never date an Irishman.
5. I married an Irishman. Go figure.
6. I have two daughters, born eighteen months apart in 2003 and 2004.
7. My home and family are in Ireland; my heart is in San Francisco.
8. I lived in San Francisco for 15 years.
9. I love to golf.
10. I love to quilt.
11. My greatest fear with pregnancy, beyond the usual worries, was weight gain.
12. My lightest weight was after each pregnancy.
13. I hold a bachelors’ degree in technical writing.
14. My favorite vacation was my honeymoon.
15. Walking is my exercise of choice.
16. I’m a member of the Redwood Market Home Produce Association.
17. I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii.
18. I grew up in Eureka, California.
19. I was engaged at 21 and married at 34.
20. I should clarify: to two different men.
21. During college I held many jobs at once to make tuition.
22. I bartended and waited tables.
23. I did freelance writing.
24. I worked as a temp in offices.
25. I once bartended (clothed) in a strip club…for one day before quitting.
26. My favorite bartending job was at 365 Bimbo’s Music Hall in San Francisco.
27. I loved waiting tables. Teaches you customer service!
28. I love to cook.
29. I have two sisters and two brothers.
30. I have an 11 year old step daughter.
31. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.
32. I wanted a son to see my DH’s genes reincarnated.
33. My daughter Babydoll is exactly like DH.
34. I no longer want a son.
35. My daughter Cutiepie is exactly like stepdaughter GirlE.
36. I would rather be in a cold climate than a hot climate.
37. My girlfriends are the world to me.
38. I didn’t believe in TV until along came digital cable and TIVO.
39. I love Karen Carpenter Songs. Yes. I . do.
40. I never drank tea before living in Ireland.
41. I hate giftbags; always prefer a box and pretty bow.
42. My weight is easier to manage at an older age.
43. Maybe, I’m easier to please at an older age.
44. I worry for my daughters’ happiness.
45. I hope to instil peace in them always.
46. I want my daughters to travel.
47. I will miss them painfully.
48. I’m an early riser.
49. I am an early-to-bed gal.
50. I love my sleep.
Party Game!
Finally, what’s a party, without a favour? So in light of Halloween, give me your trick and I’ll give you a treat.
Nicked from Jenny at Chased by Children, here is the contest to be entered by comment. No curse words or naughty comments or you will be disqualified; remember this is a family friendly blog.
The entries will be judged on creativity, knowledge of VerrySherry and cleverness of slogan.
To win, give us a snappy one-liner that finishes this sentence:
If VerrySherry wore a slogan t-shirt it would say...
The winner will receive family-fun entertainment: a Trival Pursuit Chocolate Edition game.
Just when you think you finished with trivia facts. Will ship globally!
The entries/comments are open for one week. Contest ends October 29th .
Goodbye, Come Again!
Thanks everyone. Glad you came to this launch party. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Hope you've met friends; when there's no one up at 2am and you need a pal, they're one click away!
*Cue Sinatra' New York, New York*
Friday, 19 October 2007
See? I Have Been Crafty!!
One day my phone rang and a lady asked me if I made quilts. I said yep! She said she saw one of my quilts and the owner explained how I made the quilt from her daughter's outgrown clothes...
Yep, that's my gig. I try to buy only seasonal fabric. Even with Christmas I can get away with general red and green fabrics. Call it my way of giving back to this beautiful green world. I encourage people to recycle clothes and materials into a loving heirloom quilt...and pay me to do it!
That, and add the fact that Ireland has so few fabric stores and the fabrics that are found, cost an arm and a leg.
Sally said she had been saving all her son's clothes. And would I please make her a quilt? Of course. Assuming she had armloads of nice cotton shirts just waiting for my rotary cutter, and wondering whether it would be a child-size quilt or larger, I asked her, how old is your son?
She said excitedly, "Jack, he is two months old."
Oh.
I'll take a moment here to explain to the non-quilters out there the problem this presents. Firstly Jack may very well be unlike most others, but most newborns' clothes are of the stretchy, soft, expanding fabric best suit for squirming, growing, newly made babes. Not the kind suited for patchwork. Patchwork requires cloth that is stable and holds a set shape and can be pieced without pulling or bunching.
It was clear I had my work cut out for me. Literally.
Luckily Samatha was a smart girl. She quickly caught onto this quilty quandry and we agreed on a solution. From each, I cut the cute soft patch of fabric, mostly animals, lettering, toys that adorned the outfits, appliqued them to cotton squares, and made them the center of my nine patch star.
This was the result. I liked it and she loved it.
Question is, does Jack likes it?
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