Boring crafty quilting life

I’ve begun working on a new quilt which is a nice way of saying I sat down and bought fabric for the quilt.

Personally, I wanted to see if the fabrics I selected would look good together so through photoshop magic I swapped out the blue and green colors in the original quilt for the teal and lavender fabrics I selected.

Not too shabby.

Then I found 108” wide fabric for the backing with a BEAUTIFUL watercolor floral pattern in blues and purples and I WAS SOLD.

The fabric is PERFECT for the backing of the quilt and requires no sewing on my part since it’s 108” wide.

It also ties in all the colors quite nicely and will make a good contrast against the pieced side of the quilt.

Honestly, I’m so excited about working on this quilt.

My least favorite part is cutting the fabric, and I can already tell that’s going to take the LONGEST time with this quilt.

For Barbara’s quilt, it took me 6 hours to cut all the fabric.

This time, I’m guessing it’ll be about 9 hours.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and find a short cut.

But you know I’m in a domestic mood when talking about “getting lucky” means the quilt I’m working on will take only 9 hours to cut.

This is my boring crafty quilting life.

Girlfriends

Girlfriends.

We’ve all got them.

A long time ago, I realized that the quality of my life was dependent on the quality of my friendships.

The better the friendships, the better my life.

Sex and the City gives us an idea of how integral a woman’s friendships are to her health and happiness.

I’m fortunate to have several really good friends and several new friends who help complete my life.

If you can measure the quality of my life by the quality of my friendships then I, my friends, am WINNING!

 

 

Renaissance Man

This weekend, I took a photography class from a friend who is an outstanding photographer.

He started in the beginning with how photographs are actually made, starting with the infamous “pinhole” camera.

I asked him to teach me about cameras because I want to learn to take better photographs.

For this blog and elsewhere.

And I admired his style and skill with a camera.

I learned all about apertures, f-stops and depth of field.

I learned about ISO and how higher ISO can capture images but also lose resolution, hence the need to play with exposure time and f-stop.

I discovered that you can play around with things like focal points to achieve dramatic results – such as a face that is in focus while the background is illuminated yet slightly out-of-focus creating a soft look.

Don’t worry.

I may not be explaining it well, but I took good notes and soon I’ll have my own camera to play around with.

Just as a side note, my friend took a look at my truck which had its “check engine” light on.

He figured out that I needed a new MAP (Manifold Air Pressure) sensor.

And he discovered that at one point mice were living in my air filter because they left behind EXCREMENT.

UGH!

That got cleaned up REAL FAST.

He also showed me the 5 week old kittens living in his shed and the rescue dog in his house named (I’ve been assured appropriately) Loki.

I’d love to take any foster pets from my friend and his wife but sadly, my living situation doesn’t allow.

Despite the fact that I CLEARLY am in need of rodent control at my house.

And for your viewing pleasure – a picture of the rodent poo in the air filter of my truck.

Eeeewwwwwww!

Kitten pictures would’ve been much nicer!

Queen

It’s my favorite time of year – the build-up from Halloween, and my birthday to Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Needless to say I do not suffer from season affective disorder, though I know a few people who do and it’s a terrible thing to have happen.

I love the holidays.

I EVEN love holiday music.

Yes, I’m one of THOSE people.

I think my love of the holidays comes from my mother.

Growing up, we’d decorate, cook, and listen to Christmas music during the holiday season.

I remember Mom would put on Christmas music and we’d bake cookies and pies until the dining room table was FILLED WITH TREATS!

This year I’m doing what I did last year and I’m QUILTING for the holidays.

My work shuts down for two weeks during the holidays and it’s the PERFECT time to start a quilting project.

This time, I’m looking at two quilt patterns:

The trick is that I really should make the Spruced Goose quilt because I have all the supplies to make it.

However, it’s a gift for a friend and the Star Gazing quilt is actually a more appropriate color scheme for her.

So I’m stuck.

Do I make the quilt that’s better for her or the one I’ve got all the supplies for?

Oh, the dilemma.

Turns out, I may just try to make both and decide what to do with them later.

Also, I have THIS quilt top which needs to be finalized and I haven’t created the backing for it yet so maybe I’ll finish THREE QUILTS this holiday season.

What can I say?

I am a quilt making QUEEN!

Birthday!

My birthday is coming up!

Last year I hosted a Bohemian Rhapsody themed birthday party at the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody, the Freddie Mercury biopic.

Two years before that, I hosted a pirate’s pub crawl in Campbell with my friends.

All very fun.

This year, I’m going to my aunt and uncle’s house in Castro Valley to celebrate a late Halloween party.

I’m dressing up as a Lizzo-inspired performer.

Quite frankly, that’s as close as I can get to that bad ass bitch.

I’m excited, however.

Getting another year older is NBD.

It’s a luxury denied to many so I remind myself as I start to feel my creaking knees and spot gray hair on my head that I should be thrilled.

Lord knows that but for the grace of God, or the unraveling of the universe, I might not be where I am today.

Celebrating my birthday with family and friends.

I plan to celebrate my birthday for as long as I can and see as many friends and family as possible.

It’s just a BONUS that there’s costumes involved.

Woot!

Big Sexy Weekend!

It’s been quite a week for me, and we’re only on Tuesday.

I’ve had to recycle some blog posts because I’ve been so busy.

The Big Sexy Weekend was a BIG HUGE SUCCESS.

First, Nadine and I stopped in Port Costa for a drink at the local pub.

It turns out I didn’t even KNOW Port Costa existed, but now I know it’s there and you can stay in a hotel which was formerly a bordello.

Incidentally, the difference between a bordello and a brothel, is that a bordello is usually a higher-class establishment.

I looked it up out of curiosity.

We went on to Sacramento and hit Big Sexy Brewing for beers.

Nadine had stout, I drank Belgian golden ale.

Both were delicious and MUCH beer was imbibed.

As a bonus, the Blue Angels were flying overhead and so we enjoyed an impromptu air show while we were there.

There was a dunk tank (I managed to miss every time), a hoop performer doing a dance with LED hoops, and a woman who danced with long silk fans.

It was amazing.

The band that played (and sorry am I that I have forgotten their name) was something else.

The lead singer had a voice like Bob Dylan – all raspy, like he gargles with glass/

The music was a combination of influences including Southern Rock, Jimi Hendrix, and more.

All in all, a good time was had by all and I didn’t even mind that at some point in the evening a truckload of firemen showed up.

BONUS!

Who doesn’t enjoy attractive men in tight blue shirts?!

Not me!

Old Lady

I have an interesting hobby for a 45 year old woman.

I quilt.

I’ve been quilting for 20 years and because of this, my Instagram feed show a lot of work in progress quilts and finished quilts.

My Instagram is linked to my Tinder account so all the men I match with can see my handiwork.

Some of my quilts turned out quite beautiful, like this one I made for Barbara over Christmas break last year and one I made for family friends who lost their son with a pattern called
Storm at Sea:

If you were to ask me what kind of art do I make, I’d tell you I’m into textile arts.

I LOVE my quilts and every single one I’ve made has been donated to friends or family, with a lot of love.

It takes time and patience and a little bit of serendipity to turn fabric by the yard into a pieced quilt.

I proud of the work I do.

So you can imagine my surprise when someone on Tinder MADE FUN of my quilting.

“Wouldn’t know you’re 45 except for the quilting,” he texted me.

I defended myself, saying that I make modern quilts, not grandma quilts.

He replied by saying, “All quilts are grandma quilts.”

So, I present to you my impression of a grandma quilt and my impression of a modern quilt and you tell me if you can’t tell the difference:

Needless to say, homeboy didn’t get too far in seducing me.

Women don’t take kindly to being aged beyond their years and just because I make quilts DOES NOT make me a grandma.

Hmph!

Glue for Idiots

So.

I have this friend from Serbia.

Not Russia. Serbia.

There’s a difference, I learned.

She and I used to go out to clubs in San Francisco to drink and dance the night away.

One such night we went to a club in the City and when we walked in it was a sea of black – everyone wearing black wool coats in the San Francisco cold and fog.

I was wearing a red wool jacket.

I stood out like a sore thumb.

The red jacket had an interesting effect on the people there.

They started to approach me and compliment my jacket.

A few of the men even attempted to start conversations with me.

My friend, who was very selective in her choice of men, disagreed with the men I spoke to.

BASICALLY I WILL SPEAK TO ANYONE WHO SPEAKS TO ME.

It’s just something I’ve learned:

Never be rude.

As the night progressed, my friend became increasingly concerned over the quality of men I drew in – to put it politely, they were not dressed well enough for her tastes.

And that’s when it happened.

She nicknamed me “Glue for Idiots.”

Now I’m not saying that this isn’t true on some levels.

I think I have a very approachable demeanor that encourages men to take their shot.

All I’m saying is that I’m not going to ignore a man because he’s wearing jeans or his watch isn’t expensive enough.

Truthfully there’s nothing much sexier than a man in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt that’s a bit on the tight side who smells like freshly cut grass and deodorant stretched to it’s limit.

If that makes me glue for idiots, so be it.

Save

Save

Plan B

I was SUPPOSED to go on a cheese tasting road trip with Stargazer this weekend.

But about four hours before our date, I got a cancellation text from him.

He had a family commitment and then went out for drinks with a friend.

I’m not gonna lie.

I was deeply disappointed.

I’d showered, shaved (pits and pubes, you know the routine), done my hair, packed a sexy nightie, drove for over an hour, and done special makeup for our date so when I got his message, I was sitting outside Nadine’s house waiting for her to arrive, I was fighting tears.

But this is not a post about disappointment.

No.

It’s a post about LOVE.

Because Nadine scooped me up, took me to Korean BBQ and cheered me up.

Even though I wasn’t the most pleasant company.

She said, “We’ll do what we do at Burning Man when Plan A falls apart. . . we’ll do PLAN B.”

And that’s EXACTLY what we did.

We went back to Nadine’s place, drank 2 bottles of champagne (actually prosecco, but who cares), ate sushi and played Cards Against Humanity.

Neither one of us wanted to win after I declared, “You’re a shit person if you win at Cards Against Humanity.”

We drank and ate and laughed and had the most wonderful time.

Nadine promised in the morning that we’d go wine tasting in Livermore together.

And that’s just what we did, right after she picked up cheese and crackers for us to enjoy.

How sweet is she?

We hit Concannon Winery, Ruby Hill Winery, and had a delightful lunch at Garré Winery.

This post is all about love, maybe not the romantic kind of love that poets write sonnets about.

Maybe it’s only the kind of love that people write blog posts about, but this weekend the love of a friend made the a whole world of difference in my life and instead of sitting around feeling sad and rejected, I had a great time with Nadine exploring the East Bay.

And even though I lack the words to fully express my gratitude to her, I hope Nadine knows that I am indebted to her for her kindness.

I think I can say with all honesty Plan B was not too shabby.

Glitter Bomb

The new guy and I went out for his birthday to a new restaurant called One Pot Shabu Shabu.

Shabu shabu literally means ‘swish swish’ in Japanese and it involves thinly sliced vegetables, meats and seafood swished in a pot of hot broth.

After taking him for Ethiopian food, I’m afraid now I’m getting a reputation among his family members as being the girl who takes him to unusual places.

This doesn’t bother me.

I’d rather be the woman who he has new experiences with than a woman he repeats old familiar patterns with.

Just don’t expect me to eat bugs.

The new guy picked me up in his Corvette.

I was wearing a brown shirt with little flecks of glitter on it.

I proceeded to MOOP ALL OVER THE INSIDE OF HIS CAR.

I’m so sheepish.

The thing is I KNOW BETTER than to wear glitter ANYTHING.

This was a shirt my mom bought me and I loved the gray-brown shade of the blouse.

But I do not like glitter.

And I’m SO EMBARRASSED that I MOOPED in that beautiful car.

According to the new guy, it took a rag and 10 seconds to ‘swish’ the glitter out of his car, but STILL. . .