Functionaries?

"You're out of PROCESS HERE!" my manager used to holler back on my corporate days.I keep starting new tops before getting on with the tough stuff - the sandwiches, the quilting, the sleeves. You know, the Moan & Groan part of quiltmaking. This will be fourth in a series of pieces originally intended as bed-ware but complete with sleeves so they can double duty as art and entertainment. I really thought I had plenty of browns - every hand-dyer must have a pile of MUD - but I am running out! Jan says to come over and pick through her stash and I must hold off making any more of these elements before I add new colors into the mix. Of course, you know that if I don't get over there right away, I will be off and running making the Big Blue One, because I have more blues than anything else.

Progress & A Big Birthday

Tada - a sandwich waiting to be quilted. It's finished out to be 42"x58". Not as big as the other two but I was getting besotted with yellow and had to restrain myself from wandering into orange country. Enough for now - we are going out to dinner to celebrate Jake's 21st birthday. My youngest chick.

Sunny Jim

Right now I am in love with designing these little elements one at a time. This must be the same jazz that drives the folks who make the journal quilts. I'm just making sure that there is something magical in each one of them before moving on to the next one. Some of the more vivid yellows here came from the old damask I just bought on Ebay and the first summer crop of hand dyes that Jan and I worked on yesterday here at the marvelous Outdoor Lawrenceville Frankenstein Dyeworx. I have finally found a way to kill a particularly nasty patch of weeds growing in the back yard - dump the salty water on them. There's a full basket upstairs waiting to be ironed but the pool is blue, it's pushing 90 degrees outside and the Braves are about to take on the Dodgers here at Turner Field after sweeping Chicago. I think the fiber will have to wait a bit.

Green Monster

In pieces on the design wall but it's well underway. This will finish out to be about 50"x65". I've decided that I'm going to have to break down and buy decent fabric for the backsides of this one and Picnic in Hell since these are going as real QUILTS. Keep-warm-in-the-backseat, cuddle-on-the couch, picnic-in-the-park QUILTS that will come with sleeves just in case they look good on the wall too. {{{{Delicious shudder}}}}

Gardens

Every spring I grow jealous over postings of beautiful gardens from all over the world. Although I'd like to blame it on the miserable clay here in Georgia, I'm sure other southern gardeners would have me flogged so I'll admit that my lack of garden is due to my unwillingness to break a sweat over the whole process. Where I grew up in the Hudson Valley region of New York we had real top soil, the kind people pay actual money for down here. I just threw down the seeds or popped a plant into the ground and it flourished. Here, if you don't pour a fortune in cash & sweat into the dirt, you are not likely to reap much. After ten years I have finally figured out which perennials will get by on little more than dog piss and a brush with the lawn mower. I never water and only pull weeds when they get taller than the flowers. That's a coreopsis trying to escape into the street - I'm sure the mailman will run it over soon. A Confederate jasmine and a few different varieties of ivy that we rescued from a dumpster loaf around the pole that they refuse to climb. I have no idea where the poppies came from and the peonies on the back row were taken from a plant that my grandfather originally planted at my parents house fifty years ago. And this is Jinx doing her bunny rabbit imitation while stalking squirrels.