Late last summer, Gnorman came to live in my garden. At first I was happy that he had chosen my garden to inhabit, hoping he would chase away the resident rodents who were being so destructive to the vegetable crops not to mention flower bulbs. Gnorman even brought his own little shovel to dig out the rodent holes and evict them. After awhile, though, strange events began to occur. We put in a “beach” area next to our pond, just because we could and because it gave a nice spot where you could walk right up to the edge of the pond to view the goldfish hiding under the waterlilies. I thought it would be a nice to touch to sprinkle some of those sparkly flat marbles among the gravel just because I’m one of those “oh, look! Something shiny!” kind of people. Here is how our little beach path looks.
As you can see, we also have quite a collection of large seashells around the sides of the pathways, not to mention quite a few stray plants growing in the middle. Ack! More weeding to do. My wonderful husband and his grandmother have always collected shells and pretty rocks, and the smaller items I display in a vintage glass cover for a ceiling light fixture which is placed just out of sight of this photo. This is where one of the strange events started occurring. I kept finding small shells scattered along the pathways of the garden in danger of being stepped on and broken. I would always place them back in their proper place, and the next day they would be running amok again. Then my husband would come into my quilting room and hand me a handful of the shiny flat marbles stating he had found them two or three hundred feet out in the pasture. I even found some near the trees in our orchard, a hundred feet from the garden area. Then this morning, I went outside to pull weeds, and found proof of who was moving things about in the dead of night.
The evidence is clearly sitting on the raised bed timber for all to see. You can see Gnorman in the background pretending he knows nothing about it, but I think we all can see, he’s been caught!
Believe it or not, I haven’t spent all my time lately playing in the garden. I have been quilting away like a madwoman as well, but spring fever has definitely set in here on California’s Central Coast. Things haven’t looked this lovely for years, thanks to the ton of rainfall that we’ve been blessed with this last season, continuing up to this past week when we got almost two tenths of an inch. I know it doesn’t sound like much to most folks, but when your rainfall average for an entire season is only 16 inches, every drop makes a difference. So far this season, we have received 21.09 inches. Two seasons ago, it was less than 3 inches for the entire season. Some of our neighbors who live in the more hilly areas have nearly 30 inches. As a result of all the rain, our wisteria and lilacs have never looked better. Here is a quick sampling of the eye candy.
Wisteria. Can’t you just smell the fragrance?
Rosa banksia (Lady Banks Rose) which blooms only once a year but is spectacular for a few weeks in the spring.
This photo was taken from the farthest Southwest corner of the garden looking towards the orchard which is the tree in the background that has yellowish green foilage. As you can see, all of our 60 something roses are about to explode into full bloom, the smoky orange on the right is my Laura Bush bush. You can also see a little peak of purple wildflowers left on the hill on the far side of the road. Sadly, the hills and wildflowers are just starting to dry up now that the weather is hitting the mid-80s during the day. One last photo of a red-tailed hawk I caught soaring in the skies above our home.
As far as quilting, I have been working on a quilt for the person who won the custom made quilt that I raffle off every December to benefit the youth group at our church. This December’s winner is a lady who belongs to my quilter’s anonymous group (quilt guild), so I feel pressured to get it perfect. She provided the pattern and most of the fabric. I added some fabric from my own collection because I just couldn’t resist going with the theme, which is fall leaves sewn into a very interesting Log Cabin quilt pattern. It required me to figure out how to make trapezoids, a totally new skill for me. In addition, the pattern made the quilt 58 inches square, and she wants it to be a 40 inch long by 70 inch wide wall hanging. This required a bit of a redesign once the center of the quilt was done, but I think I have met the challenge. I don’t want to post any photos just yet because she does read my blog on occasion. I probably will have to break down and send her a photo later today to see if she approves of what I’m planning to do for the last border, though I usually try to save the finished result as a surprise for the recipient. Oh, well, sometimes you can’t have it all. I guess I better get back to finishing up that border.
Last night, while cooking dinner, inspiration struck out of the blue. The name that is being bestowed on my lovely new pink iron is……drumroll……PRIMROSE! I think it’s perfect. Thank you everyone who made suggestions. They were all good ones and I truly appreciate you taking the time to comment.
Okay, maybe I should stick to quilting instead of poetifying. For those of you who are not familiar with the Oliso irons, they are meant to be left horizontal on the ironing surface when not actually in use, pushing themselves up with little feet when you let go of the handle, and the feet folding up flush to the bottom when you pick up the iron to press. I have really become spoiled in the 5 or 6 years that I have had Buttercup. I love not having to worry about whether I remembered to put the iron up on its heel, the cord is extra long, and the iron doesn’t turn itself off until it hasn’t been used for 30 minutes, which is a far cry from the usual 10 minutes and is ideal for a quilter. I don’t tend to iron at all once, but intermittently throughout the quilting day. So the only debate about whether or not to replace Buttercup was because these irons are very expensive. I tried using my previous iron, which still works just fine, for about a week, and indeed I left it down in the horizontal position a couple of times. Keep in mind, I just put a brand new cover on my oversized ironing station, which is a major undertaking because both the old and the new have adhesive to hold them in place, and can be ordered to fit large ironing stations. My husband built this one for me, and as you can see, it doesn’t have a point like most ironing boards do.After the second incident, which was the worst, I immediately went on the Internet and ordered a new Oliso, trying to ignore the expense. What is pressing bliss worth anyway? Besides I use my iron heavily because I spend hours quilting nearly every day. I was amazed to see that they had available a limited edition pink iron, so decided why not. I was thrilled when the new iron came an entire week before it was due to arrive and I had it plugged in and was putting it through its paces immediately.
Now the only challenge is to name her. Just so you know my best quilting friend got me started naming my tools and came up with the name Buttercup. So my longarm machine is Rosie, my Baby Lock Jane is Plain Jane and my fancy Janome is Lady J. My friend who came up with Buttercup’s name happened to be over to quilt on Thursday afternoon when the new one came, and we debated about a name, coming up with Petal, Raspberry, Shortcake, Lily, Barbie, and then getting really silly, Pepto Bismol. So if anyone has any brilliant ideas, I am eager to hear your suggestions. Rose or Rosie is out because I’ve already named my longarm that for very convoluted reasons.
This is a photo of the quilt that I posted photos of my fabric choices and a story about a few weeks ago called “Heading West Once Again.” This is another quilt that I’m donating to a fundraiser for our local museum. The blocks on the top and bottom of the quilt are all embroidered blocks that I did on my Janome embroidery machine and depict icons that fit into the history as well as the present here in our rural community. Yes, we have a large herd of elk (the bottom block, second from the left) that can be seen hanging around frequently. The title of this post is also the title of the quilt in a nod to the river that runs through our community.
I really had a great time searching out appropriate embroidery patterns to use, selecting the right colors and stitching them out. We have a covey of quail that has made our property their home and they conveniently showed up outside my quilting room window so that I could study their coloration when I was selecting thread colors. It’s really funny, but the fabric I used for the embroidered blocks’ background actually says it’s “Beach Grass”, but it gives the flavor of gently rolling hills with scrubby brush which is typical of the valley we live in that runs along the river.
The fundraising dance will be held this coming Saturday, and I hope that this quilt raises a lot of money. Right now the museum only has one metal building, but the hope is to have a small “town” of various buildings complete with Western facades to recreate the original town.
In January I made a western themed quilt to auction off at a fundraiser for our rural museum that the community here has been working on for many years. See my last post, “Playing with Potholders” to view that quilt. The quilt was so popular that there was quite the bidding war, so the powers that be asked if I could make another one to auction off at their next fundraiser on March 11th. This time the fundraiser will be dinner and a dance and they are calling the event “Boot Scootin’ Boogie”. The request was to include a covered wagon in the design, so I set out to search for covered wagon fabric. It was nearly impossible to find. I was only able to find one piece of antique fabric, and it just wasn’t what I wanted. So I decided I would try an embroidered design as the centerpiece since I have an embroidery machine and digitizing software on my computer. Everything I tried came out too small. I guess I could have done applique, but I am too lazy to take that on. So I searched and searched, and I finally found the panel in the photo above at Ebay. I just love the old west look of the panel and the composition is simply charming. It came complete with the printed “border” of triangle squares and the wood look border. I don’t know the manufacturer since the selvedge only has the title “Point of View” on it.
I plan on adding some sort of additional pieced border at the top and bottom and then adding blocks that I will embroider with a covered wagon, a stagecoach, a ranch scene, a town scene that I purchased and perhaps some cattle and/or horses, then some additional borders.. I haven’t decided exactly what will look right yet, but I need to get a move on since March 11 is right around the corner.
This next photo is the fabric choices that I have to use in the rest of the quilt. You can see the covered wagon embroidery that I experimented with lying on top of the fabric I intended to use as the backdrop for the embroidery. I thought it had a nice prairie look to it. I might also design some additional detail to go into the embroidery design like mountains or something. Anyway, I was really excited to find the wagon wheel fabric right in front on our trip to town yesterday.
Time to get my creative juices flowing and get this quilt done.
Well, we have had quite the adventure over the weekend. Kind of a long story, but here it is. We live in a very rural area on what some people might call a “Gentleman’s Ranch”. In other words, we have 17 acres to give us a buffer between the neighbors, who we love for the most part, but don’t want to live in their pocket and to know every time they have a marital spat. We also enjoy the country lifestyle, but that comes with its own set of challenges. For instance, our only choice for things like Internet service or television is to choose a satellite-based company. A couple of months ago, my wonderful husband was accosted by a TV satellite provider while we were shopping at Costco (another challenge…the nearest Costco being a 60-mile one way trip). He succumbed to their sales pitch, and shortly thereafter we had changed over from our previous provider, who we were really pretty happy with, but we had older equipment that didn’t have the latest bells and whistles. Just a week or so before the final NFL playoff games that occurred on, Sunday, we lost the channel that the playoffs were going to be shown on due to negotiation issues with our provider and the channel. This really upset dear hubby because he is a big football fan. So we shopped around among our local friends to see who had our old TV provider, and turns out our pastor did. So we invited ourselves over for football Sunday afternoon and evening. Since I am not interested at all in football, the pastor’s wife invited me to bring my sewing machine. She and her daughters have learned to quilt in the last few years, so we were going to quilt while the guys watched football. Of course we never actually did, because we didn’t want to clear the vast array of yummy snacks off the dining room/quilting table. Hey, some things DO take priority over quilting occasionally. Now the pastor and his family live at the back of beyond that makes our rural area look like a big city by comparison. One has to drive several miles up a couple of dirt “roads”, which were a bit rough, to say the least, since our normally dry area has had nearly 8 inches of rain in January, and they have had over 13 inches being up in the hills, and of course the heaviest rain day this last week happened on Sunday. Our average annual rainfall is in the 16 inch area, but we have had much less in the last few years because of the much-talked about California drought that has occurred. Since they are so far back, there is absolutely no cell phone service at their house, so we just turn our phones off to save the batteries.
Now another little detail you need to know is we raise a couple of steers every few years to provide our own organically grown, grass fed beef as well as brush control for our pasture since we live in danger of wildfires. We buy our young steers from a nearby friend named Lester who is a memer of one of the founding families of this area and grew up on and now runs the family’s cattle ranch. In fact, since he lives less than a mile away, we consider him one of our next door neighbors since that’s the way we measure these things out in the country. We’ve had these steers for less than a year, and it takes 18 months to two years to bring them up to “harvest” weight ( okay, I grew up as a city girl and can’t bring myself to talk about what really happens. I call it going to the big freezer in the sky). We always name our steers Yummy and Delicious. We are on Yummy and Delicious No. 4 at the present time. The photo below is one of our previous Yummys and is taken looking to the East towards our neighbor’s fall-painted vineyard.
We enjoyed our visit with the pastor and his family, even though evidently the wrong teams won, and headed home in the pouring rain around 7 P.M. When we got back to the valley we live in, I turned my cell phone back on and found I had two voice mails. Both of them were from a friend and neighbor that lives on the road behind us and down a mile or so. Directly behind us is an abandoned 20 acre parcel that divides our property from that road and runs all along the south side of our pasture. The first message was that she was driving East and had seen that what she thought was our pasture fence was down in the corner and our steers were standing just inside. The second message was that she was headed back home and that the steers were now on the road. Both messages were left between 4:30 and 5, so by the time we got it, it had been nearly 3 hours. It was really kind of terrifying because the road to the north of our property is a very busy highway that is separated from our property by a 7 acre empty parcel and we were very concerned that our cattle would get out on that road and someone could get killed if they ran into a 900 pound black cow on a dark, rainy night. So I immediately called in prayer support, and called over to Lester’s house to see if they would help us look for the cattle. Lester was already sound asleep, but his wife said she would go out and look around to see if she could find anything near their property, but didn’t sound encouraging, saying that they had probably bedded down somewhere for the night and it would be impossible to see them in the dark. But she said that we would probably find them nearby in the morning because they don’t tend to wander too far from their home territory. In the meantime I was in contact with the neighbor that had seen them to get more details, and she and her husband then joined us in the search. They showed us where the fence was down, which was really the fence for the property behind ours, and my husband had checked our fence and only found an area where the wire was loose, but not really down. And then we found more hoof prints across the road in the mud and then lost all track of prints or clues to where they might have gone, driving up and down and checking every property that had an open gate and a driveway that wasn’t paved. Keep in mind that it is still raining and my husband is just recovering from pneumonia. After about an hour and a half, we had to give up for the night.
After a nearly sleepless night imagining all the awful things that could happen, we were up before dawn, and hit the road again. I called the pastor and woke him up at 6 AM since he’d offered to come help. (He is still taking my calls after that, by the way, modeling forgiveness.) Lester and his wife were also out in their truck looking, and when I ran into them they said they thought they had spotted the runaways up a dirt road that leads to our immediate neighbor to the west. They were going to the main busy road to see if they could see better from that angle. I was in my passenger car and didn’t want to get stuck in the mud, so I called hubby with his 4-wheel drive truck to come drive up the muddy dirt road and check it out, and sure enough, they were in our neighbor’s pasture. There is a vacant 20 acre parcel between us and that neighbor plus some large trees, so we can’t see his pasture from our property. We didn’t actually know the neighbors over that way, so there was no one we could call on the phone to check with. Well, we know them now. The relief and thankfulness to God we felt was indescribable.
Lester went to get one of his cattle trailers, but said he had no idea how we were going to herd them into it. But we had a surprise for Lester. We have always spoiled our “boys” by offering them stale bread and excess, not quite human consumption worthy produce from our garden. And we have trained them to come get these goodies by calling, “Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger.” Even if they are at the far side of the pasture, they will come running to see who can get there first. They will even let us scratch their foreheads a little (but they won’t let us give them belly rubs like we used to do to our dogs). Lester absolutely scoffed at the notion, but hubby came prepared with a bucket of stale bread. He went into the pasture with it, and started offering it to the boys, calling like we always do, trying to coax them into the lane leading to the trailer. We had four people besides my husband standing by and our truck blocking one end of the lane with the trailer parked and ready at the other end. Sure enough, and to Lester’s amazement, hubby coaxed the boys out into the lane. The hardest part was getting them to go past the huge puddle in the middle of the lane, but once he accomplished that, it was a clear shot into the back of the trailer. He backed right up into the trailer and first Yummy and then Delicious followed him in. And we slammed the trailer door shut behind them. The rest of us had been following behind carrying a large beam that was laying around so that if they turned around, there was no where to go. Lester let hubby out the small walk-through door at the front side of the trailer and then the life-long cattleman said, “I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”
Here’s a photo I captured with my phone while they were following hubby like the pied piper towards the trailer. The neighbor’s horse to the right seemed very interested in the proceedings.
So now my husband is not only my Quilter’s Support Staff, he is also the Cow Whisperer. After we got them safely delivered back into their home pasture, hubby, the pastor and myself went to check out the section of fencing where it was suspected they had escaped through. They had indeed pushed the staples holding the lower hog wire part of the fence (the upper portion being barbed wire) out. They had evidently been pushing it for some time, nibbling at a buckwheat bush growing on the other side, and it finally let loose enough for them to just step through. I guess the bush on the other side of the fence is always greener, to paraphrase the old adage. The fence is now repaired and strengthened and the bush totally removed to avoid further temptation. Of course, it started raining lightly and continued until the repairs were complete, and then it broke out in blue skies. Timing is everything, which was proven by the weather first thing this morning. If this all had happened starting on Monday instead of Sunday, we would have woken up socked in by the thick fog this morning which would have prevented us from spotting our runaways from a distance like we were able to do yesterday. If it had to happen, I am grateful to God that it happened when it did instead of a day later, plus, now we know another neighbor.
I have been MIA from my blog for several months now, not because I have lost interest in quilting or blogging, but because I’ve been too busy quilting and living life. I had a serious bout of illness in late November where I was laid low for about three weeks, and the illness included some sort of horrible virus that morphed into a bacterial infection, the double whammy of pink eye in both eyes, and a torn retina that needed to be repaired by laser surgery during the peak of my illness including a horrible cough that I had to try to control during the laser surgery so that I didn’t move my eye the wrong way. I describe the procedure as “spot welding” my retina. It was one of those “Lord, just take me home now” periods of life. In early November, I also took off for 5 days to my quilt guild’s annual retreat, which was a wonderful time. I have also had three root canal procedures done in the last six weeks, one of which resulted in a pulled tooth, so now I “get” to go for an implant. In the meantime, I soldier on making quilts.
I have challenged myself to use up as much as my stash as I can in order to make room for some new fabrics. Some of the fabrics in my stash cupboard are ten years old. With that in mind, for the retreat, I decided to embark on a complicated bargello style quilt. I had taken a class in how to make a bargello several years ago and ended up with a lovely, but simple quilt with all the columns being a uniform size. I have always wanted to make a more complicated one, so I dug through my stash and cut 180 strips of fabric. I used the book by Ruth Ann Berry, Bargello Quilts In Motion. She includes in her book easy to use charts on how to make each column. Here is the quilt that I made.
I wish I had a little larger sewing room so that I could take complete photos of floor to ceiling quilts like this one is. I only got about half of the columns assembled during the retreat and then I sewed them into pairs to make it easier to cart home. This was a mistake. When I got the next few columns up on the design wall at home, I noticed that I had put a couple of columns together with some sections inserted upside down, so the design didn’t flow like it was supposed to and had to get out my trusty seam ripper. So if you embark on a project like this, be sure to have all your columns complete and up on the design wall before you start attaching them to one another. Because this quilt has columns ranging from 1 inch cut size to 2 3/4 inch cut size, another thing that I learned is that it is essential that you iron meticulously before you try to quilt on a longarm machine. The quilt just kind of folded up on itself like an accordian when I pinned the bottom to the longarm leader and I had to remove it, iron and start all over. I also liberally used Best Press to get everything to lay down properly. I prefer Best Press to starch because it doesn’t make the quilt stiff and I don’t like to wash my quilts unless absolutely necessary. My friend who longarms professionally belatedly suggested that you can stay stitch the top and bottom of the quilt if you don’t have a border. This is the only quilt I have ever made without a border.
The last lesson is when you are ironing your seams, start in the middle and iron the left side to the left and the right side to the right so that when you smooth the top while rolling it on the frame, you don’t have flipped seams all over the place. One of the great tips that Ruth Ann includes in her book is to pencil in the column number on the top piece of the column to help keep everything in order. This worked better than pinning a number on, which tends to fall off at the most inopportune times.
Well, it’s done now and I am thrilled with the result. It was just what I wanted and I only bought a yard each of two different fabrics to get the color gradient that I was looking for. I even used a couple of large yardage pieces out of my stash to make the back! Someone at the quilt retreat thought the beginnings of the quilt looked like the Richter scale that measures earthquakes (you can tell we are in California) so I named it 7.2.
During the last few months, there has also been a flurry of grandbabies born and to be born in my circle of friends, so I have been working on baby quilts. Both of these two were made entirely from my stash once again. I utilized a couple of adorable panels that I had purchased some time ago because I just can’t resist a cute piece of fabric.
I called this one Fairy Sweet.
This one is called How Much is That Doggie In The Window. Here is a close up.
The grandparents are crazy about dogs just as I am.
Ten days or so before Christmas, I received a frantic phone call from a friend who wanted to know if I had a quilt I was willing to sell her for a gift for her mother-in-law. I told her I didn’t, but that I could make her a really simple one in time for Christmas and emailed her photos of a couple of others I had made in the lasanga or noodle method, which goes really fast. She loved them, picked out her colors, and in about 5 days, I had this one completed, also using nothing but stash fabrics. Fortunately, she wanted florals which I always have tons of because I love flowers.
This one is named Rows Garden. The only reason I was able to get it bound in that time frame is I used the binding technique that my sister-in-law, stitchinggrandma.wordpress.com turned me onto. It’s totally done by machine, and you end up with a little flange of accent color on the front of the quilt. If you look closely at the close-up of Doggie In The Window, you can see the beige accent separating the wood grain binding from the edge of the quilt. This quilt has a yellow accent separating the border from the same color binding. Here is a link where you can find a tutorial on how it is done. http://www.freequiltpatterns.info/free-tutorial—susies-magic-binding.htm . I have started using this method for all my quilts because arthritis in my fingers makes it difficult to do handwork. Besides the accent just brightens up the whole quilt and makes it a much quicker process.
Last, but not least, I made this little quilt to donate to my quilt guild who provides comfort quilts to social services in our county which gives the quilts to children who have been traumatized in some way. Once again, this is all fabric strictly from my stash.
And a close-up photo of the feature fabric and you can see the gold accent separating the brown binding and border. Just love the look.
Thank you for taking your time to read my blog ramblings. I hope you find something in my blog useful or entertaining and I wish you all a wonderfully blessed and prosperous New Year!
You know how it is, you start out to do one thing, then you find you have to do three other things before you can do what you intended to do. I had planned on getting some quilting done this afternoon, but I thought I should dig out the pattern that I promised to my friend before I totally forgot about it. I’m sure I’m the only one that has a stack of miscellaneous paperwork in my sewing room that needs to be organized into my binders, shredded, or just tossed because they are no longer relevant. I thought for sure that this was where the said pattern was “filed”, so I started going through it and then I thought that I should just go ahead and organize so that I don’t have to go through it again next time. So I spent the last two hours going through, punching holes into what I wanted to keep and placing that stuff into binders. Here is my stack after it had been sorted into categories.
And this is the end result.
I ended up having to add one more binder to my organizing system and I relabeled my pattern binders with the specific categories filed inside instead of just having them labeled “Patterns”. Hopefully, that will make specific patterns easier to find. The only problem is the pattern I wanted wasn’t in my stack! I finally found it already filed in its own small folder placed with my quilting books. But I am really glad to have this project done. Some of the things in the stack were receipts from 2014.
Friday was our annual quilt show at the circa 1890s Hall. Our quilt show is not judged and there is no voting on favorite quilts, but just is an opportunity to showcase local talent and vintage quilts from local residents. It also encourages people to buy raffle tickets for the handquilted queen sized quilt that you can get a glimpse of just to the right of the doorway. One hundred percent of the proceeds from the raffle goes toward scholarships for our local young people.
As you can see, my Fannie Mae von Nubbinwagger was front and center and generated interested from everyone who came by. There was the best turn out for this event since I became involved ten years ago in the quilting group that meets at the hall to work on the scholarship quilt and various charity quilts. The event was to open at 2 PM, but our first group came at 1 o’clock. They were folks from out of the area who were driving by to check out the fire damage from the recent Chimney Fire that I posted about a couple of weeks ago. They happened to see our signs out on the road, and came out of curiosity. Of course, we welcomed them in early, and the folks continued to come on a constant stream until 7 o’clock, when we took a break for a potluck dinner and to draw for the donated door prizes for those who purchased quilt raffle tickets that day. My assignment was to welcome people at the door, hand out programs and “white gloves” for those who wanted to pet the pretty quilts and answer any questions. I was kept hopping the entire day.
Here is a better photo of our scholarship raffle quilt. It is done in the Carolina Lily pattern.
The rest of the photos are of the quilts on display. I hope you enjoy the photo tour.
The handquilting on this last one was finished while the quilter was evacuated from her home because of the fire.
Maybe I should spend a little less time quilting and a little more time making sure summer squash harvesting is getting done….Nahhh. These guys really were hidden and totally escaped both my husband’s and my notice. They are too heavy to wear as bracelets, but will go really well in zucchini bread. A friend of mine also just gave me a recipe using shredded zucchini in lieu of flour for a pizza crust. It sounded intriguing and will be worth a try.
This is the first day of the “Chimney” fire just a few miles from our house. It’s called the Chimney fire because it started near a landmark called Chimney Rock. Many homes have been lost. The fire has been burning for a week now and as of this morning has consumed 15,439 acres and is only 35% contained. Cal Fire says that they are concerned that Hearst Castle is now threatened. We have a lot of friends who live in the path of the fire to the north, but the fire remains on the southwest side of Lake Nacimiento at this point and hopefully won’t cross the narrows of the Nacimiento River, which is what it was threatening to do yesterday. It seems it is moving more in a westerly direction, which is good news for most.
In one of those good news/bad news situations, My friend and I have been making the above signature quilt for a 16 year-old girl from our church who was shot in the head twice two weeks ago. It was a gang shooting and she was riding in a car with someone whom she shouldn’t have been with. One of the bullets went in her eye and the other shattered her cheekbone. Everyone in the church immediately started praying for her. The family was told that she wouldn’t survive the first night, and if she did, she would be a vegetable. Two days later they removed the bullets from her head and did their best to save her eyeball. There are several bone fragments buried deep in her brain that they can’t remove without doing more damage. The good news is the next day after the surgery, she was texting her friends and up walking around. Because she knew sign language, the doctors tried testing her cognitive capacity by asking her to sign the alphabet. When she did that perfectly, they asked her to sign the alphabet backwards, which she was also able to do. It’s really a miracle.
Instead of making the traditional signature quilt, I dug out my old X-block ruler from Patricia Pepe, which I hadn’t used in several years and made the tweaked blocks seen above. I dug through my scrap bins and stash to find the happiest fabrics we could. We are now gathering signatures and words of encouragement for her. Even though things are going well, it will still be a long road both physically and emotionally for her. We wanted her to have something tangible that she could hang on to to reminder her that there are a lot of people who love her and are praying for her.