I finished Scrapper’s Delight from the book, Sunday Morning Quilts. I love, love, love this quilt. I chose fabrics from all my fabric scraps, except brown. It made the most happy quilt. I loved using all the fabrics from my previous projects. I was pleased that such different fabrics and colors could go so well together.
Seventeen years ago on this date my mother died. She had been sick for a long time. She had breast cancer and it took her life. A day does not go by when I don’t think of her. Her name was Rhoda Alice. She was many things: a wife, a mother, a hairdresser, a great cook, a wonderful person. She connected with her friends and her family.
Five years after her death I watched in horror as many of you did the tragedies now known simply as September 11th. I share your grief every year and wish we didn’t have this day in common.
As I write this I feel this overwhelming sorrow. I stopped crying a long time ago, but today it hits me once again she is gone, my Mama Rhoda. Time does take away the oppressive grief. Watching the remembrances on television this evening, I saw a woman at Ground Zero sobbing and I knew her pain. Every year on this date we take the time to mourn those loved ones . . . and to cry — and me to remember my very special mother. I do that today, September 11, 2013. I remember you.
We moved! — and now I’m settled in. Before we moved, I purchased the book, Sunday Morning Quilts.
I chose the quilt, Scrapper’s Delight, as my first project. Here’s a photo from the book:
I’m excited about using just scraps for a quilt. The authors suggested sorting my scraps into colors which I had already done, but I hadn’t sorted the scraps into piles of one-inch/two-inch squares, for example. This took some time. I’m glad I did because it made making the first block so much easier. This evening I finished my first block:
I can’t wait to do some more happy scrapping.
“How can I be friends on Facebook with someone I do not know?” That is the question my mother-in-law posed to me. Last August when my daughter went to college, my mother-in-law wanted to join Facebook so she could see all of my daughter Nora’s photos. She had heard from family members that they were seeing Nora’s photos on the internet. We opened her an email account and one password later, she was on Facebook. I asked her if she wanted me to invite people to be her friends, other than Nora and me, and she said, “I don’t want people knowing my business.” As soon as she joined, she began getting invitations from “friends.” We accepted those invitations. I told her she knew these people. (fyi: we are from the same hometown, and I know who she knows or just about or at least I thought we knew the same people).
Sometime later she wanted to get back on Facebook and got a real live friend to help her. She later told my husband she is friends with someone she does not know. I told my husband that she knows the person but she doesn’t recognize her since it’s probably been thirty years since she’s seen her. I asked my husband if we should go into her Facebook page and “unfriend” that person. He said no.
Over Easter, my daughter visited her grandparents, and she and my mother-in-law got on Facebook, looking at the photos on her page. She told my daughter she was friends with someone she did not know. My daughter thought it was funny that her grandmother’s one obsession was this friend she did not know. I asked my daughter if we should “unfriend” this person. My daughter said that would take all the fun out of my mother-in-law being on Facebook. I thought maybe it wasn’t good to be friends with someone you think you do not know.
A week later, I got a call from my mother-in-law. She was trying to get on Facebook, and it was no longer there. I asked my daughter if she knew why her grandmother didn’t have Facebook anymore. She said, “She asked me to ‘make it go away’ and I did.” She logged her out, and Facebook was no longer on her toolbar — or at least that’s what I think happened. Perhaps my mother-in-law subconsciously does not want to use Facebook because she’s friends with someone she does not know.
Fast forward three months. My mother-in-law called and wanted to know if she had an email address. She was trying to get on Facebook and they were asking for her email address and her age. Now I’m really confused — “make it go away” indeed!
I spend quite a bit of time in my home office, mostly telecommuting for my job. I decided it needed a facelift. For the first project, I wanted a chalkboard wall. Over the weekend I painted a wall with black chalkboard paint. I used one quart of Valspar, two coats. I considered Dry Erase by Rust-Oleum, but one container covered only 7 by 7 feet and my wall was 8 by 11 feet. I used my regular paintbrush and roller. I was worried the brush lines would show, but it didn’t, so you don’t need to use a foam brush.
My lovely husband, Dave, found me a chalkboard eraser. He’s been teaching for more than twenty-five years and remembers when chalkboards were in every classroom. Apparently they are no longer in demand and have been replaced by dry erase boards.
I then rearranged the desks in my home office — one for work and one for personal. I moved the personal desk to the chalkboard wall and added a “clothes line” from the wall to inside the closet, hanging items I like and my passport (I need a reminder to renew it by October).
For my second project, I love pink and decided one wall in my home office needed some love — Honeysuckle by Pantone. I got the paint at Lowe’s. It’s not baby pink and I like it. http://www.lowes.com/pd_432981-4-PN5060PANTONEHONEYSU_4294643579__?productId=4751195&Ns=p_product_qty_sales_dollar|1
My office is full of things I love — ceramics from my mother, old cameras and lots of interesting fabric for that next quilt project. I have artwork from my daughter, Nora Paige.
It’s not complete, but the job of painting is almost over. I want to paint the inside of my “quilt closet” the same Honeysuckle color. Maybe next weekend!
This is the beginning. I’ve read through some of the tutorials on how to create a blog, and my head feels like it is going to explode. Picking the name was very difficult. I had so many ideas, and I didn’t want to use a name someone else was using. I first chose Fussy Cuts — that’s when you pick a part of a fabric you want to use because it’s special in some way; for example, a flower you want to center in the middle of your block. Anyway, I found a website with that name and a business with that name, and it just wasn’t special enough. I finally decided on Wanda’s Life Sampler. It is a metaphor of my life, something different in every block, like a quilt sampler.
Introducing: Wanda’s Life Sampler. Now what?