Reviewing yesterdays' 300+ wedding pictures.....

I'm having a good laugh at myself.

About 96% of them are very very blurry.  I must have had the camera on AF-S.

 Many tell a story.  This is on the porch of the church, greeting guests after the ceremony.

Mother of the bride removes cake from bride's face after the cake cutting.

Being a flower girl is a hard job.

A friend lent their 1952 Chevy for a photo shoot.

I really loved getting the kids in their natural state, being kids.

Thank heavens this one came out well.  Best wishes to the new happy couple.

And yes, I'll be making them a quilt.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Thursday's Thumper

Last night, lo and behold, I discovered YouTube videos on using my new camera.

 It can get pretty confusing, all of these buttons, dials, and features.

 So I took a break today and shot a few of my favorite subjects.

 Of course, they're all adorable, but this one has my heart.

Tiny enough to fit in a teacup.

 Borrowing momma's back to reach up for a quick drink.

At three weeks of age, these new babies are just leaving the nest to eat, drink, and be merry.

There's a lesson there I'm thinkin'.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Quilter's camouflage, what everyone needs to dance in the Rainbow Room

Awhile back, I did a post on "why was everyone wearing camo gear and what exactly were they hiding from?"  It seems to be everywhere.  Come October, folks walk around Wal-Mart dressed as trees for Heaven's sake.  Certainly, none are tall enough to be Ents.

 After careful analysis and thoughtful deliberation, I've created my own quilter's camo T-shirts.  Unlike the Wal-Mart Ents, I do not wish to hide.

 The shirts were soaked in the water solution, then hung on a hanger.

I chose each color of dye and opened one container at a time.  Wearing gloves, a mask, apron, etc. I then sprinkled dye powder on the wet shirt.  Multiple colors were used.

Depending on how damp the shirt was and how the wind was blowing, decided the dye pattern.

 Some were then rolled up in plastic bags and left to cure overnight.

This is my new summer attire, for mowing the lawn, etc.

Even if I stand on the ladder, no one will take me for an Ent!

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Clean up in aisle 2 please.

Ah yes, the design wall with 3 projects and a slew of starched strips.

It's time to contain the chaos.

The cutting table, piled high with containers of "stuff".

The weather prediction is a high of 88 with a 40% chance of rain.  We do need the rain, but oh glory bee the humidity, ugga.

Staying inside with the AC on high and cleaning up sounds like a good plan to me.

You have my permission to do the same.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Thoughtful Thursday.

I'm working with my new camera.  Trying to move on to other buttons.

This week I'm studying AF-A, AF-S, and AF-C.

Believe me, it's a whole other kinda alphabet.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Wordless Wednesday

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

A sad farewell.

Samson bunny, age 1-1/2 years, died last night of unknown causes.  We'll miss his adventuresome spirit.

 Dolly wanted to remind everyone to fill water bowls daily, provide a shady spot to rest in, and pour out ice cube treats on days with higher temps.  

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Thank you for your kind inquiries . . .

I am feeling a tad better.  Not quite ready for the up-hill-all-the-way 26 mile marathon, but can climb the stairs without stopping 2 times on the way up.

 Things are looking brighter.

The town crier is pleased to announce these beautiful babies, Peter and Polly, went to a new home this week to be adored pets for the grandchildren.

 You've not met Bullet before have you?  He was born under the dog house in a burrow with 5 others.  But I've never been able to catch him.  Interestingly, he's outgrown his siblings.

 I wonder if he'll catch up to Jeremiah who is the biggest bunny of them all.

These are 2 of Hazel's litter.  Bullet's siblings.

On Monday, Riley, Rebecca's last baby, will be heading off to North Asheville to live with a new family.  

This is good news, believe me, for I am out of room.

My Stargazer lily is a paler pink than last year . . . I wonder if it has to do with the cold winter?

Until then, keep stitchin' . . . 

Yes, I realize it's summer . . . .

But the mean ol' flu bug has found me anyway.

It's no fun I tell ya trying to sit quietly and not cough.  It's also as boring as watching wet newspaper dry in the sun.  Only more so.

Book reading is out of the question, my eyelids flutter and close due to the medication.  (whine, whine)

Quilt binding cannot happen, as it's too hot.  (Grumble, grumble.)

Having no recourse, I unearthed my counted cross stitch.  Old projects are being worked on, slowly, very slowly.  This time with glasses.

Yes, it's been that long since I've done any x-stitching.  Will show photos soon.  It's time for some soup and more rest.  (I'm not good at resting . . . whine, grumble, whine, grumble, grumble.)  But this too shall pass.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Oh my,

Has it really been over a month since we had a good chat?

 We've not been hiding, honest.

As a matter a fact, things have been hoppin' 'round here.

Five of my cousins went off to live with a very nice family in Asheville . . . (hello Janet).

Mom began cleaning and rearranging everything that wasn't nailed down.

This 28-year-old quilt came out of the closet to join up with her favorite Roseville-Ransbottom bowls.

Searching for that perfect Country Living look.

(side bar:  If you cannot find a tablecloth to cover the table under the quilt, use a white sheet.)

The Amish quilts came out to pair with other pottery.

The floor was polished and Gigi moved to the corner for now.

(side bar: If your furniture is not on sliders, flip over bathroom rugs and place furniture on top to move across hardwood floors.)

 By grouping the Amish quilts in sequence, we discovered it does not matter what color the couch is.

Needless to say, all of this activity wore Dolly out.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .