In case you can’t tell, that look says “You are not seriously going to take my picture, are you?”
That looks says “Hey, a guy can’t quilt an entire quilt at one go. He needs to take a break, stretch his finger muscles out, before he can give the rest of the quilt his full attention.”
That quiltings says “Joe 09″ — because all artists have to sign their work.
Joe’s meandering doesn’t show up very well in photos, I’ll try to take some other shots in better light.
I bought this as a kit last year, with a certain young male relative in mind.
I showed Joe the picture of the quilt and asked if he’d be OK with it as his quilt show entry. He contemplated it a bit, and then said “Colin likes construction stuff, right?”
(Colin is his 3 year old cousin, the one I had in mind…but I didn’t tell Joe that…).
Joe informed me that he would like to quilt it, and that when it was done wiht it’s trip to New Hampshire, we should give it to Colin for his birthday.
I think I might be winning the battle to turn them into civilized human beings.
Just remind me of that the next time they giggle hysterically over their bodily noises.
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I’ve gotten some great responses about list-making. I’m still processing how I’m going to add the list-making habit to my repertoire. The photo-taking habit seems to be going well, so I ought to be able to add something.
I used random.org to tell me that commenter number 7 is the lucky recipient of my extra postcard — Kathy W, that’s you! I’ll send you an e-mail, I need your mailing address.
I just got back from watching 4th graders play basketball. We thought it was going to just be a scrimmage, maybe 2 half-court games at once, short games, etc. Oh no. Full court, 40 minute games. I sat through half of one game (of two teams that weren’t my own), and then watched my guys play back to back games.
And then I left. They have a break, then will play a 3rd game. I could not sit for another 1.5 hours in the bleachers knitting, surrounded by little kids who were invading my personal space.
It’s left me very crabby, and I shouldn’t post much when I’m so crabby, so I’ll babble at you later.
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(This is a repeat for readers who are members of MQResource, but I HAD to share this here, too.)
From Will Earley, Age 9, as told by his mother.
A couple of weeks ago, my Mom asked me if I would like to enter a quilt into this quilt show she goes to in April. After she told me what the prizes were, I agreed that I might like to do a quilt.
She showed me the astronaut fabric and asked if I would like my quilt to be made out of it. She pieced it, and then told me Fridaythat it was ready to be quilted. She had picked out this girly fabric for the back, but we found something I liked better at the shop. It’s kind of like Army camouflage, all pixelated, but in black instead of green. (**Swear to God, He said something about it being pixelated.)
She pinned everything on for me, and helped me get started. We practiced quilting Friday after school, and I decided to just do a meander on my quilt.
After we ate dinner on Saturday we went to the shop to quilt.
Obnoxiously, she took a bunch of pictures of me.
And took lots of pictures of the quilt while I was quilting it.
Every time we rolled the quilt forward she made me get down and look at the back. I think she wishes she could get down there so easily.
After it was done, she made me unpin it myself.
Every time we rolled, I drew a line with chalk that would show me how far I could get to the front rollers before I ran out of room. It really helped me not meander myself into a corner. I figured out that the lint brush Mom uses will brush the chalk marks off.
She finished Joe’s quilt last night, and in a little bit, she’s going to drag him to the shop so they can get his quilt quilted today, too. She still has to bind both quilts and I’m sure I’ll bug her until that’s done and the entries are submitted.
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