Archive for August, 2015

One Of These Is Not Like The Others

August 30, 2015

This is currently the view out my kitchen windows:

little sunflower

I love sunflowers, and suggested that my husband plant a row next to the lawn, so the entire vegetable garden would be hidden from view.  It’s not that I don’t like seeing the veggies.   I just like seeing flowers more.  If you look at the very top of this cropped photo, you can see the corn stalks, so there is a garden behind that wall of flowers.

Can you see that little sunflower in the center of the photo?  Well, my husband thought it looked out of place, and asked me if I wanted him to pull it out.  Oh no!  Not one little bit.  That little flower is my favorite.

It’s standing tall – well as tall as it could go, but its flower is nice and full, and it’s flowering its little heart out.  Yes, it’s different from the others.  So what?  It’s good to be different.   Diversity is interesting.  Funny how one row of sunflowers could teach all of us to embrace everything nature has to offer us.

And the voting on the question I posed yesterday had a clear cut winner.  Only one person left a comment, but I received plenty of private emails about it, and version 2 is the winner.  I’ll wait another day or two in case I get more votes before I do anything to the piece though.

Thank-you to everyone who contacted me.  It was nice of you to take the time to share your thoughts with me.



Improv 101

August 29, 2015

I have very little experience with improv quilting, so when my small focus group decided to try an improv round robin, I went along for the ride.   After all, you never know if you’ll like something, if you don’t try it.  This extremely traditional shadow quilt design was selected as the central block:

Diane original

Challenging, no???

Never in my wildest imagination did I think Marcia could bring this block into modern times, but she did with this wonderful addition:

Diane step 1

And then Sue added the bottom cross blocks:

Diane step 2

And Beth added some flowers, lots and lots of cheerful flowers:

Diane step 3

Are you as impressed as I am, because I’m mega impressed.  I never thought that traditional block could be transformed like this.

Not being able to leave anything alone, I thought the left border needed a little something, something, so angled the two fabrics and am debating between version 1:

Improv 1

and version 2:

Improv 2

Which do you like best?  If version 2 is the one you like, I will use that new fabric for some flower center yo-yos, and most likely the binding.

Inquiring minds what to know – really – which version do you like?




Beaded Bracelet

August 12, 2015

I had started making this ages ago, and finished it last week:


You are definitely going to want to double click on that photo, so you see what it looks like.  It was a lot of fun to make, and was a pattern in a Bead and Button magazine.  It was a 2015 issue, but I got it from the library, so am not sure what month it was published, as the magazine has since been returned.

I’m a slow beader, but enjoy using beads for jewelry and art quilts.  And I also like buying beads.  😉

Another Whisper quilt was completed yesterday, and I received the box for next month’s inspiration.   There is no joy in this month’s quilt.  The piece is really wonderful, but the subject matter is depressing, and I plan on turning it around.






August 10, 2015

There are lots of reasons why I haven’t been posting to my blog.

The first reason was I’ve been making Whisper Quilts, and I’m really not supposed to be revealing them.  Little else creative activity has been going on aside from them.

The second reason was I got lazy.  I’ve been taking lots of photos of wildlife around here, but didn’t transfer them to my laptop.  I’ve since done so, and it’s been a real wild kingdom around here.  Deer and fox in the front yard:

deer fox by slate mom and baby fox

The two baby fox are on the slate steps to my front porch – really close to the house.  The whole family – mother, father, and 4 babies have spent their summer with us, and I love the photo of the mother grooming her child’s ears in our driveway.

The backyard has been full of turkeys:


And then my 96 year old father fell.  My husband found him on the floor in his patio home, called the ambulance, and after 5 horrible days in the hospital, and a few short hours in Hospice, he passed away.

Planning a funeral, clearing out his patio home, dealing with financial obligations,  having to go back to the same stinking hospital to have a surgical procedure of my own 4 days later, and then I was home – where I promptly deflated.

It’s not like I collapsed or anything.  All I knew was my daily morning phone call to my Dad wasn’t going to happen anymore.  When I called his phone number the day after my procedure to make sure his phone line was disconnected, I got the message that the number was no longer in service.  it was the catalyst for my grief to surface – big time.    No more good mornings, no more singing you are my sunshine to each other, no more saying I love you as we ended our daily phone calls.  I miss my Dad, but I’m so grateful he was able to stay independent, in his beloved patio home till the very end.

You see he loved his patio home.  He loved seeing the turkeys and deer play outside his windows.  He loved having his privacy.  He was happy talking to his 3 daughters every day, visiting with them weekly, and singing his heart out at all hours of the day and night.  He did so love to sing – especially love songs about my mother.

My mother passed away almost 9 years ago.  My Dad had her wedding picture in his bedroom, and he woke up every single morning and said. “Good morning, honey.  I love you.”  And when he went to bed, he told her, “Good night, honey.  I love you.”

My Dad was laid to rest on my mother’s birthday this year – reunited with the love of his life forever.

Good night,  I love you.