Why put off today what you can put off until tomorrow?

I'm totally, utterly incapable of working on one project at a time.

I have all my strip sets sewn for the homespun quilt (hooray!) and have started slicing them up and...hey, wouldn't that wonky pink and yellow quilt look kind of cool if it were hand quilted????

I get distracted so easily I amuse myself.

My kitchen/sewing table is covered with little piles of 2" plaid and muslin pieces, but no worries! You can do hand quilting anywhere!

Which means I can leave all that mess and come back to it later, when I'm partway done with this new endeavor and have begun to feel the pressure to get three quilts finished before the holidays. Or found some other new thing to try -- hand dyeing, perhaps.

No matter that I've never hand quilted before. And that the wonky pink and yellow quilt top was in itself a whim, not intended for anyone and therefore not a priority project this close to Christmas. It's another in a long line of experiments, both successful and failed, intended to put something off that's more important. I'm aware that's what I'm doing, and understand the potential frenzy that may ensue in December as a result, and yet...

This whole hand quilting thing has been in the back of my mind for a long time, and has chosen now, of all the inconvenient times, to cut to the front of the line. And it's not like I can stuff it back there with the belated birthday cards, dry cleaning, guitar lessons and other things I've been meaning to get to -- it was persistent enough to shove its way through the crowd, and it ain't goin' nowhere until I grant it an audition. So...

I spent my pre-work hours today pin-basting the top and putting my newly-purchased PVC lap frame together.

Wish me luck.

Color IQ

I've seen this link on a few blogs over the past week. I had taken it a couple times at work (shhh! don't tell!) with my contacts in and was a little disappointed in my score...but with the contacts out and my home monitor...hah!


So for all those thinking they have better color sense than this little test would imply, keep in mind that your monitor and the lighting in the room can also have an impact on your score. And give it another try!

Happy Fall!

It was very orange at the beach this weekend...

(OK, this woman's sweater isn't really orange, but they were such a cute couple I had to get them in here somehow)

And...surprise! Another fabric purchase. "So South Haven," the local quilt shop, moved into an old farmhouse just outside of town. The owner and her husband rehabbed, and it's a great little place! Red house. Lots of quilts hanging off of the white porch railing. An old wagon. Mums. And tons of fabric. "Nuff said.

These caught my eye as soon as I walked in the door...perhaps inspired by AmandaJean's flying geese project, I thought these Bali and Hoffman batiks might translate well into something similar. If I ever get over my hatred of triangles.

Ack! Unwanted setback!

I have put off getting my Bernina serviced for a few months now because I always seem to be in the middle of a deadline. The only dealer at the time I bought it was 35 miles southwest of the city, which doesn't sound bad but in Chicago traffic can take over an hour to get to, so the inconvenience factor is extremely high.

I called the dealer when my oil warning went on in the spring, and she told me how to turn it off, but warned that the machine would do it three times...and the third time it wouldn't go away. And this morning when I fired the machine up, that damn oil can was there, blinking ominously for the THIRD TIME.

Yes, I understand the need to keep my tools in working order. I oil frequently and clean the fuzz out regularly. I realize that not having my machine for a minimum of ten days of service is a small tradeoff for a very expensive but inoperable machine. And I fully intended to get it there as close to my year anniversary as possible, honest. But why now?

I have at least three quilts I need to finish for Christmas, and was on a roll with this latest project. My hope is that I can get all the homespun strip sets done tonight and haul the dang machine out to the 'burbs tomorrow on the sort-of-way to Michigan for the weekend.

Enough whining, Kate. Suck it up and take care of it, already!

Gettin' there...

It's been a busy week, not much time for sewing...or blogging, for that matter. I tend to work long, wacky hours, so when I get home I'm usually not good for anything but decompressing in front of the TV until bedtime. Consequently, I try to get up early and do my sewing in the morning...but it's been so much harder to get up now that it's dark out. It's only October -- way too early to shift into hibernation mode!

So progress on the homespun nine-patches has been slower than usual. I was hoping to be at least piecing them by now, but when the alternative is staying huddled under the covers and grabbing another half-hour of sleep, I'm OK with it...

Strip sets up the wazoo...and another 15 to go

This stuff is much stretchier than I'd anticipated, despite the use of sizing. Which makes me think that the piecing process will be very forgiving -- and that's a good thing!

Workin' for the weekend...

Well, it's been a productive weekend so far.

In addition to getting all of the middle strips for my homespun nine-patches done, I finished up the second fleece blanket. It went much quicker after I decided to do just the one reverse applique letter instead of a bunch.

More fleecy goodness passing inspection

Both blankets got wrapped up and delivered upstairs to baby Kiera and her big brother Ryan, who immediately put his on as a cape and flew around the living room. I think it was appreciated.

But the big achievement of the weekend has been food. Specifically, breakfast.

I discovered Corner Bakery's Swiss Oatmeal a few weeks ago, and have been fighting cravings for it ever since. Not only is it calorie-packed (the website says 300 calories, but I swear the one I had said 500), at $3.99 a pop it's a little pricey for the number of times a week I'd really like to eat it.

So I set about trying to make my own. And after a few Google searches and discovering that I wasn't the only one trying to replicate this concoction, I came up with my own version. It may not photograph well, but it's mighty tasty!

Call it Summer Oatmeal, call it muesli, call it whatever you want, I'm calling it delicious!

Swiss Oatmeal

1/2 cup whole oats, uncooked
1 cup plain non/low-fat yogurt
1/4 skim milk (or less, depending on consistency preference)
1 tablespoon honey
1 apple, peeled and diced (I used a Granny Smith)
1/2 cup dried cranberries
1 banana (whose next stop in two days may be banana bread or, say, the dumpster), diced
cinnamon to taste
a pinch of salt

Some of the recipes I found called for partially cooking the oats, others for just letting everything sit for a few minutes before eating. I got the best results by mixing the yogurt, honey and oats together and putting it in the refrigerator overnight. If you like your dried cranberries a little less chewy, mix those in the night before as well.

Add the milk to your desired consistency in the morning, along with the rest of the fruit and salt; dust with cinnamon and enjoy!

Though the apples provided a good crunch, I'll probably add either chopped almonds or walnuts next time.

And then start working on a new exercise regimen.

Fleece frenzy

I went to JoAnn's yesterday for a spool of thread (just thread!), and well, their fleece was on sale. So was a bunch of other stuff, and I came away laden with bags of more things (dare I say crap?) I really didn't need.

I have had a love/hate relationship with JoAnn ever since she expanded and exposed me to several other crafts I really had no business getting into with an apartment the size of mine (Fimo, for example). I was a knitter before I was a quilter, so I was happy about her yarn selection, but do I really need a pasta machine exclusively for rolling polymer clay? I think she and her brother Michael are conspiring to suck the disposable income from people like me who have an incredibly low resistance to anything even remotely cute and creative.

And yes, I believe that, in order to complete any successful clay project, one does, in fact, need a pasta machine. I'm such a sucker.

Fleecy goodness!

My neighbors have been keeping my plants alive during my many vacations this summer, and I thought blankies for a busy mom of two would be a nice treat. I had bought them Mackinac Island fudge in August but ended up eating it out of frustration during a construction jam in Indiana on the return trip. So this is Plan B:

Gratuitous shot of Archie

I spent more time on this than I intended, so the second is still under construction. If I get home from work early enough today (say, before 8pm -- it is Monday, after all), I can probably finish it up and get back to my homespuns!