Monday Miscellaneous

Out of Sight, Out of Mind No More:

Last winter I began hand-quilting the Scrappy Star, then put away in April or May when it became too hot to hold it on my lap.  When I packed it away for the move, it was still too warm to hold on my lap to quilt.  The unpacking was a different story.  I'm now back at work on it with a handful of blocks left to do, and some work on the borders.  I'm seeing a strong possibility of being able to finish it some time this winter.

Cousin's Visit:

My cousin, Lori and her husband Eric are visiting this week, spending time between her mom's house and ours.  Lori and I haven't seen one another in 10 years, and yet except for catching up on the miscellaneous of our lives, in some ways it seems like we'd just seen each other yesterday.  It's always been like that with us.

We took a photo tour of Newton yesterday.  Eric is a wonderful photographer.  He couples an artist's eye with a bit of whimsy.  I think (I hope) he plan to share some of the pictures with me so I can share with you.


Copying is the Highest Form of Flattery:

Last week, P. from The Way I Sew It shared the commercials she found funny.  It got me to thinking about my favorite commercial.  Here it is:  (I hope you enjoy it too.)

Favorite Things Friday--Organization

An organized room.  

Organization is a vastly under-appreciated state of being--until you don't have it.  I've recently discovered that organization is one of my very most favorite things. 

Today, my room is finally organized (okay there are a couple of little things on the dresser that you can't see that still needs some attention, but it's mostly good).  I've discovered the clutter in my house is directly proportional to the clutter in my brain.  The more items that have been put in their proper place, the more space I have in my brain.

Organization saves time--no more searching for things.  Organization saves energy--no more searching for things.  Organization improves mood--no more frustration while searching for things.  (I bet you're beginning to see a trend here, eh?)  Organization feels successful.  It will be a long time before I take it for granted again.

Familiarizing Ourselves with Newton through Fabric

My mom and I took a well-earned break from the unpacking today. We had an excuse. The coolant system in the car needed to be flushed after its hissy fit in Flagstaff. The kind man who helped me added water to the system to get me through to Newton--which it did very successfully--but that wasn't satisfactory for getting us through the winter. We located our local Dodge dealer and got it done early this morning.

After that we decided to treat ourselves to a little exploration in downtown Newton. The weather was typical November weather for Kansas--cloudy and gray with a bit of a bite to the air and erratic wind gusts.  We didn't let that dampen our spirits though.

Goal number one was to find the local quilt store.  Oh yum!  The fabric array was just as beautiful as I'd hoped.  For quilters like me who love black and white prints her shop is a must see.  I bet she had 30 bolts of different black and white fabrics.  I managed to restrain myself since we're still digging out and organizing the fabric we do have.  But only for a moment.  There was a display quilt made up with these fairy panels:

I've been eying the fairy fabric that's being featured in Keepsake Quilting.  I'm not sure if this is exactly the same, but it's close if it's not.  My excuse is that I have a little cousin who might enjoy a fairy quilt, but the truth is, I just want to make one.  Guess there's still a little girl lurking in me.  :-)

We also located the Et Cetera shop.  It's the local Mennonite version of the Salvation Army.  They accept donations which are sold in the shop and the proceeds go back to help the community.  We needed to drop off some kitchen items.  Since we're combining two households, we've got a lot of duplicate items.

Naturally we had to look around.  The shop has a fabric remnant bin.  The sign said to get a sack from the cashier and fill it for fifty cents.  Yep, fifty cents.  Can you believe it?

For a scrappy quilter like myself, this was just too much fun.

We also located the local organic food shop and stopped in for coffee.  Being a quilter I enjoyed the handmade items featured there--honey, salsa, syrup.  Nice ambiance.  The store has a very high ceiling.  Hard for me to guess, but well over the twelve feet featured in many old buildings.  It has a tin pressed ceiling (at least I think that's the right term for it).  I plan to take my camera next time we go.  The tin ceiling would be a great item for Vintage Thingie Thursday.

Oh and by the way, after I whined on Monday about not even working on the New York Beauty blocks, I got them out.  I've now completed another one, and seem to be rolling along.  Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to FMQ soon too.

Monday Miscellaneous

New Blog Name:

Since I no longer reside in the desert, it just seemed wrong to continue as The Desert Quilter. A kind of false advertising (although I honestly doubt that I’ll quilt any differently than I did in the desert). I’m now officially The Prairie Quilter. I tried to think of a funny blog name, like Quilting In My Pyjamas or Confessions of Fabric Addict; I tried to think of a clever play on words like The Way I Sew It or Such a Sew and Sew; or even a blog title with a bit of whimsy like Taradiddle and Malarky. I got zilch, zip, nada. It just seemed a straight shot from The Desert Quilter to the Prairie Quilter, so that’s how it is.

I also have a new email address attached to my blog: michelle_of_the_prairie AT yahoo.com. (I'm nothing if not predictable, eh?)  Hopefully, all the blog settings are correct.  When I'm sure the new email address is working well, I'll phase out the old one. It really needs to go. I ordered some meds online and the company must have sold my email address. Now, I'm getting all kinds of ads for viagra amongst other things, and a lot of it is getting by the spam filter. Very irritating.

Unpacking:

Unpacking is the gift that keeps on giving. We’re probably about half done. Here’s what happened when I unpacked a box of clocks:

We’re not up to officially placing clocks, pictures, or wall-hangings on the walls yet.  However, the previous tenant left this wall full of screws.  (I’ve been wondering what they had hung there.)  It seemed a good place to “store” the clocks until they find a permanent home.  The interesting thing is that I kind of like it.

The room pictured is the sewing room (please ignore the mess).  Yep it has a wet bar—sink and small fridge.  We’ve got the coffee pot and toaster in place and will be adding a microwave soon.

Cat-Proofing the Kitchen:

Charley may be my quilt inspector, but he doesn’t limit his inspecting to quilts.  Kitchen cabinets are also fair game.  So I’ve been installing latches (no picture) and knobs.  The knobs make it easier to open a cabinet with a latch on it, and it dresses them up a bit.  I’m thankful for all the times I served as my dad’s helper.  Until now, I’d never drilled a hole, but I can’t count the number of times I watched him do it.  It’s coming in very handy.

New Ailment:

I’ve developed a most distressing ailment.  It’s called TripleT Q.  It stands for Too Tired To Quilt.  I haven’t quilted since I left Pahrump—not even hand-piecing on the NYBs.  I so miss it, but the brain just doesn’t have room to think about it.  It’s all unpacking all the time, and then when I can relax a bit in the evening, I’m just too darn tired.  I never thought I’d say that.

Blogland:

I’m still hit and miss on my blog reading.  You don’t know how I miss being able to sit and relax, and just peruse all your quilty loveliness.  However, I do try to reward myself from time to time.  If I’ve missed reading your blog lately, believe me it’s under duress.   The darn boxes just keep demanding attention.

Move is Complete--Mostly

(Newton, Kansas)

We're here.  Those two words are among the finest I've ever spoken.  Seriously.

The Road Trip:
In my humble opinion, road trips are vastly over-rated.  I enjoyed them when I was a kid, but in recent years, not so much.  It proved to be even more exhausting when I was doing all the driving.  I've vowed that in the future, if I'm going anywhere further than a day's a drive, I'm flying or taking the train. 


To make the road trip even more exciting, we had car trouble.  Our Dodge--the car with less than 13,000 miles on it--decided to act up the first day out.  We'd just pulled up in front of the hotel in Flagstaff, when I noticed steam coming from underneath the hood.  I got out and pink fluid was spewing from below.  Ack!  Being pink, I was sure it was transmission fluid.  Opened the hood to see it coming from the coolant tank--which was puzzling.  The hotel manager was really nice and said we could leave the car there until we could get service for it the next day.  Called my male relatives to pick their brains, but they were at a loss about how transmission fluid could get into the coolant tank.

In the meantime, I was so tired I could have taken my brain out and played it with it.  Then had the added fun of having a full-blown anxiety attack about how long we'd be stuck in Flagstaff, and whether I could trust whatever mechanic I might choose. 

Fast forward to the next day, and the hotel maintenance man had the front desk call me to tell me he didn't think it was transmission fluid and he'd look at the problem with me.  Before I could get out to the car,  my uncle called and told me his mechanic said that some coolant is pink now.  (Pink!  They had to make it the same freakin' color as transmission fluid?  What's up with that?)  So I met with the maintenance guy and he tells me it absolutely is not transmission fluid.  He checked out all the fluid lines and determined there was no leak except out of the coolant tank.  (The car never registered as being hot either.)  Anyway, he looked at the radiator cap and found some grit under it.  He said that could cause a pressure build-up.  So he put water in the tank, cleaned the cap, and then waited while the car got up to temperature to verify that we wouldn't have a repeat performance.  It's been fine ever since.  What a lifesaver.  Bless you Ryan!

The Cat:
Charley pretty much hated riding in the car.  He yowled from Pahrump, clear to the other side of Vegas, then it became more intermittent.  The intermittent protest was pretty much the norm the entire trip.  (How can a cat cause such guilt?)  The first night in the hotel he hid under the bed for 4 hours.  At the next hotel stop he wasn't nearly so timid.  By the time we arrived at the house, he was ready to explore.  This house has stairs, and the first night, he really enjoyed running up and down.

At This Moment in Time:
The furniture has arrived with like a bajillion boxes.  With the boxes stacked around, it looks like a bunch of hoarders live here.  We're unpacking, but it hasn't made too much of a dent yet.

I need to make changes to my blog.  Obviously, I'm no longer the "desert" quilter, and my weather app needs to be adjusted to our new location.  

I hope to get back to blog reading soon.  I've really been missing you all.