Monday, November 29, 2010

A Woman's Take

The transition from childhood to adulthood has been hard for me in many ways.  I still don't think of myself as an adult, but when I think of myself as a child, I don't necessarily identify with that person anymore.  Take, for instance, my childhood black-and-white views of the world.  I've matured and now look at the world through multicolored lenses: not everything is as cut and dried as we'd like it to be.  When I was little, my imagination soared.  Now I have a hard time discussing imagined things.

And it's more than that.  My childhood identity is forged in some little way in how I perceive others' perception of me.  If I thought my parents thought I was behaving poorly, then I thought of myself poorly.  Likewise, if someone told me I couldn't sing, I refrained from singing at all cost well into adulthood.  But this perception is so very wrong now.  Not only does my voice not shatter glasses, it can be incredibly sweet and, at times--like when nobody is listening--downright good.  (No auditions or tryouts for me though, my voice isn't likely to be shared anytime soon.)

People considered me a tomboy when I was little, so that's how I acted.  It was a sort of circular reinforcement or something.  They thought I wasn't feminine, so I didn't try to be feminine.  I didn't have jewelry or pink dresses or ballet lessons as a child.  I wasn't "girly" and still don't dress terribly feminine since that's not how I'm known.  But inside me is a real feminine woman screaming for pink and diamonds and massages!  I'm just too practical to spend money on diamonds and dresses and spa days.  It's not that I don't want those things, but I don't see a need to spend money on them.

And at the same time, there's a quiet femininity, a truly confident femininity that I've always possessed despite my boyish childhood looks or my love of denim.  I don't need glitz and glamor to prove that I'm a woman.  I don't need to wear dresses to romanticize my feminine charm.  The Man tells me he's so thankful I don't need to cover myself in any makeup every day in order to feel like I can go out.  A little chap stick and I'm ready for the world, like me or not.

I get frustrated when people still think of me like I was when I was ten years old.  I'm not into baseball or lighthouses or even playing the flute anymore, although they are beautiful in their own ways and I still respect each love, I've moved on.  I love to cook and sew and wear shiny things and swear every once in a while and keep a home and love The Man until it hurts.

I feel like people aren't allowing me to be feminine and have girly likes and dislikes.  I feel like I'm not allowed to change or grow and love sparkles.  I feel stuck in the between.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Day of the Turkey

The Man received a turkey from his employer for Thanksgiving.  Since Mom already had a turkey for yesterday, I decided to roast The Man's bird today and freeze it.  Our little freezer just isn't big enough for a whole frozen turkey, so by cooking it and then portioning it out, we can eat on it little by little throughout the next few months.

I've cooked turkeys before, always in an oven bag in a big roasting pan.  However, I don't actually own a big roasting pan.  Mom assured me a large cookie sheet would work fine for my 14-pounder, but I had my doubts.  I thawed the turkey from Thursday night until Saturday morning in the refrigerator, and then I took it out this morning and did a water bath in my sink, changing the water and turning the bird every twenty minutes or so.  Once I got the neck loose (ugh!) and the giblet bag out, I threw the turkey in the floured oven bag, poked some holes, threw it all on the cookie sheet, and tossed it in the oven for three hours.

Just a note: the oven bags sort of melt onto the cookie sheets.  Yeah.  BUT! After the turkey cooks completely and the juices spill out of the bag, the plastic bags will peel up if you're careful.  I thought my cookie sheet was ruined, but after a little baking soda scrub, it's good as new!

Three hours later, the turkey was roasted golden brown and the red thermometer spring had popped up, so I gave it another fifteen minutes and then pulled it out.  Well, first I burned myself twice and splashed hot juices on my hand and some of the oven door before I had to yell for The Man to come rescue the turkey from the oven for me.  He says that means he cooked the turkey today since he had to do the last part of it.  Bah.

I let the bird sit and then took it out of the bag, peeled all the skin off (yuck!), and then dissected it once it had cooled a smidge.  I got six quart-sized freezer bags full of turkey, evenly splitting the white and dark meat into each bag since we both like some of each when we eat.  The bags have just enough turkey for a pot of soup or a substantial serving of meat as part of a meal.  The juices are all cooling in the fridge in a covered mason jar so they can be skimmed, thinned, and then frozen as stock.

Meanwhile, I attempted to make myself a pair of pajama pants.  That was a complete failure.  I also did two more loads of laundry, set up the Christmas tree, and cleaned the kitchen (six times).

A lot of work to cook a bird, but it sure will taste good with cornbread and broccoli tonight! :)

Friday, November 26, 2010

Black Friday Fun

After a delightful Thanksgiving with my parents, sister and brother-in-law, and aunt yesterday, The Man and I ventured out to Michael's craft store for their Thanksgiving Day sale.  To say that we were underwhelmed doesn't even come close.  We went to bed at a decent hour and got up at 5:30am today to go out and score big.  We scored more like small-to-medium than "big."

See, there's a racket.  And it's stupid.  Michael's usually has pretty good sales on some of their stuff.  They regularly mark their scrapbooking supplies 40%-off.  They usually have beads 30%-off.  Their seasonal stuff is almost always at least 40-50%-off.  Several days before Thanksgiving, I received my coupons for Michael's big holiday sale and planned out what I wanted from what is usually on sale.  But when we went into the store with our 30%-off-total-purchase-including-sale-items coupon, I quickly realized that nothing was on sale.  Nothing was marked down two cents.  It will actually save me more money to wait on the one or two items I wanted when I can use my 40%-off-single-item coupon that I regularly get than it would have to spend anything last night.  When a store says "sale," I expect a sale, not a gimmick.  False advertising, I tell ya.  We didn't even buy anything!

This morning was actually not that bad.  We started with the sock sale at Freddy's.  The Man picked out a new style, and I got my standard favorites for just about $2/pair (over half-off).  We each got 12 pairs, so you can do the math, but it is enough for us to go almost two weeks without doing laundry and last another year.  We hadn't purchased new socks since before we got married, so we'd really been waiting on this sale!

Next, we hopped over to JoAnn's where we were horrified by the crafters loading up carts with twenty, thirty, maybe even fifty bolts to get the huge discounts on yardage.  I seriously thing one lady had more than fifty bolts.  Those of us with a meager two or three were not exactly thrilled about being behind that lady in line.  Oh, and the lines!  They have three cutting counters, so we queued up in three lines.  The employees kept making snide comments about how people should be making one line, but they weren't actually telling anyone to move.  There were no signs, no lines on the floor, no motions or gesture to indicate where to line up.  I didn't exactly feel much sympathy for their "problem."  I managed to find the BOGO machine quilting threads and some notions, and I got some pretty flannel fabric to make my own pajama pants all for $15.

We popped into GameStop but didn't buy anything, and then we mosied over to Staples where The Man treated himself to a brand new desk chair.  After the mail-in rebates, we will only have paid $30 for the black manager's chair.  It will be the first desk chair he's ever owned that wasn't a hand-me-down falling apart disaster, and it is super comfortable.  If my chair wasn't in as good of condition and the rebate was limited to one per household, I might have jumped at the deal!  Alas, I shall suffer with my bigger, still nicer, more powerful manager's chair. ;)

And we were home eating cinnamon rolls by 8:00am.  I then took a nap.  It was a good nap. :)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Hooray for Snow Days!

I took a snow day yesterday.  The driveway was frozen over, and I couldn't get my car door opened, so I stayed home where it was safe and dry and moderately warm.  And I finished another quilting project!

Today was almost as good as yesterday.  I went to work at 8am like usual, but alerts soon went out that OSU had a fire someone on campus in the steam tunnels or something, so more than half of campus was shut down.  My building was not directly effected, so I didn't have much hope for leaving early.  Around 11am another alert went around saying more and more buildings were being shut down and, finally, the entire campus was being shut down.  Classes cancelled, work ceased, and I went home.

So let's do a quick run-down, shall we?  I worked eight hours on Monday, took Tuesday as a snow day (vacation), worked four hours today and get paid for the four hours the university was closed without having to use any leave.  I get Thursday and Friday as paid holidays.  12 hours of work, 8 hours of vacation, 20 hours of paid leave not coming out of my pocket.  Not bad for one week.  --- I just don't want to hear any comments about being a state employee in a cushy job, k?  My job is NOT taxpayer funded.

The Man and I scooted over to Borders tonight with our 50%-off coupons and each got a book super cheap.  We're about ready for a long couch session with our blankeys and books and tea.  It's totally a snuggly night as the last of the snow disappears.

Monday, November 22, 2010

How to Remove Fusible Web from an Iron

Why on earth would I write such a tutorial, you ask?  Experience.  Entirely too much experience earned this weekend.

In addition to plumbing and heating issues (lucky me), I also managed to attempt ironing fusible webbing glue side up.  I only had three pieces to iron, and the first two went perfectly.  The last piece just stuck to the iron something awful.  When I pulled the paper away from the hot iron, all I could see was a velveteen finish of melted glue.

I figured the iron--a nice one, but not an expensive one--was done for.  With Christmas coming up, I wasn't terribly heartbroken, but I really do like the iron I have.  Pfft.

I popped onto the Internet to research solutions to my sticky mess.  One person suggested acetone.  Another person suggested lighter fluid.  Neither option do I own.  I don't wear nail polish and don't play with fire (ha!), so I had to try something I do have.  I started with Goo Gone.  Total and complete failure.  So, covered in greasy orange goo, I let the iron cool completely.  I broke out my handy-dandy razor blade (just a regular straight blade, the rectangle kind with the oval in the middle) and put it at a sharp angle to the iron's surface.  Thankfully I bought a stainless steel iron rather than a teflon one... but would fusible web have stuck to the teflon?  Blah.  I shaved the majority of the glue off the iron lickety-split.  I didn't know what to use for the last little bits, so I figured either rubbing alcohol or vinegar ought to work, right?  At least the iron will be sterile if not still gluey.  I tried vinegar first, and as luck would have it, it worked!  A little white vinegar on an old rag and some elbow grease cleaned 'er right up no problem.

So now you know.  And I know.  And let's just say we're never going to let that happen again, m'kay?

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Apartment Repair Karma

Every apartment has its own unique quirks.  Our last apartment had a management quirk--that was fun.  Our current apartment seemed delightful and quirk-free until this weekend.  If it could go wrong, it did.

Saturday night, the toilet became plugged.  Never mind who did it--we both need to eat more fiber to be sure--it happened.  We both gave plunging a go, a go, and a go again, until we finally realized that our black rubber plunger was completely useless.  By that point, both of my hands were raw.  The water would drain, but slowly and never completely.  After a shower and some research online, we determined we should buy a new plunger, one that would actually flex and bend and work.  We hopped over to Home Depot and grabbed one of those little red plungers, the kind that flex really well and are super cheap.  Obviously the non-flex rubber kind didn't work, so maybe this kind would, right?  Well... it did end up creating much better suction and did help out a lot, but by the time we went to bed (three hours later), I had a blister and could hardly straighten back up after being hunched over the plunger.  We hoped a good long "soak" overnight would help things along.  This morning was no different than last night: partial flush, slow drain, no luck.  We could put liquid waste in the toilet, just nothing solid.  I finally had to go around 3pm and determined to give 'er one more good plunge session before we called in the apartment emergency line to have it fixed.  The toilet flushed just fine.  Best sound I've heard all weekend!

And then there was the wall heater.  Anyone familiar with modern apartments knows the joy of Cadet heaters.  They're these useless little holes in the wall that heat is supposed to blow out of, but my experience is something more like a useless little hole that just blows warmish air and costs me a lot of money.  Well it's finally getting cold outside, and our delightful apartment was a tropical 62 degrees inside when we got home from Salem last night.  I was so cold, I had to curl up with two blankets between plunging sessions.  I was worried the toilet was going to freeze before we got it unclogged.  So I turned on the wall heater in the living room.  The elements inside the heater starting glowing red-hot immediately, and there was a burning smell quickly thereafter.  I knew a fan was supposed to kick on to blow the hot air, and nothing happened.  It was pretty scary.  We turned the heater off and figured we'd just tell the maintenance guy on Monday (when we're supposed to get snow!).  But this afternoon, we were under 60 degrees inside.  We were cold.  I figured, what the heck, if it works it works, right?  So I turned the wall heater on again.  No red coils.  The fan kicked on right away.  All is well.

Holy freakin' crap.

So the toilet is fixed and the wall heater is fixed and our overall comfort has increased considerably since last night.  I pulled a muscle and wore a blister from plunging a toilet this weekend.  Yeah.

How was your weekend?

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Quilt Ideas!

I know I said I'd take a long break from all the quilting and crafting now that the quilt for our bed is done, but I can't stand not having a project.  The Man and I went up to Salem today to see his parents.  He went on up to Portland with his father, and I stuck around with his mother.  She has a huge craft room and quilting books up to the ceiling, so I browsed her selection.  I think I borrowed five patterns to try out, most all of them smaller projects.  I'm definitely not ready for a huge project quite yet, but a good weekend project would help me learn things and maybe get the walls covered a bit better.  We had a great day.

Tomorrow?  Quilting! of course.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Why no Normal Shirts, Fashion World?

The Man and I made a quick trip to Salem this evening.  We popped into JC Penney to look for a few things, one of which was a new button-down shirt for me.  I'm talking normal oxford shirt.  Long-sleeved, buttons from the neck to the bottom hemline, simple.  Easy.  Apparently also impossible to find.

It's not hard to find 3/4-length sleeves.  It's not hard to find a bunch of annoying gathers or added details or gold-flecked fabric.  It's also very common to see a shirt that cannot be buttoned together at the top (the highest button is somewhere between the collarbone and a deep plunging V).  Why is it so hard to make a whole shirt these days?

I just want a shirt with no missing parts.  Full-length sleeves.  Buttons from the top of the collar to the bottom hem.  Darts would be appreciated, otherwise it's basically a men's shirt.  Which I seriously considered buying since men seem to have a whole freakin' wall of exactly what I'm looking for, only it's made for a man and not a woman's curves and that pretty much defeats the whole "attractive cut" thing.

I tell ya.  Shopping sucks.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Among other reasons to leave Facebook in the dust...

One of my husband's friends recently complained in a wall post about how loathsome it is to have to attend or be an attendant in a sibling's wedding. The friend wasn't complaining because she wasn't happy for her sibling or because she disliked the future in-law. This friend complained because the wedding was going to be "long." Specifically, the bride and groom want to have a full Catholic Mass for their wedding.

An hour. A whole hour. Maybe an hour-fifteen if you count the processional, recessional, and receiving line. SUCH a travesty!

Far be it for a couple to want to celebrate their wedding in the presence of God, family, and friends, and to make their faith a central part of the celebration rather than their "love of the outdoors" or their need to show off at some exclusive location. Really? Have we reached a point in our society where the idea of being married in a church is so off-putting that we can publicly humiliate couples who choose to take solemn vows inside one? Have we reached the point where the idea of taking a whole hour to vow your life to another person isn't fast enough? An hour? Really?

A whole hour to pledge your life to another person seems like such a strikingly, astonishingly short amount of time, come to think of it... and our Catholic wedding wasn't even a full Mass. I'm absolutely stunned that another person would have the guts to say it's "too long" or that it's "too boring." It's the beginning of a marriage, a couple hopeful to be together for the rest of their lives: would you rather have it quick and faithless?

I'm so glad I am not on Facebook anymore. I don't think I could handle it.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Christmas Shopping in November

The Man and I decided to start our Christmas shopping very early this year in order to split the cost up a bit.  I was looking at some ads for local stores and realized that yesterday was a shopping day too good to pass up.  Plus I didn't even have to leave town!

We have gifts for all but two people already!  I have two other people who will get a few other smaller things with the gifts we already purchased, but we're nearly done.  In one day.  WOW!

And my sister came over on Friday night so we could craft our Christmas cards together.  I haven't had as much luck with the rubber stamping as I would have liked, but I think the cards can be fixed.  Only 45 left to do... ugh.

I got a good jump on the holiday season, and I saved a bunch on sales yesterday, so I'm happy.  Staying debt-free always makes me very happy!

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Blessed Week Off

Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not about to get a week-long vacation from work anytime soon.  I simply took the entire week off from crafting, creating, cleaning, or doing anything other that existing... and it was really nice!  Of course, I did have to do some cooking, but that wasn't bad either.  I made some incredible chicken last night with a side of rice and celery sticks filled with peanut butter.  PB's a veggie, right?  It comes from a legume...

The Man and I are almost through with season one of our JAG-a-thon.  I begged him to watch two episodes Wednesday night and two more last night so that I could return the DVD to Netflix on Friday and get the next disc by Monday night.  He has a movie for us one night over the weekend, probably some shoot-'em-upper I won't want to watch.

Still no plans to start another quilt, although when I was showing my parents the fabric before I started the last one, Mom made a comment that she has a hard time finding pretty blankets for a king-sized bed.  It would be sort of nice to see a quilt I made on someone else's bed, though I am still getting used to seeing one on my bed that I made!

Our weekend is filling up quickly, but we're hoping to have some down time Sunday evening after some friends come to visit us.  I hope to get some early pre-madness Christmas shopping done at some point, but I just don't know how motivated I'll be after my lazy week.

It feels really good to take time off and do what I want sometimes.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Adventures of Jaggy & The Man

The Man mused to me on the couch last night that if some bigwig movie screenwriter were to write a movie about our lives via the information from my blog, it would be a darn boring movie.  He thinks it would be better written as a comic strip.

I'll get back to you about the comic strip drawing...

But seriously.  If someone made a movie about our lives, even I wouldn't want to watch it.  It would be like watching people watch a movie or watching people play video games.  Yay.

No, really.  A general synopsis of the movie of our daily lives:

Morning: get up and go to work, music montage through the brushing of hair and teeth scene.
Lunch: go home and eat a PB&J sandwich.
Afternoon: complete lack of interesting activity.
Evening: dinner, showers, TV or a movie, reading, blogging, a few chores, and then bedtime.

No climax, no weird plot devices, no symbolism, no awe-inspiring theme music...

I'm really going to have to work on the comic strip though.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Think About It After You Read This

I've had sex on the mind lately, but not like you're thinking.

When was the last time you saw sex portrayed in movies or on TV or even in conversation as anything other than lustful, selfish, overly physical, domineering, fake, or greedy?  Really think about it.  When was the last time you saw sex in the media as a normal occurrence between a husband and wife?  I'm not talking a full-blown action scene, just a casual reference. 

I've never seen nor heard of sex--outside of the textbook-style conversations in school--as anything other than "a duty," a weapon of controlling the other spouse, a shameful act, an immoral urge, or a subject of gossip.  I've never heard of two married people engaging in sex without having fought, begged, or bemoaned about it first.

Because people don't talk about it.  The people in control of the media know that "normal" sex doesn't sell.  Only plastic, airbrushed, model sex sells.  The natural act of intimacy has been so tainted by Hollywood that anything other than 100% perfect interactions is unacceptable.  The MPAA would have me believe that sex is two people kissing, falling onto a bed, and then waking up together.  It's so unacceptable to show marital relations that only limited intimacy can be presented.

Yet it's 100% acceptable to show a man blow another man's CGI head off, squirt fake blood around a room, and then have CSI come in and determine what happened.  It's okay to say the F-word hundreds of times in a movie, but it's not okay to show someone "doing the deed."

I'm not trying to be down on sex.  On the contrary, I'm just wondering why "normal" sex is bad, but our culture is obsessed with it anyway.  We dare not show it in its full glory, but a half-nakkey woman on a billboard is good.  Sex is immoral outside of marriage, so we can't even talk about it with anyone but our spouse, but half of marriages fail, and one of the biggest things couples fight about is sex.  Really?

All I can figure out is that, from the time I was old enough to know what sex was, I've seen all manner of media portrails of unhealthy relationships: what people are doing wrong, what they can do to make their sex lives better, what celebrities are doing about it, and all manner of perverse periphery.  But I've never seen the media actually discuss real sex.  Flabby, squishy, messy, smelly sex complete with failed attempts and dual success and everything in between.

Because we can't talk about it.  That would be bad.  It would be bad to admit that we're human and not perfect and not airbrushed and not censored.  Golly.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

My First "Real" Quilt is Done!

It's done, it's done!  And I have pictures to prove it!  I finished my first queen-size quilt this weekend in a massive 18-hour push.  I worked all day Saturday and half of Sunday to get it finished, and now it's on our bed, nice and cozy.  As you can see, the primary color selection is purple and green.  I tried to prevent it from becoming too feminine, but that didn't work as well as I'd hoped.  The pattern is a modified log cabin, and I pretty much used strips (though I cut every piece myself using a rotary cutter). I machine stitched everything, and tied the quilt rather than actually quilting it.  My little sewing machine was balking at sewing the top pieces together, so I can't imagine trying to roll up half a queen-size blanket and squeezing it through there.  The back is solid white muslin with no seams.  The border is black with some small dark grey swirls on it.  I even mitered the corners of the border.

I learned a lot on this quilt.  First, even though every quilter tells you this, I have to repeat it since I learned the hard way (again): you must cut and sew every piece accurately.  I also learned what a joy a non-bent sewing needle is... d'oh!  I had much better luck quilting with a real quilting needle and machine quilting thread (mercerized cotton) than with cheaper stuff or a generic needle.  And I learned to respect quilters who actually quilt.  It's not an easy job.

I also learned I will never be able to go back to comforters or blankets on my bed.  It's a quilt or bust for me now... *sigh*

I have a couple other pictures on Picasa if you're interested.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Blog Year Retrospective #5

Happy five year blogiversary to me!  Yes, it was five years ago that this experiment began.  I have had more visitors here in the last year than in the previous four combined, so I think the whole blog thing is headed in a good direction. :)

A year ago, I was a very new bride.  I was literally just getting home from my honeymoon when I wrote my annual review.  Married life has been amazing.  We accomplished many "firsts" as it was our first year of marriage.  We had our first compromise, our first Christmas, our first tax season, and our first opportunity to conquer something together (other than wedding planning), among other exciting firsts.  We learned to live on a very tight budget as The Man didn't have a job our first six months.  I'm not talking a date on the town once a month tight, I'm talking potatoes three nights a week with no meat tight.  And we stayed debt-free.  Thankfully he found full-time work, and we've been incredibly blessed to have the opportunities to buy "grown-up" furniture and a brand new car recently... debt, but we replaced a car that hit 500,000 miles.  Yeah.

Apartment life is oh-so-thrilling.  We had difficulty involving a certain air conditioner this year, not with the unit itself but with the apartment management who were a treat to work with (not).  After much thought, we decided to move at the end of the summer.  Now we have more space--our space, not mine-and-he-moved-in-with-me-space--and we pay less money, plus it's much quieter.  Did I mention bigger?  WAY bigger?  Yeah.

Being married sure did cut down on some of our other hobbies.  We haven't danced much at all, and aside from a trip to the coast one weekend, we didn't have many real adventures (blah!).  Blogging has become a regular, routine part of my life, sometimes a chore and sometimes enjoyable.  I didn't have too many funny moments that were blog-worthy, nor did I have many astounding life lessons that I shared here.  I turned into one of those boring married people in less than a year!

Sure, I ranted a lot (just ask The Man), and I did get a fancy new camera this year that allowed me to take some wonderful pictures including my sister's engagement and wedding photos.  I didn't make any huge leaps and bounds with my faith this year, but I'm not worried.  I'm working on that strong, silent type of faith, the kind I've always respected the most.  (It's the "silent" part I keep having trouble with! HA!)

I've had quite a year learning to cook for two instead of one!  I started meal planning so that we didn't eat pasta every other night.  I scoured the Internet for new and exciting recipes.  I even invented some of my own recipes and shared them on my bloggy.  Oddly, I didn't cook any really bad meals our first year--oh no, that was last Friday night, and we're just not going to talk about it, k?  And I did not gain fifteen pounds in our first year of marriage (so there, evil genetics).

Most notably, aside from the whole "marriage" thing, I've indulged in one particular hobby this year.  I crafted in earnest.  I am a practical crafter, so the vast majority of the stuff I made I'm using now.  I threw together a few smaller items, and I finished my first quilt this summer.  I attended a craft retreat with my mother-in-law.  I even had to set up a crafting budget lest I go crazy and try to make everything all at once!

It's hard to summarize all that I've done and learned in the first year of marriage, so I don't think I'll attempt it now.  Know that we're happy and healthy, working hard (both of us--full time, hallelujah!), and thankful for incredible families and friends.  Who knows what the next year will bring: joy, sadness, challenges, victories, or changes.  I'm a little bit scared and a whole lot excited to find out.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Quilting Mayhem

I've been working like a crazy person trying to get my quilt done.  Unfortunately I didn't spend as much time as I wanted on it on my birthday day off this week as I felt guilty for not having my family's calendars done yet, but such is life.  The calendars are much closer to being done, and I'm still kicking on the quilt.

If I can sew a strip onto each block tonight, iron it, and sew another piece, and then iron, sew the last pieces, and iron tomorrow morning, I can probably get the top pieced and the trim on by the end of the day.  Hopefully I'll get it turned, too, so that all I have to do Sunday morning is tie it.

I am thinking I'll probably end up getting it all done Sunday night, realistically, but that won't make me happy.  I have lots of other things that need to be done that take up time as well.  Maybe I can make The Man do the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning...

Yeah, yeah, that sounds like the perfect way to spend a weekend: I quilt, The Man does chores.  HA!

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Birthday Vacation

I'm taking tomorrow, my birthday, off.  After Monday's daytime nightmare-that-shall-not-be-shared, going to work this morning was quite a stretch.  But I did it.  And I'm taking tomorrow off.

And I'm quilting all day long.  If I work hard, I think I can get the piecing done.  That leaves sewing the pieces together and stitching the back bolt-widths together once I actually decide and buy that fabric.  I already have the batting.  Need to get the yarn/floss to do the tying, and maybe a curved needle just to be "official," but that's little stuff.

If I really push myself, there's a possibility my quilt could be done this weekend.  A remote possibility.  But I'm hopeful.

And I get my birthday off from work.  Hallelujah!