Quilt Room Views & Another Basket

My "ironing board" for blocks as they are constructed.   Scrapbook pages to-do are in the plastic "project" bags on the shelf below.   This ironing station was designed specifically for me so it fits my height.  

Behind it is my "project board" -- a 61"x36" bulletin board.  

  

On the opposite wall is the closet, which holds my fabric stash, a window and my quilt and scrapbooking books. 

The short chair is one my children had; it's basket holds CDs.  The taller chair, my Grandfather's highchair (he was a very small baby),  holds a basket of plastic templates.   



Buddies

Baskets, continued

This basket holds my 2010-11 quilt magazines.  After a year they are put in date order and placed in a storage drawer.  Several years ago I went through a decade of quilt magazines, clipped the articles / projects I wanted to keep and tossed the remains.   

This year I decided not to renew any magazines, quilting or scrapbooking.  There's so much now available on the Internet.  And if there's a special project or article I want,  that issue can be purchased at a local shop or on line.

There's no point in having a fabric or magazine stash if you can't find what you are looking for.  To be easily used, both need to be organized and managed -- which includes weeding out. 

Orphan Blocks

Orphan Blocks are quilt blocks left over from a project -- blocks that did not make it into a finished quilt for one or another reason.  Sometimes I do a "test" block using scraps in colors that won't be in the finished project. 

This is my basket of Orphan Blocks.  Some day they will make it into a scrappy baby quilt for the local Battered Women's Center.

I like baskets; another one holds 2010 quilt magazines while a 3rd one holds 2010 scrapbooking magazines.  With so much inspiration and information on the Internet, I am letting my magazine subscriptions expire.  If there's a special issue I want, I can pick it up at the local quilt shop. 

Dream quilts in Technicolor

If you dream about quilts, the dream has to be in color and this one was.  I was in the back seat of a station wagon, sitting between my Mom and a woman I did not know.  Another woman, also a stranger, was driving, but she was a quilter. 

In the front passenger seat was a pile of quilts & the cargo area was also full of quilts -- bright, colorful quilts in a simple square patch pattern. They were charity quilts. 

We were driving to a symphony at the Bushnell; haven't been there in decades and I'm a ballet fan, not a symphony person, so that was strange too.  

If I'm dreaming of quilts, guess It's time for the Coach-potato Lady of Blizzard 2011 to become Quilt Lady. 

Can a Senior Pout?



I know these are out there in the flower bed near the kitchen door --  but according to the forecast they will again be buried under that horrid 'S" word . 

Enough already Mother Nature! 

I want to put our the spring quilts and enjoy the spring flowers.  Maybe I'll live it  up and treat myself to a pot from the grocery store.  Sounds like a good plan to banish my weather pout. 

For today I'll rejoin the fur balls and curl up on the couch. 



Grumble and Sputter

Unlike my two "bossses' I didn't spend this morning having a post-breakfast nap.

I spent it working on the 2009 IRS return -- should be simple for a senior citizen who doesn't support Wall Street, right? Hah!  And I can't even claim those two snoozers as dependents.  Usually there's a quilt folded across the couch top that they can snooze on, but they seem to be "roughing it" ok.  After a mid-afternoon cup of coffee I'm joining them with my Kindle.  Enjoying a cozy mystery set in Glory, North Carolina.