Archive for May, 2008
Hardly! If you don’t like hand applique, you probably haven’t tried Invisible Applique. It’s a “needle turn” ladder stitch where the thread is completely hidden.
I’ll be teaching a workshop in Flint, Michigan on June 28th in my @Home Classroom called “A New Way To Piece: Applique.” In the morning you’ll learn how to applique with Invisible Applique and in the afternoon I’ll teach you how to hand piece with it! WHY?! Because the stitch is really a running stitch sewn inside-out! You stitch from the RIGHT SIDE, your intersections will meet perfectly (because you can see what they’ll look like before you sew them) and the finished product is indistinguishable from traditional hand piecing. Besides, it’s way fun!
Can’t make it to Flint? Try the next best thing, your very own copy of Invisible Applique.
Sandra Hatch, editor of Quilter’s World magazine and the ever popular Quilter’s World e-Newsletter mentioned the Alzheimer’s Art Quilt Initiative in todays e-Newsletter. How cool is THAT?! And just in time for the June 1st quilt auction.
Congratulations to Konny Carran Rosette, Jannett Caldwel, and Paula Foerder for having their quilts selected to accompany the news article about the Alzheimer’s Art Quilt Initiative by editor Sandra Hatch.
Thanks to Susan Griffith of Carthage, MO for sharing this photograph she took at her work place. (I’m really glad she thought it was funny.)
For more idiotic signs, and a good laugh, visit “What Were They Thinking?!“
Each night when I go to bed I set my cell phone on the nightstand and wonder if it will ring during the night. Except last night; I just went to bed. I got “the call” at 12:45am and made it to Mom’s room as the ambulance crew was trying to figure out how to move her from the floor by her bed onto the transport. She was sound asleep, resting after taking a tumble, presumably on the way to the bathroom. We’ll never know what happened as she is unable to tell us, having forgotten what happened almost as soon as it did. Aides found her yelling for help during a room check.
As soon as the paramedics attempted to move her onto a backboard to lift her onto the transport they got an earful of expletives. Mom has always been a colorful curser. There’s very little meat on her 98-pound frame. I’m sure the cold, hard plastic backboard was uncomfortable at best, and she let them know it. I rode with the ambulance to the hospital hyper-conscious of every pothole.
We dodged the bullet this time. X-rays showed no broken bones. Mom slept through most of the ordeal, and I was home in bed again just after dawn.
White at the ER she had her blood pressure taken once, got a shot, and tried to climb out of bed twice sticking both legs through the bed rails. Backing her up was no easy task as she was on a mission to complete the errand that landed her in this fun house in the first place. She used the bed pan twice, received a series of x-rays, and finally demonstrated that even at 4 am, awakened from a sound sleep, with morphine sloshing through her veins and people supporting her on both arms, that she could still ambulate proving that she could be discharged. Total time elapsed: 4 and 1/2 hours. I can’t wait to see the bill.
Not a single person we encountered bothered to identify themselves to us. I still don’t know if the person who discharged us was the doctor or part of the cleaning crew. To keep Mom calm, I spoke to her very slowly and in an extra soft voice and asked the ER staff to do the same. No matter how well I modeled the desired behavior, nor how often I reminded them that her hearing was probably better than theirs, they insisted on speaking at such a ridiculously high volume it was almost comical. They did not take direction well.
Mom, on the other hand really did a great job. In addition to soldiering through all the painful poking and prodding while being totally clueless as to where she was and why she was there, tried to do everything that was asked of her. In fact she even tried to do everything that wasn’t asked of her. She answered almost every page that came over the public address system, jolting herself awake to answer, “OK, just a minute, be right there.”
This is Audrey Arno’s 8″ x 11.25″ Priority: Alzheimer’s Quilt called “Jessica’s House.” It is the 2,500th Priority: Alzheimer’s Quilt I have had the pleasure to receive. These very small quilts, named for the urgent need for Alzheimer’s funding and because they will go to their new home in a cardboard USPS Priority mailer, are the main fundraising arm of the Alzheimer’s Art Quilt Initiative (AAQI). The AAQI was founded in 2006 to raise awareness and fund research.
Audrey pledged to raise $1,000 from quilts she donates to the AAQI. So far she’s donated 75 quilts and raised over $3,000. Congratulations Audrey for this incredible milestone! I am so grateful to you and to all the quilters who are threading their needles to make a difference in this world.
These little quilts are only $30 a pop, first come/first served. This one is #2440 and you’ll find it at the bottom of the page with some of Betty’s other work.
All profits from the sale of these little works of art will be used to fund Alzheimer’s research. The Alzheimer’s Art Quilt Initiative (AAQI) has already donated more than $150,000 to research, more than two thirds of which came from the auction and sale of small quilts like this.
I founded the AAQI because my mother has Alzheimer’s. If you’d like to thread your needle for our cause, we welcome your participation.
I gave up cooking, but I still like to eat. Kris Johnston took me to Walker Brothers for brunch on the way to the airport yesterday and suggested I order mini-version of their famous German Pancake called The Dutch Baby. Oh my goodness! Quoting from the menu, “it’s a thin and delicate plate-filling oven-baked pancake dusted with powdered sugar and served with lemon on the side.” It was as big as my head, a huge crater with 3″ walls, and filled with bananas and strawberries for only $2.95 additional. And light as a feather. I ate the whole thing. I’ve had mayonnaise on French fries (Holland) and salt on grapefruit (my husband’s favorite), but never lemon on pancakes. It was fabulous. Six great locations in metro Chicago. No, I don’t own stock but I’m considering it. I hear they have a mean Apple Pancake too, but I’m not messing with success.