Family, flowers, face masks...the little things in life

A rose from the new bushes

 

A beautiful moth Rich discovered this morning.
 Look at those markings.

I haven't been sewing very much of late. Between enjoying the beautiful weather and the yard, dealing with being quarantined, and making masks (yes, sewing but not my fav), the days are flying by. 

My new issue of Quiltfolk,
dedicated to Louisiana quilters

The children do occasionally visit, but we are keeping social distancing alive in the back yard. And of course, we visit Rich's mom daily, but again social distances have become the norm. 

New tee-shirts that a wonderfully talented friend 
delivered to my mailbox. 
Social distancing means not visiting as usual.

I've been walking more while it's cool enough to be out-of-doors. I took these pictures of the slough down the hill from our house on one of those excursions. 

And those masks! Thus far I've made and mailed four to my sister Laura, donated 10 to the local nursing home, and have two ready to mail to my niece who cannot find completely black masks for her flight attendant job. 

Happy birthday little reader!

And the most heartbreaking of all: this little guy turned one Sunday and we could not attend his birthday party. Family who live close by drove to their house and sang happy birthday from their cars. We did so via Skype. 

My fear is that they littlest ones will forget who we are if the quarantine lasts as long as projected. I guess it just means we'll have to make up for lost time by spending lots of time with them when CoVid-19 is in the past.

Please keep safe distances of six or more feet from others, even the ones you love. We can beat this pandemic with time, distance, and clean hands. 

Sunday Quilt Inspiration: C L O C K S

from "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot

There will be time, there will be time 

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 

There will be time to murder and create, 

And time for all the works and days of hands 

That lift and drop a question on your plate; 

Time for you and time for me, 

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 

And for a hundred visions and revisions, 

Before the taking of a toast and tea. 

"J Alfred Prufrock" is one of my favorite poems. Its depth is such that I find something new with each read, and I've taught it surely over 100 times over the years. It is truly a classic that is timeless (pun intended).

And so, a few quilts inspired by clocks (possibly)...

Enjoy your quilting time this week!

Sunday Quilt Inspiration: T I M E

Yes, Time!  Because my time is so far off it's shocking that I haven't missed any appointments.  (It helps that I don't have many.)

And, oddly, a few clock quilts.  Mostly these are clocks with quilted background because, really, who can sleep with clock in the bed?  Isn't it enough to have the thing ticking away on the nightstand?

I have to admit, though, that the idea of quilting fabric and then turning that into a clock is intriguing and artful.  I'd gladly hang any of them in the studio or the house.  What about you?  Can you envision a quilted clock in your studio space?

Sunday Quilt Inspiration: T I M E

Time is a big concern for me right now.  I'm late posting this; I'm racing to workshops; I have school work screaming at me; and several quilts whispering sweet nothings.  Well, they were whispering....since I'm not home at the moment, I have no idea what they're doing. They could be crying for all I know.  


I've almost convinced myself that if I make a couple of tops, I'll be able to load one on the long-arm and get a little bit of a "stitchin' fix" in the afternoons.  

replace "things" with "quilts"

To add to the time crunch I feel, there are the important things: my husband, my children, the grands, friends, puppies, house, garden.  They all deserve my time and attention to varying degrees.  And like everyone else, I cannot forget myself--a nap, a movie, a good book, a trip, a quilt.