Sunday, March 6, 2011 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

An artistic tornado

That’s what someone called me on twitter when I posted how much stuff I’d done in the last couple days. I can’t help it; I had to run with it.

Since last weekend with the igloo, I’ve been quilting. Not so much sewing tops, but getting over the creative hump and *quilting*.

Oh, and I painted two coats of beige on the new bedroom walls.

So, that helped – even though it was tiring – and the one quilt I was working on became drudgery, so I bagged it up and set it aside and told myself I had two small project to quilt, and it would be easier without stuff all over my table.

And it was!

Really, it’s mostly mental. I discovered a few things:

– you can make your own rules
– machine quilting freehand / free style is SUPER FUN
– perfect only counts in competitions

By own rules, I mean this – you usually do all the quilting then bind, right? On the pink baby quilt, I did all the straight quilting, then I bound it, and then? I went back and did the free-motion quilting.

WHOA.

Then on Friday I tackled the border to the blue Christmas wall hanging mom pieced for me, and I did swirls and snowflakes. I had drawn it on there with my chalk pencil, because I was inspired and thought it would look good. It did, but not near as good as when it was done!

Shelley told me the loop-de-loos I was doing both on the pink quilt and between flakes, was one of the things beginners find difficult. I thought it was easy, once you get the hang of machine quilting and the feeling of guiding your fabric through the machine counter to everything else you have ever been taught.

Then I got to thinking I should get some small projects worked on, because now my perspective isn’t fear of quilting, it’s that each quilt is practice. And my mistakes are someone else’s “you made this FOR ME???” I bought a small table topper pattern and made it while super was cooking, and a bit after supper. on Saturday I quilted it while Ron made pancakes for lunch.

I also made two runners from striped / border fabric. I’d seen the pattern at the quilt shop, thought it was super-easy, came home & looked it up online, then just… figured it out from the picture.

I also laid out another baby quilt, cut 40 white-on-white blocks to go with the 40 4″ pastel 30’s prints and stuck it on my design wall.

Then today I gathered fabric, printed off instructions, and free-pieced an airplane block. On top of that, I folded & put away about 6 loads of laundry.

The only down side to all this creativity is that it is probably a side-effect of having a stagnant boring to-do list for my work. If only I could switch. :-/ Just for a little bit.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

World’s biggest igloo

Also, on Sunday we drove up to Grand Falls, met my BFF Rebecca and her family there, and visited what shall hopefully soon be declared the World’s Biggest Igloo.

Ron kept looking at it and saying technically, it was an ice igloo. They didn’t built it right. (I agreed.)

But I digress! First, we met up at Tim Horton’s cuz duh, why not? Also, we did not know exactly where the igloo would be, because seriously – how hard can it be to find an igloo over 5 meters high, in a small town like Grand Falls??

So, we sat there in timmy’s and chatted up a storm for a bit, until the kids got restless. Glen said his dad had come to see it and said it was behind the high school or something, out by the car dealerships. Ron knew where that was and we’d follow them.

We drove over to the other side of town, down off the highway. Ooo, a new building, nice. What was it? I dunno, looked busy though. We drove down the road, and further down until Glen pulled over.

“You see anything?” Nope, didn’t see a thing. So Ron says maybe it’s the other way. We drive the other way for a while, get almost back into town. Nope, not there either.

Apparently it’s hard to find! Who knew??

So Glen calls his dad (the miracles of cellular technology).

That nice shiny building we passed? Was the new arena. Where the igloo is. In the back parking lot, blocked by the building itself.

We oohed and ahhed and when my low-battery camera was handed over to someone to take our picture, a crowd showed up and we all politely waited for each other. Cuz that’s what Canadians do. And my camera batteries ran completely out.

But we soldiered on and in. In some ways, it was smaller than expected. the inside was.. ethereal. neat. Friggin’ COLD. Colder than outside. And the floor was ice with a half-hearted attempt at sanding in place.

We stood int he exact center to hear the echoing acoustics. Freaky. Ron was at the wall and we could barely hear him. Yet our own voices sounded like we were in a bucket. (a very cold bucket) Handily enough, the blocks of ice used for the walls let enough light in.

The kids mostly ran around after each other, then played the shortest laziest game of tag ever while standing next to each other. Meaghan went and sat in the car.

Rebecca took our picture, because as she says, it’s kinda her job to follow us around the globe and take pictures of us kissing.

We were really glad to get back in the car.

(Short conversation while in the igloo:

Rebecca: “Just think, Brian is at DisneyWorld right now. Wearing shorts.”

Me: “I hate him”. (not really, but still))

I also had fun tweeting from inside the igloo (the reception was good) and reading the responses. 😀

Tuesday, March 1, 2011 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

Emma and the Lego

Emma, as you may have gathered, has been obsessed with Lego and immersing herself in it pretty much daily. I get to hear about new sets arriving, what’s up with the Lego website, new characters, what awesome play value it has (no really, she used those words) and sometimes it leads to other things.

Lego animation? Check.

Lego bible stories re-enacted with Star Wars Lego.

Even her Star Wars interest is pretty much Lego based.

She’s off taking pictures again, because of this site. We had a conversation how it was okay to basically copy what the other guy was doing, because in doing so, you were not “copying”, but learning the techniques yourself.

I’m also subjected to the occasional rants:

How the brick show host mis-pronounced the name of a Clone Wars character.

How Nick Jr or YTV (one of them) had too many Lego ads plastered all over the site and did Lego know about this? It seemed overly commericalized.

How the Lego aisle at our big box grocery store is labeled “Boy’s toys”. (I had to speak to a clerk about that.)

I suppose this is par for the course, for us and our children. I’m just writing it down before I forget. And for when I forget.