I was on a quilting binge when I was off line. First for my 3 great nieces, especially the newest one. So many quilts were made that my niece very politely said NO MORE at least until they have a house. But I just couldn't stop. Fortunately I was able to sell the last 4 I made.
Here they are, 3 pink and 1 not. Front and back. All 4 are lap size quilts. Blocks left over from the front are included in the back and each quilt has a personalized label. Each quilt is washed and dried several times to get them nice and soft and to give them a crunchy vintage look.
I retired and that's one thing that happened since I've been gone.
And the girls are very excited about it. Well I'm sure they'll be very excited once they wake up. Pretty sure anyway. Well ok so they probably won't care.
A lot has happened since I've been gone. There's been births and deaths. I have a newly minted great niece.
There's been a 2nd operation on my foot to fix what the first surgeon did, cataract surgery on both eyes (I forgotten how bright colors can be) and hearing aids (I'm sure my neighbors are happy about the lower sounds coming from my TV). I can actually get a hearing dog now but I don't think Gracie would like that idea. Violet would just sleep through it.
And I have a new car thanks to a really bad 19 yr old driver (she didn't pay for it but caused me getting it). She went through a red light, hit me, caused me to swerve away from on coming traffic and roll over. My surgeon said that if this didn't disconnect my broken collarbone then nothing would. Very comforting. I stopped being angry. That's what karma's for.
I'll just post my new drawings here until I get a hang of the new flickr and restart my Etsy store.
So I'm back and I hope you'll come back too. Lot's of drawings and quilts to come.
My mom died on Monday. She looked more at rest than she had in a long time. We promised her that she wouldn't have to go in to a hospital or hospice but could stay at home. So the hospital bed was in the living room facing the patio window and the blue sky. The morphine and other meds kept her painfree and asleep for the last 2 weeks.
The funeral is on Friday and she'll be with my dad. When they first moved here over 20 years ago they went for a drive. When they came back I said so what did you guys do today? Oh we bought plots. Everything is paid for. Well that's nice. And we bought one for you too. Ok, that's nice.
I think this picture is the last time we ever really got along. But almost every Sunday after my dad died I'd go to lunch with her. And when she didn't want to leave the apt anymore I went there. So when I cry now I think it mostly for me. Her pain is gone. Only now there's no where to go on Sundays.
It's been an interesting 6 months here in beautiful Florida. Let's see - last Nov I had a temporal biopsy of both arteries. Not so bad only out of work for a week.
And then I joined a $10 a month gym whose name should synonymous with You get what you pay for. Hence the title of this post and the little drawing below.
So this is what you look like when the treadmill throws you off because some idiot leaves the treadmill running when they get off or the treadmill malfunctions and starts on it's own. And when you join a gym where the machines are so close together that you have to get on from the back and it's so dark you can't tell if the treadmill is moving. And where they don't have any automatic shut off.
You get a broken collarbone, orthopedic surgeons, insurance deductibles, llots of pain pills, no sleep, short term disability, an aide that insurance doesn't pay for so she only comes every other day which means I can only shower and change clothes every other day!
oh yes sireee, life has been very interesting lately.
And the lesson learned is - stay home and get flabby. it's probably healther.
Yes I'm still drawing here but not posting much. Here's a few:
This one is my dad. He was a really dandy in his day. This is from a bw photo before he went into the army. He must have been 21 or so. He went right through boot camp only to be discharged for 4F for a heart murmur. You'd think they would have found out before boot camp. Came home, married my mom and went to Baltimore to build ships for the navy.
I bought my dotta riffic pens on ebay a few years. Big thick pens, lots of ink. Apparently, they will last forever. After all, they're only dots.
Last night there was a memorial service for my sister in law's mother. The apt was packed with people. 10 grandchildren, their wives, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends and 3 great grandchildren. If you live on through your children, then Bea is going to be around for a very long time. My little paper quilt is dedicated to Bea.