What colors have you been pinning? I'm going with gray and a soft blue because I have to choose colors for our bedroom so that we can finish the bathroom. Since I'd like the two to coordinate, I have to decide now. Ah, the stress!
These soft, bluish grays seem to be winning out. I'd like for the room to have a calm, neutral feel so that I can change out quilts on occasion. I have several that we use in the camper, but because they don't fit in the bedroom decor, I've never put them on our bed. That is about to change.
So I'm late with Pin It Weekly, but that's been my life all week. Sorry. Enjoy your pinning!
There are many posts that need to be written, but it seems that though I completed a piece, I haven't shown it to you. So I'm using it as my finish for the week. Otherwise, I'll have to show you the holes in the walls, again. The only thing about those is that the pros are finished creating the holes. Not very interesting.
The story begins back in June as we were preparing for our trip across the Southwest. I teased you with this little snippet. I finished hand-quilting the piece on the way home and let it languish while I thought about what to do next. Then sometime in August or September, I decided to take another look and mounted the piece on a frame that Richard built specifically for this piece.
But I wasn't crazy about it. I kept thinking it wanted something else, but it wouldn't say what that something was. Eventually I set it aside and moved on to other projects. Leta, my friend who taught art before we retired, came by. We've been friends long enough that we're quite at home when we're together, so she doesn't mind looking around at my stuff. And commenting on my work. All of which is done with great love and encouragement.
She ran across "this piece leaning up on the wall" and couldn't seem to get enough of it. When I told her a bit about it, she loved my concept. In short, she sold me on my own piece! Yes, the more she liked it, the more I felt confident that it really is the art piece that I intended. Don't you love good friends?
Do you remember that our middle son's family is living with us because their house got sick with mold and essentially died? Remember that they had to leave and abandon everything? Our house is under reconstruction, yep, mold. We had a water leak, the water seeped into a wall, the wall soaked up the water, mold stuck it's dirty hands in our house. Eventually we discovered the water and began the search for the source. But that was after the wall had sponged up all it could take. The gaping holes in my bathroom, closet and foyer match the concrete floor. Water seep under the floor in the corner between the toilet and tub. How does that happen? Anyway that spot was super-icky. In a flash the kids were gone, piled into their SUV like sardines and working to find a place for the night. Poor little Marley was in tears until all of her dolls were safely in the car. Ella, of Elf on the Shelf fame, had to stay since no one could touch her, but she found Marley later that night, so no doll succumbed to the mold.
Anyway we called in the pros and they have been quite helpful. Thus far they've dried out the walls, torn out the sheetrock that was molded, and made several calls to the insurance and environmental guy who is to tell us how sick our house really is. Right now, there are huge dryers (humidifiers) that are keeping the house warm and toasty in this cold wet weather we're getting.
Richard and I have relocated to our camper and are pretty comfortable. Adam, Jen and Marley have borrowed Will's family camper and made themselves at home. It's bigger than the two bedrooms in our house where they've lived for a year now. There's a slide-out for the living area and two in the "bunk house" which Marley claimed for her dolls. So I think they are going to be okay as well.
Richard and I don't need as much space. That is, until workers begin installing sheet rock. That dust may put me out of the house entirely. Right now clothes are draped over chairs and benches. I was forced to take everything out of the closet, so today I went through every piece and made smart choices. Some sentimental things have even found their way into the donation box: graduation gowns, a suit our boys wore for weddings when they were small, pieces I really liked. I'm trying to figure out how to contain the dust and grime that are always present during construction. At least, how to keep some of it off clothing, books, and surfaces. I'm also trying to put a positive spin on this minor disaster. It's just a few rooms and I get to redesign our very small master bath and closet. Richard has been very helpful in that regard. He assures me it won't take very long since he can hire Adam's guys, and our boys will pitch in as well. "We help each other in this family," he reminds me. Ah yes, family. We have family to lean on, and that is enough.
Richard and I visited our youngest son, Rory, earlier in the week. Seems he was a bit under the weather, so Wednesday we made a quick trip just because retired people can do stuff like that, just, whenever. (It's taking me a little while to get used to being retired.) Anyway, just under his newly-built (but still needing concrete) carport was this cute little guy. He's about three feet tall and does nothing except stand sentinel in the front yard.
Apparently Rory had some sort of water-heater gadget and a few dead wires, etc. hanging around, so he sculpted this Christmas guard for his girls. I don't know what they do with it, but I decided to give it some fame: it gets to be inspiration for today's Sunday Quilt Inspiration. How much fame could a robot sculpture want? I think my boy has a little of my creativity genes. In fact, they all do, but then maybe they should. So robots... When I started looking, I created a board, because that's what I do with the stuff I find online. Need robot ideas? Go HERE.
A family or an army? I can't decide.
Know what these can be inspiration for? Some quilts!