Leaf and Blue Jean update

Well, I can tell you that Frank spent the the other night in his closet taking inventory.  I guess he was making sure that was the ONLY pair of dockers I got my hands on.  Hee Hee, actually I did go and find one more pair that was in equally bad shape.  It was a slightly different shade of blue.  I really wanted a black pair, but they seemed to be in good shape.  I need to take scissors in there with me next time I go on a scouting mission.

Here is the blue jean quilt.  It is a finished top now.  Chloe the Smelly Basset likes it ---- a lot.  She would not move so I could sew the sections together.  I had to bribe her with a doggie bone.

The quilt top is so large that I spread it out in my kitchen.  My kitchen is not small by any means.  And the quilt takes up nearly the entire floor.  I will have to get out the tape measure tomorrow and see just how big it is.  See my knees and tennies?  I had to get up on the cabinet to take the picture.  Don't tell Frank, he hates when anyone sits on a counter.  Like I am going to break it.....yeah right. 

There are some pretty cool features in the quilt.  I will square it up tomorrow and see what happens 

I did get some leaves today.  You all just know what I need!  That is why I love you guys so much!

Here are leaves from Jessica.  I am glad you did them, they look fabulous.  And your work is very nice, really, I am not kidding! 

And I have to admit, every time I think I am thinking outside the box, you gals just one-up me.  But I love that too!  Here I was going along dreaming of putting this quilt together and what it would look like and I get these in the mail today as well.  I adore the green!  When I opened the bags my first thought was..........oh no!  I should have asked for green hand dyes for the background!

They opened up a whole new thought process in my head. 

And we all know that could well be dangerous!

Thanks ladies!  I love my leafies!

glen

Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

My pants are afire! 

I hit a 99 cent sale at the Purple Cow two days ago.  I bought a size 34 dress of lovely blue cotton.  This is my 24 inch ruler laying on the dress, look at the fabric in there.  And it looks practically new! 

While there, I decided I needed a blue jean quilt.  Since I may just one day spontaneously drop 30 lbs and fit into my stash of blue jeans, I couldn't possibly cut MINE up.  So I bought 7 pairs for $6.93. 

This project has taken off with a vengeance! I got my blue jeans cut into 4 inch strips with no regard to the length of the block. I piled them high and retrieved them every time DiNozzo took them down to inspect.

Then yesterday I sewed them together in long long long strips. I kept envisioning a red, white and grey shirting between the rows. And I liked it. But I kept thinking that the weight of the fabric shirts would be far too light for the heavier denim panting. I guess that is a word. Shirting is what shirts are made from. Panting just follows, right?

Look at how wonderful the pocket areas look in the mix. I love this quilt.

Frank always wears dockers and a button down shirt. Always. He buys them years in advance of needing them so he always has a good supply in case the world runs out of dockers. And this morning he brings me a pair that has seen better days. the bottom of the pant leg was frayed. He said can you do anything with these?

I was ecstatic! He has been coming along in his interest of my quilting. He will now look mildly interested when I order new fabric and show it to him. I thought it was wonderful he had taken the next step and was FINDING me material! Wow, wait till I tell the girls down at the guild tonight!

So I go into the kitchen where I have been cutting up all the blue jeans and proceed to dissect these wonderful pants. I cut them into long 4 inch strips and carefully intersperse them in the blue jean strips. Oh, my they look wonderful. (That blue and yellow check is a piece of that rug canvas that was painted and given as First Place prizes in the Greater Swiss Mountain Dog Club Regional Specialty one year.)

Frank walks in, I show him the improvements and he is excited about the new improved look, which I know he was faking. But I am still impressed that he has evolved this far for me.

He is walking around in his skivvies, something really unusual for my formal conservative husband. Going from room to room wandering aimlessly. He constantly looks for his keys and phone and wallet. I smile wondering which one he is looking for now.

As he wanders in to the kitchen, he drops the bombshell: where are the pants I handed you to fix?

Fix? I say. Realization hitting me that he was not quite ready to give up those pants just yet. I fixed them, I say -- spreading my hands out in a Vanna White wave toward the strips on the floor.
His face looks like that guy on the phone commercial where the girl jumps up and screams at the spider ap on his screen and the other guy beats his phone with the shoe. Yep, just like that.

glen