Trail Mix Quilt

With all the chatter in one of my on-line groups, I thought I'd share with you my Trail Mix quilt.  

It may have started out as a Leader and Ender project, but due to my "enthusiasm",  I always end up making a Leader and Ender quilt from start to finish.  This is going to be #1 in my 2014 UFO challenge.  It's all done except that it needs to be quilted.

Gearing Up and Getting Ready ~ Celtic Solstice

It's Here, It's Here! It's Here!
Bonnie Hunters 2013 Mystery

I am gathering up my tools, going through my fabric stash and getting ready to start this year's mystery quilt.   


My Marine 32 years ago.

All dressed up in his Naval ROTC Whites!

Remembering 9-11

A quiet day of reflection and remembrance

A little bit of this and that

Tackling my scraps from left over projects.

String X
Can be found here

My Summer so far

Not much sewing or quilting going on around here this summer.

I have spent most of my time in the kitchen.     


Summer Bounty at my local farmers market

Each week I give myself $25 bucks to blow spend at my local farmer's market.  So far this summer I have made about 10 quarts of pickles.  Lots salsa and lots of green smoothies.  It's a fun personal challenge to see how much $25 can buy.  I go twice a week.  Nothing tastes better than a fresh field grown tomato.

Or sippin' smoothies in my porch on my Easy Street Quilt

 Flooded boardwalk after 2 months of almost solid rain

Some Gave All

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze;
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform,
So young, so tall, so proud;
With hair cut square and eyes alert,
He’d stand out in any crowd.

I thought… how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?

How many pilots’ planes shot down
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves
No, Freedom is not Free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still;
I listened to the bugler play,
And felt a sudden chill;

I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant “Amen”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend;

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No. Freedom is not Free!

(By Kelly Strong)

We cannot forget them

Circa 1991

Happy Mother's Day! Big Hugs!

Vintage Sewing Machine Eye Candy

"No pictures are allowed"  I was told.
I didn't know.

What a waste of sewing machines.  This was in New York City when I was there last summer.  So far I have been to three cities where these stores have hundreds of machines lining the walls.  

There is probably one for each Stashbuster Member.  If we could only have saved them.  

That's my husband under a sign that bears his name.  BTW, we don't own a shoe store.  LOL