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October 25, 2004

he used to be so tiny

cat-on-shelf.jpg
um, the cat, not paul.

October 16, 2004

olive my best efforts...

dana-thumbnail.gif...went into this quilt.

hahahahahahahahahahahaha. ohhhhh.

i started this quilt months ago, and in fact it's has been finished for quite some time, though only today did i box it up for mailing. it's for the baby of a friend of mine. hope she likes olive green, magenta — i certainly don't in general, but i'm happy with the way this turned out, an experiment in working with colors outside of my comfort zone.

super-duper technical quilty bits: the center panel is composed of three blocks called memory. i adapted the block a bit to simplify the piecing, leaving me with several square-in-a-square units instead of the more difficult to match flying geese. those blocks are quilted with straight-line echo quilting in variegated thread (pink, magenta, tan, and olive) and a tiny bit of stippling here and there in orchid. the sides are simple chinese coin strips quilted with a zigzag pattern in variegated olive and magenta thread.

i always say boxing up a finished project is the hardest part. now let's see how long it takes for me to finally mail it.

October 14, 2004

let us play

legoman.jpgnow lego lovers can go to church and read the bible in their brightly-colored plastic medium of choice.

October 13, 2004

please buy me this

it is impossible to describe how nerve-wracking it was to look at cribs this weekend — in fact, even entering the baby store made me break out in a cold sweat and something suspiciously close to diaper rash.

rather than venture near the baby store again for furnishings, i am constructing a wish list online. won't you offer your input?


cribs
...for the baby who likes to go fly fishing, though how you get hip waders on someone who can't walk, i'm sure i don't know
...for the baby who hunts big game, prowling across the savannah in his tiny custom-built hummer
...for the baby whose mother loses an eye every time she bends over to pick him up


linens
...for any baby born in a french whorehouse
...for the baby who neatly makes her bed every day of the year, and then helpfully scooches down the hall to make mine
...for the baby who makes more money than i do


big-kid bed
...for either a girl, a boy, or a rabbit


playhouse
i've decided the kid can have our house. i'm moving in here.