Just a few more words on "Where I'm From." I hope you will go and read the versions from Pauline, Ganching, and Susan Kane. You'll be glad you did. They might even inspire you to have a go yourself! I'll let you know if and when any of the others come through.....
Meanwhile, a few more doting grandma pics........
.......then deciding that he'll keep her.
I have almost decided what kind of quilt to make for her. Consulted with the Little Blister who opined it should be bright ---I was almost tempted into a pastel dream, my default setting being little sprigs of roses on a creamy background, but I've snapped out of that, since Miss Oriss also weighed in with her two cents--- brights! I'm not a big fan of thirties prints but have a pattern for a Little Red Hen quilt that is pulling out into the lead ahead of all other contenders and I'm thinking thirties reproduction prints would be perfect. Applique is involved though....
The Blister groaned........
"So, she should have it by High School Graduation?"
"Oh ye of little faith, " says I, "just watch me!"
Remember this?
Looks like Big Brother got it way before H.S. graduation....
( We don't need to noise it abroad that it was ten years in the making---applique....shhhhh!)
While The Blister is enjoying (not quite!) the ambiance of leaden skies and incessant rain in the old country, and Miss Oriss is worn out from shoveling snow in the frozen north, we are enjoying balmy weather, even for here. Azaleas are blooming, for heaven's sake! In early February! There'll be hell to pay down the road somewhere, but for now, no-one's complaining.
The OC was home for a full week--- be still my heart! I almost felt like a married woman again with the reassuring bulk of him snoring away beside me while his poor addled brain tried to figure out which time zone it was in.. Having just returned from the UK (where he barely missed the birth of his newest granddaughter) he was at sixes and sevens for a while. More confusion ahead when he returns to the UK in March for an extended stay. But then he'll have his own digs, so UK bloggers watch out---I'll be visiting!
12 comments:
she is definitely a keeper, Molly ... i love brand new babies, especially when i can lay some claim to them ... congratulations.
and the ladybug quilt is ... well ... AWESOME!!! beautifully done!!!
Such really beautiful children, Molly. Keep them both!
Oh so very cute - both of them. Beautiful!
Will you be coming to Scotland, then????
Dear Molly, I've only been reading your blog for a week, so I'm not sure who is being mentioned with the pet names, but I know that as I follow your postings, I'll soon be clued in! Peace.
I agree...she is a darling little baby girl! I love the quilt...and I'm sure the next one is going to be equally as brilliant.
Sounds you've got good company for St. Valentine's Day! :)
Oh you lucky girl! Can you get the quilt done by your visit hahaha??? You must go meet Isabelle -- and get that quilting kickstarted LOL!
Gorgeous, all of it.
And yes, the kids too! :)
XO
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I told you I'd try to tell you where I'm from. My blog is not the place to do it, and maybe yours isn't either--but with your kind forbearance, here it is:
I am from new socks and an old Studebaker, from mushrooms and lichens and small, hidden, living things in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and from a father who knew them all.
I am from the green house with the tall tower and copper pig on top, the graveled garden ways and the boxwood salamander.
I am from the billows of blueberries, the draperies of moss, and a chill-challenged lemon tree that refuses to stay murdered.
I am from the dank hold of the Mayflower and its dark cargo of religion, from centuries of troubled writers and artists, shot through at last with light from Hans and Petra and the sturdy, smiling Skaris and Fiskums from Norway.
I am from the word-music of Kipling and Kenneth Grahame and King James, from a father who loved it enough to see that his children got it right.
I am from the sunny Lutherans, whose dogma slipped away from me, leaving behind the view from the choir loft and the rumble of the organ and the miracle of Bach.
I’m the rogue child who landed in Virginia, to a family of northerners. It pleased my old and surprised parents immensely when I showed up, unaccountably happy, five minutes before menopause. It was my job to remain happy. I understood that job.
I’m from beef hash and casseroles made from Campbell’s soup, but also from Mommy’s homemade bread, which made Hazel locally famous in those bland times.
I’m from Margaret, the flame-haired sister, the North Star in everyone’s constellation, who dragged polio behind her for 65 years before it brought her down.
I am from dour folk of great talent, whose gifts did not deliver them joy; and joyful folk of ordinary skills. I carve my own path through them.
Oh she is beautiful
and the grandson - also a beauty.
My little ones are now 7 and 9 and seems like yesterday they were born.
Enjoy them
time goes by so quickly...
Oh my, what a lovely little child! And your grandson is equally delicious. Don't you just love being a grandparent?
I will be in FL over Easter. If you would like to send your email address to me (pclarke122 at gmail dot com) perhaps we could arrange a visit?
You have lovely grandchildren. You also made a lovely quilt. I usually knit or crochet baby blankets. My daughter has already 3 sons, 6, 4, and 2 years old. Each one needed a bed blanket, daycare blanket, and 2 car seat blankets – a dozen already, then I made some for friends and now for the new baby coming up --- but I think a quilt would take me forever.
I love new baby pics. :) Congratulations! And the quilt is very nice!
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