Here I was, fixin’ to lay down one of those ‘My Trip To Omaha (Director’s Cut)’ posts that I know you SO relish every tedious morsel of, when the postman arrived.
Stop the presses!
Our top story today is “HOLY ACORNS BATMAN!!!! LOOK WHAT CRISTINA SENT ME!!!!!!!!”
Courtesy of Herr Pfaff and, I think, a pair of curtains Cristina scored at IKEA, here is:
…the Log Cabin Needle Roll!
Here’s the inside, with patented Cristina Self-Flapping Flap. I love the stripes, which remind me of those French canvas stripes Martha was so into a couple of summers ago.
Please: observe the workmanship.
I even have a favorite strip (well, of course I do! how could one not have a favorite strip?). Cristina could not have known that I most adored this detail–using the printing on the selvedge–in one of the Japanese patchwork books I recently acquired (for no good reason).
Free Art With Your Gift
Here’s the best part. Can you guess? Oh yes: I scored another Shrinky Dink. (Remember my first Quilt-Themed Shrinky Dink from Cristina?).
Here’s the new addition to my Gallery of Shrinky Dinks:
The card says, “Don’t Quilt On Me!” This is a reference to a remark I made last week at Cristina’s, about the difficulty of quilting ‘squirrels’. Meaning to say swirls of course, but slurring my speech in the excitement of having my foot on the pedal of a Pfaff. If anyone can quilt a squirrel, it’s Cristina.
Oh, and Omaha
Let’s get this out of the way at the outset: I didn’t make it to Personal Threads, so I didn’t pick up that gigantic rope of handpaint yarn you regret not buying last time you were there. Sorry. Just too much Graduation going on.
In my few spare minutes, I did indulge in one of my favorite Omaha pastimes: stealing old pictures. I was basking in the rare experience of all four Gardiner Ex-Kids being together in the same place at the same time, so this was my Must-Swipe Polaroid for this trip:
Judging by my braces and Van (the little one in the bow tie) looking like he is about 4 years old, I’m dating this Christmas 1975. Who knows where we were going all decked out like that; hopefully not outside the house.
Would you care to fast forward 30 years, to this past Sunday? Why the hell not:
(I did not shrink. They grew. And the little one has traded in his bow tie for a Live Strong bracelet. Plus ca change, ya know?)
One of Grandma Mabel’s top ten Motivational Speeches For Children, which she would spiel verbatim at the first sign of bickering, was titled, ‘When You’re Grown Up Your Brothers and Sister Will Be The Dearest People In The World To You’. Sometimes it takes 30 years (20 of them after you’ve popped your clogs) to be proven right, but I’m sure it makes the vindication all the more satisfying. This past weekend I could hear her oh-yesing and mm-hmmming away, although I think she was a bit put out when we were being dear to each other at the Liquid Lounge.
Oh, there’s knitting news all right. For later.