Fun and Done?

Are you tired of hearing about this quilt yet?

Well, it appears that we've run out of Fun before we got all the way to Done. We're really hoping to finish the whole thing tomorrow.

What is wrong with you people?

This cute little sister goes from "I might be getting a little hungry" to "Clearly I have not been fed in days" in literally just a few seconds - much less time than it takes to make a bottle. She thinks we are all just a bunch of amateurs at this baby-tending stuff.

Little Miss Buttercup doesn't suffer fools very gladly.

Fun and (not quite) Done!

My mom and I started sewing today and got a pretty good start on our 48 squares. We've got enough of them done to lay out and see how the finished thing is going to look. It's going to look gorgeous.

It's been a busy day - filled with a sweet little chickie, and service for a good cause, and sewing.

And tacos for dinner. Yummo.

bloggity blah blah blah

"Never before have so many said so much about so little to so few". - author unknown.

I saw this in reference to blogs the other day and found it so fitting, especially to my own blog. The fact that it's February means I've been posting entries for over a year. I think I've only missed the days when I was in Austin when Avery was born, and a couple of the days when I was without a home computer.

It's hard to write a post every single day. Sometimes I worry about repeating myself. Then I remember that the 5 people who regularly read my blog know me well enough that it isn't any surprise to them if I repeat myself. Then there's also the fact that if some thought, idea, or experience was momentous enough for me to blog about, I'll probably try to tell you the same story when I see you. I never have anything new to talk about in person because I had to write something the day before!

There's a bit of self-aggrandizement involved with a blog. A little "Here's my fascinating life, you beautiful World Wide Web. Now recognize me! Write me comments, send me roses, give me respect and validation." I realize this, and I want to compensate for it. And then I realize that compensating for it is a form of self-aggrandizement. A sort of "Did you notice how humble I am?" kind of thing. It's hard to portray myself accurately - I don't know if other people see me the way I see myself. Probably not. But the part other people can't see is part of what I want to share. Does that make sense? Probably not.

A person could drive herself crazy trying to write a blog.


(This concludes your daily serving of AmyDubDub. I think I have managed to exactly capture the essence of the quote.)

Fun and Done!

My mom called me before she left home for her long trip and asked if I had anything for us to sew when she made it to the Dub house. She wanted to know if she could bring her sewing machine.

Luckily, the next day at quilting group we learned a new technique for a pieced quilt (the pattern is called Fun and Done!) that quilts itself as you piece it. That way, when you're done sewing the pieces together you are completely finished with the quilt. There's no layering the pieced top with batting and backing, no basting, no quilting, and no binding with its hand-stitching and mitering of corners.

I picked out some fabric last week and today I finished cutting out all the pieces so that when my mom gets here all we have to do is sew. I think it will be really beautiful when it's finished.

(I wonder if there is a handicraft in existence in which I enjoy every single step. I hope there is and someday I hope to find it. As for quilting, I like the sewing and I really like the having a handmade quilt. I don't love cutting out the pieces or the ironing. Or maybe one day I'll have a child who will do all the drudge work and I'll have only the fun stuff to do in a project.)

In 48 hours...

...this little bundle of Buttercup joy will be here at her Grammie's house. There is much preparing and anticipating and "are they here yet?" to come in the next couple of days.

Lemon Tart

I like everything about lemon tart. It's sweet. It's sour. It's got whipped cream on top. It comes with crust. It's hard to beat lemon tart.

I think if more people had lemon tart once in a while the world would be a nicer, more friendly place. I had one tonight - our Relief Society had a Dessert Night at La Madeline.

It doesn't get a whole lot better than Girls Night Out with a side of lemon tart. I brought some of my lemon tart home with me. So tomorrow afternoon when I'm wondering if any of this is worth it, I'll pull out my leftover lemon tart and I'll remember that things will get better.

Things always get better. Some things get worse first. But then they always get better.