House Saga – Selling Part 2 (“Third time’s the charm” we hope)

As I said in Part 1, our go “live” goal was May 1. Realtor had explained the perfect formula: go “live” on Wednesday or Thursday to get the word out and have an open house on the weekend to get the biggest bang. Continuing repairs and parts on order and we weren’t ready for pictures until Friday, May 19. Realtor says we go ‘live” the next day anyway. I guess the perfect formula was out the window. We were all anxious to get this show on the road.

We were barely “live” by the start of the open house. That very afternoon we were struck by how little information flowed our way after the open house. How had it gone? That afternoon we got 3 requests for showing the next day. Problem was, the next day was our youngest son’s 18th birthday. It is a royal pain to prep a house to be shown when you are living in it, especially when you are living in it with a teenager and 2 dogs and 2 cats. I told the first realtor they could come the next morning. I told the next 2 realtors that they could come at the same time as the first rather than at their requested times – I did explain the birthday thing. We only had one showing the next day, the 2 realtors I put off declined to come. We were annoyed.  They probably were too.

The next weekend was Memorial Day weekend. We had NO requests for showings. By the end of the weekend, I was sure we would never sell our house. We were panicked.

The following weekend we went out of town, returning early Sunday, just in case. We ended up having several back-to-back showings that day. We were hopeful.

Late on the next day, Monday, we got an offer. We were elated! The first page of the offer was a delightful letter from the young family who hoped to buy our house and they eloquently described all the features of our home that they loved (as did we) and how their growing family of 2 toddlers and a baby on the way would grow and thrive in our home. It brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to sell to this family. Then we read the important details: they were offering 80% of our asking price. We were crest-fallen. Then sick. Then pissed.

We intended to ignore this offer. Realtor suggested we counter. We suggested that we would sleep on it. Next morning Realtor said to hold on – we might have another offer coming in. We were cautiously optimistic.

Early that evening, we received a second offer at better than 95% of asking price. We were ecstatic. The offer was contingent on buyer selling their house (which was not yet on the market), and Realtor convinced us that at our price point that would likely be the case with any buyer and that we could continue to market our house and if we got a better offer we could send our buyer packing. So we were under contract with a “bumpable” buyer. We were happy.

Then came inspections. I don’t want to go through the gory details. Suffice it so say inspections are, from the buyer’s perspective terrifying, and from the seller’s perspective over-done, nit-picky, and expensive. We got through it and still felt reasonably OK with our deal.

Then came the buyer’s deadline for selling their house, which they hadn’t. Then came buyer’s receipt of an offer, which they declined. Then we moved on; we started over. We were devastated. We had wasted 7 weeks of prime summer selling time.

Then came two weekends of open houses, a price drop, and another weekend of open houses. On the Saturday of the last weekend, we bought our dream house in Memphis (see House Saga – Buying yet to come). We decided to move to Memphis whether we sold our house or not.

The following Monday, we received an offer – full price, cash. We were elated. It was meant to be. Committing to the Memphis house was clearing manifesting our destiny and the universe responded with a cash offer. I have learned to talk that way from my yogi daughter who refers to herself as a hippie and a fairy, and in this case I believed it. We were flying high.

Then came the end of the inspection period, and our cash buyer walked. We were shell-shocked.

Next day Realtor said our first buyer was back, they had an offer they were willing to accept if we accepted a new price. We took it on the condition there would be no more inspection business. The inspection and repairs already done earlier in the summer would stand. They agreed. We were, in the words of my Hubby, “Ready for this circus to end.” Amen.

There were hurdles – our deal was contingent on their deal closing. Their deal had to get through the inspection business. Both houses had to pass appraisal. They had to accept the repairs we had done for them. Each of those hurdles was individually passed, with our corresponding angst and relief. Closing was to be on October 12. Buyer’s deal closed on October 12. We packed our U-Haul on October 10. We hung around our empty house and signed on October 11. Escrow is awaiting some final loan docs. They don’t come in. We turn off the water and drive away on October 12 in the afternoon. There is no point in sitting in an empty house any longer – this is out of our hands.

We are now 1000 miles away from “home” with about 1500 miles to go. Loan docs did not come in on Friday, the 13th, so now we wait until Monday, in limbo. Buyer has released their earnest money to us in an effort to show their confidence that all will be well. We declined to give them occupancy (“just to the garage”) until the deal is done. We are exhausted by this process, in a constant state of anxiety over it, and clearly older and greyer than when it began.

House Saga – Selling Part One (“Stuff”)

We decided shortly after January 20 to pursue the idea of transporting ourselves to Memphis. In addition to living in the same city as our now 1 and 2 year old granddaughters (as well as our eldest daughter and son-in-law), it was an economic decision. Hubby’s job of over 30 years had abruptly ended and retirement (the kind where no money is coming in) is at least 10 years off. Retirement (the kind where we kick back in our recliners) is NEVER happening.

Property values in Memphis are about half what they are around Portland, Oregon. Memphis is a tourist hot spot – or warm spot anyway. Our daughter and son-in-law had made some good money hosting AirBnB guests in their 3-bedroom townhouse about a mile from downtown. Their AirBnB venture was our introduction to it, and at first it freaked me out. They had guests in their extra 2 bedrooms, on the same floor as their own and they all shared the same bathroom – freaky. Then, over several visits I met some of those guests and found the experience to be absolutely delightful! Not all of their guests were perfect, but at least they had no horror stories.

Hubby and I devised a plan. We would sell our house on the Willamette River near Portland, Oregon

and use the proceeds to purchase AirBnB properties in Memphis. Managing those properties would be our new business. Hubby would not have to look for another J-O-B!

Hubby began doing all the “fix-it” projects around the house that we had put off, some for a long time. This occupied his time and moved us along toward our new goal. He drove around our area and got realtor names from other river properties that were for sale, and we interviewed two. It took us until early April to actually bite the bullet and sign with one. The fellow we signed with walked us through our house of nearly 30 years and explained how we needed to get the house ready for promotional pictures and for showing. Virtually everything on the walls, on the shelves, on the mantle, and on the counters needed to go.

As you might know, I’m a quilter. I ran a long arm quilting business that consumed one large room in our house. One entire wall of that room was a design wall. If you are a quilter, you might be drooling over that notion. The design wall had to go. I told the realtor that my long arm (12 feet long by 6 feet wide, floor to ceiling high) and my cutting table (4 feet by 8 feet) were both staying until the house was sold – this was business! In our office, my big Bernina embroidery machine occupied a large space. Realtor said it could stay, as he now understands how important sewing is to me.

The coffee pot can stay on the kitchen counters. A FEW books can stay on the bookshelves in the living room and in the office. There was a bookshelf in our master bedroom that I went to great pains to tidy up and largely clean off in anticipation of this walk-through. Realtor took one look at it and said, “That whole thing should go, there’s not much on it anyway.”

Anticipating a going “live” date of May 1, we began packing up. During a significant remodel in 2000, we gutted the living, dining, game room, kitchen of the house we had purchased 12 years earlier. In the process of spending about double what we originally paid for the house, we moved the kitchen to a different area, finished the ground floor and created a fabulous man cave, or as we lovingly referred to it, a teen lair. We created a gourmet kitchen and great-room, added 2 full baths and a laundry room, added an office, and created lots of huge built-in drawers. Those drawers served us well housing kids’ toys at first; we could quickly clean up before Dad came home from work. Toys are pretty much gone from our house, so what in the world is in all those full drawers anyway? We quickly discovered that a lot of storage is a curse; once something made its way into one of those drawers, it never came out. I found tax returns going back to the 1980’s. I wasn’t sure how long we needed to keep records, but I was pretty darn sure it wasn’t that long.

For every box we packed (to store in the garage until our actual moving day), we took about double that volume to goodwill or to the dumpster. We tried to be ruthless. During that first packing up process, we pretty much filled our garage with boxes – Realtor said that was fine.

Jumping ahead, we loaded the biggest U-Haul we could rent 2 days ago. Concerned that we wouldn’t be able to fit all our “stuff” into the truck, we were willing to leave most of those boxes in the garage – after all, we had lived without them just fine for nearly 6 months; we could probably live just fine without them forever.  In the end, every single one of those boxes is in the U-Haul.  I imagine I will be unpacking them and taking more to Goodwill in Memphis.  All of my sewing “stuff” made it, including my entire fabric stash organized in bins by color, and all of my unfinished projects.  I’m not completely sure that is a good thing.

I pray that my relationship with “stuff” is forever changed. I think that we will have much less storage space in our Memphis house, and that will be a blessing. I learned that I liked being in my quilting room much better with only the essentials left in the room. I could breathe; I could move. We discovered how much easier it was to clean the house without all the clutter. We joke that we have become minimalists. I hope it is true.

Pumba is Ready to Go!

Pumba spent half the day at Pet Smart today, mostly because she does not smell very good and the U-Haul cab is pretty darn small. We got her a new bed that is smaller than her old one, and smells a lot better. That was the only alternative since our washer/dryer are loaded in the U-Haul and inaccessible.

Here she is after her long, hard day at Pet Smart. She will sleep mighty fine tonight!


Loading Day

IMG_4583It’s Tuesday, October 10, and loading day. A 26-foot U-Haul Truck is ready in our driveway, and the entire house is boxed up and ready to go. It’s raining. Moving labor arrived around 10 a.m. They took a walk through the house and immediately opined, “It won’t all fit.” They suggested another 16 foot moving Pod. I immediately got a quote: another nearly $3,000. Hubby and I decided, nope. We would rather purge more of our belongings than pay $3,000 to move old “stuff” we can live without.


We got up early this morning to do a couple very last minute things: box up our 65 inch flat screen TV and wash our bedding before the washer/dryer got loaded up. We like our TV and enjoy watching it every night. I’m not sure how we will live in this house for the few nights left until we actually drive away, without a TV. Wonder what that says about us. I was happy that I had time to wash and dry our sheets. It is somehow comforting to know we will have clean bedding so we can sleep in our own bed again as soon as possible, even if that is over 2,500 miles away.

So what is this all about and why is it worth blogging about? Nearly 9 months ago, on January 20, my husband came home from work at 3 in the afternoon. He never came home early. It was Friday. It was raining. It was inauguration day. I was doing yoga in our living room. Turns out his job of over 30 years ended that day. A new president at the company wanted his own people. Hubby was the last man standing and January 20 was the day he was told to sit down.

To say we were shell-shocked would be an understatement. On January 20, Hubby was 57 and I was 58. We had often talked of early retirement, but security mattered a lot to Hubby. I’m not sure he would have ever felt that we had put by “enough.” We sat together near our fireplace that evening and considered what might come next. Hubby said, “We don’t have to stay here, we could go anywhere.” We checked Google – what places in the USA have low costs of living? Then we looked at each other and together said, “Memphis; we can be grandparents!”

In 9 months, we could have birthed a baby (well, in our younger years anyway, when we actually did birth 5). Instead, we have completely transformed our lives. At least we are well along the way. There is more to tell from the past 9 months, and there is definitely more to come, but this is a start. From thinking we would retire and live in the Oregon house where we’ve lived the past 30 years, the house where we raised our 5 children, our dream house, to moving 2,500 miles away to inner city Memphis, Tennessee, into a 100+ year old historical home where we intend to make a business hosting AirBnB guests. And, to where we intend to be grandparents to our 1 and 2 year old granddaughters, and a blessing (NOT a curse, we solemnly swear) to our eldest daughter and son-in-law.

The U-Haul is loaded. Movers were, of course, correct. It didn’t all fit.


The saddest thing thing that didn’t fit is our couch – it is 20 years old, was ridiculously expensive at the time, and then I spent more time with my interior designer (paying her the whole time) to try to find a less expensive alternative, all to pay for the couch that Hubby loved.  It served us well for 20 years, and we had hoped to deliver it to our eldest daughter in Memphis to serve out a few more years.


The cushions are in the U-Haul, but the couch just wouldn’t fit.  Sorry, Honey.

If you are interested in following along with a couple of nearly 60 year olds as they remake their lives, stay tuned.

What is a Yogi, Anyway?

One of my minimalist 2017 resolutions (grand total of three, all health related) is to become a yogi. Even as I committed that to paper, I realized that I had no idea what it meant. Truth be told, I intend to define it for myself as I go. To start, for now, it will mean one who does yoga religiously, that is everyday, or nearly so.

Doing yoga has been on my list for several years. Each of the last two years I have embarked on a home yoga program in January only to lose focus, motivation, and my yoga practice within days or weeks. So goes most New Year’s resolutions, we are told. I vow that this year will be different.  I have, at times debilitating, foot pain that has been chronic for the past two to three years.  This timing coincides with a period of little to non-existent exercise, and the launch of my long-arm quilting business.  My business continues, but the no exercise has left me stiff and that stiffness, I am convinced, exacerbates my foot condition and pain.  It is a serious question of mobility that I believe I can address, in a substantial way, with a consistent yoga practice.

I find the fit human body gloriously beautiful. My five children were/are swimmers; my three daughters all swam in (or through) college. One of these daughters attended University of Georgia on a full ride swimming scholarship and competed for a spot on the US Olympic Swim Team three times. Swimmers’ bodies are gloriously beautiful. One of my sons competed at a high level in high school cross-country; runners’ bodies are gloriously beautiful.   My third daughter is currently residing in Guatemala, living off the grid in a work trade program at a yoga farm called Mystical Yoga. This daughter has been devoted to yoga for a while, and will spontaneously go into Tree Pose (in perfect balance without holding on to anything!) while she stands chatting with you. Yogis’ bodies are gloriously beautiful, and strong!

We are told, as aging women, that weight training is very important to maintain health and avoid osteoporosis. I hate weight training and know I would not maintain a weight-training regimen; I know it. I think there is another way. Just watch a long-time yogi and be amazed at her strength! I have no doubt that strength and grace can be achieved through the consistent practice of yoga.

Where to start? My delightful third daughter, of tree pose fame, always tells me, usually gently, “Mom, you start right where you are.” Of course, that is true; there is no other way. Last week, I watched an incredibly motivational video of Arthur, who went from disabled and obese to yogi. Watch it with a tissue in hand, if you are like me and easily moved by such things. Keeping in mind Arthur’s words that just because I can’t do it today doesn’t mean I won’t be able to do it someday, and feeling old and stiff, I began Adriene’s Yoga Revolution, a 31 day program that gets delivered to my email inbox every day. My entire body is sore, but not so sore to stop me from showing up on my yoga mat the next day.

Yoga is a blessing that is there for us to embrace. Even with just a few days under my belt, I notice that I move differently throughout the day. I sit up straighter while driving; I straighten my spine when leaning over the kitchen counter; I spontaneously stretch my arms overhead; and dare I say it, I think my foot pain is somewhat diminished.  It is already so, so good. Yoga is right, and true, and feeds my soul as I say yes to it on this day, and I pray on all the coming days of this adventure.

Perilously Close to a Crippled Old Age and New Year’s Resolutions

This post is a departure from the subject of quilting. I started the writing, thinking it would be a private journaling just for me. Then I thought I should post it in an effort to keep myself accountable and engaged in the topic. I considered a brand new blog dedicated to the topic, but determined in the end that I haven’t posted about quilting too frequently and not that many people read my blog anyway (thank the Lord, since this post includes personal information that I really don’t want the whole world, or even my husband, to know), so what the heck. A new series, at least I hope I remain engaged enough to create a series, embedded in a quilting blog. Here goes.

The holidays are officially over. It is January 2, a time for reflection. I just read a friend’s blog, describing her tackling 12 different “somedays” over the past year and how one of her biggest accomplishments during the challenge has been determining that some wants are not backed by a desire strong enough to fire the effort required for their accomplishment. The joy, or at least freedom, comes from eliminating that want from her list without its actual accomplishment.

I dreamt the other night a recurring dream. I’m in college (at some advanced age), and finals have arrived. This time, unlike other times, I’m doing well and am prepared for finals in some of my classes, but not in all (the usual condition in this dream). I’ve discovered that one of my respected professors (a younger woman than I) is proctoring the final exam in one of my unattended classes. In an effort to retain her good opinion of me, I fess up that I’m not prepared for the final she is proctoring. She looks closely at me and asks me why I’m there at all if my heart is not in it. In my dream world I am stunned with the reality and wisdom of her question and the truth it reveals. In that moment, in dreamland, I begin to search for what I should be doing, realizing that it is past time for me to end the ongoing college loop. It is time to get serious; what will bring me joy?

I always love to sit in early January and reflect on my accomplishments of the past year and consider my plans for the coming year. This is normally a light-hearted and dreamy reflection. However, I’m feeling different about it this year. This coming year, I will turn 59, perilously close to 60. I weigh more than I ever have, perilously close to 200 pounds. I am in terrible shape, perilously near sedentary. I suffer from foot pain that makes me hobble. In short, I feel perilously close to a crippled old age.

From every respect, 2016 was a disastrous year for me physically. Otherwise? My quilting business has been a success. I have re-paid my substantial initial investment with a nice return to boot, having helped my customers finish nearly 1000 quilts since my launch in May 2013. I’ve spent good time with my adult children and granddaughters, even though we live on opposite sides of the country. My hubby and I are beginning to contemplate retirement, still several years off, and the adventures we will undertake (assuming I’m not old and crippled). I have embraced the idea that I am a “maker” and happiest when I am creating something with my own hands (or with the help of today’s technology as manifested in my amazing machines).

Where does that leave me for 2017 goals? I am in no mood to dream and be light-hearted about this. I may be at a turning point; I may have dreamt my college unprepared for finals dream for the last time; it may be my last chance to avoid an old and crippled future. That last bit is meant to be light-hearted. I am well aware that in 10 years, 59 will seem a wonderful, and young, age. Still, my focus for 2017, my only stated goals, will be those focused on health and are these: return to a normal weight, re-become a runner, become a yogi. That’s it. There is a niggling voice in my head that says I should also have relationship goals, if not business goals. But I am resolved that the best thing I can do for my relationships is to avoid the perilously close crippled old age I mentioned before. Does the thought of once again becoming a runner, becoming a yogi, controlling what goes into my mouth make me joyful in this moment? No. Am I willing to do the work to arrive on the other side, to reunite with the fit and healthy me? Yes, in this moment, and I pray yes in all the future moments of this adventure.  Stay tuned to watch my progress toward these goals, because heaven knows, no one wants to watch failure!  Gulp.

Custom Quilting

IMG_3054It’s been 2 years since I posted on this blog.  All this time, I’ve been busily quilting, nearly 900 quilts by now, and nearly all overall designs (Edge-2-Edge in long arming lingo).  Way back before I began this business venture, I travelled across the country to take a workshop from a talented lady who had started humbly with a single long arm machine in her basement and turned it into a warehouse full of them, cranking out 3000 quilts a year (Birds of a Feather, 2013).  I was shocked and dismayed to learn that two workshop presenters, both national award winning quilters, were no longer doing custom quilting for customers.  They were only doing Edge-2-Edge for hire.  I thought, “Where is the joy, the creativity, the art, in that?”  There is great practicality in that, I quickly learned.  While I might be able to finish two-three medium size Edge-2-Edge quilt projects in one day, I could spend 2 days on one small custom quilt.  Plus, during a custom quilting project, the machine generally is not stitching unless I am hands-on guiding it.  The computer does most of the guiding during an Edge-2-Edge project.

So why am I blogging about custom quilting?  After swearing off that kind of business, I’ve found myself more and more drawn to it.  Sometimes a valued friend or customer has a special quilt that requires special quilting.  Am I willing to send them to someone else to do that special quilting?  Of course not.  On occasion my husband comes into my quilting room and if he sees me working on a custom quilt (which he recognizes right off) he will ask me why I’m doing it.  Once I remember saying, “This if for Jan, I would do anything for Jan!”

IMG_2982Last fall, I quilted a single Compass Rose wall hanging for a wonderful woman who said the last time she had one of her Compass Rose quilts quilted, the long armer ruined it.  When I returned her quilt to her, she loved it enough to hand me six more!  She said no rush.  Then eight months later, she said she would like to have some of them finished in the near future!  Six weeks later, I returned five to her, with the last one promised within 4 more weeks.  Obviously I do not do well with open deadlines!  The point is, I learned that custom quilting might not be so hard if I did more of it.  Doing the same quilt, multiple times, taught me that.

IMG_2984So, a bit later when a local quilt artist and teacher,  Dawn White, asked me to custom quilt a table runner for her, I said yes with some level of confidence.  On Dawn’s quilt I actually free hand quilted the dark background and I’m reasonable pleased with it – enough so, at any rate, that I’m committed to doing more.

That brings me to the picture at the top of this post.  This little quilt (you see exactly half of it in the picture) took me two days to complete.  The borders and sashing are all delightful, but you can’t see them in the picture very well.  Actually, they pretty much disappear when you look at it in real life as well – they took me most of the time I had to quilt in one day.  The appliqué blocks took me another day.  As I laid down each line of stitching, I was generally not happy with the way it was going.  But when I stood back and looked from a few feet away, I was delighted with the texture in the background that supports the artwork in the appliqué.  This quilt came off my machine on a Saturday afternoon, and I quickly loaded the last Edge-2-Edge project of the week.  That one finished up while I ate dinner and watched the Olympics.

That’s the difference between Edge-2-Edge  and custom projects.  And that is why you can expect to pay perhaps three times as much for custom work.  Is it worth it?  Sometimes, for that special project, it is – for both the quilt maker and the long armer!


Around The World Blog Hop

Tam of Quiltcharett recently tagged me in the “Around the World Blog Hop.” Tam is a quilt designer that I greatly admire – I especially love her quilts that are of the illusionist variety. I also had the pleasure of long-arm quilting her “Zen Umbrellas.” Tam and I first met in local quilt guilds and we had a bite together at Quilt Market when it was in Portland about 18 months ago. Thank you, Tam for thinking of me. What is more fun than writing about our current works in progress? I am passing the baton to Dawn of First Light Designs. Dawn does stunning work – just take a look at her blog and you will see! I had the pleasure of quilting Dawn’s “Banana Split” and “Honeymoon in Paris” quilts. Dawn is a prolific quilter and a prolific blogger and she teaches classes at The Pine Needle in Lake Oswego, Oregon. I look forward to learning about Dawn’s creative process in her post coming next week in the “Around the World Blog Hop!”

I am a traditionally trained quilter, turned professional long-arm quilter. When I started my long-arm business a year and a half ago, I envisioned lots of piecing as I listened to my machine hum along. Somehow that hasn’t exactly turned out to be true. But, I have found as I have become more proficient that I do get a little piecing accomplished. Recently, inspired by modern quilters, I have been veering away from following patterns. I greatly enjoy starting with a concept and making it into something all my own.

Bunt's Quilt - Sept 2014My most recent completed project is a baby quilt that I gifted last weekend, after having purchased the fabric three weeks prior. I chose fabrics based on the Mom-to-be’s color scheme: navy, light green and yellow. I found fabrics that I loved and initially thought I would do a crazy quilt background with large rings appliqued across some intersections. But when it came right down to it, I couldn’t face the notion of piecing 50+ crazy quilt blocks, and the truth was I simply didn’t have the time. Inspired by the book Intuitive Color & Design by Jean Wells, I started cutting and sewing the fabrics together – sometimes with straight seams, sometimes with curved seams and generally following the “rule of thirds” which I discovered in Gwen Marston’s book, Minimal Quiltmaking, I fashioned the center of a baby quilt. I felt that a narrow inner border and an outer border made the whole thing seem like it was meant to be – perhaps my traditional side manifesting itself. There ended up being a larger solid navy section than I liked, so I decided to raw edge applique the baby’s in-utero nickname, “Bunt.” The overall effect is entirely pleasing to me – and I think Bunt’s Mom likes it too! It elicited lots of “Oooo’s” and “Awww’s” at the baby shower, anyhow!

Brighter Days 2014 for expoMy next most recent completed project is a quilt that I began in Jan Peterson’s Modern Logs class at The Pine Needle in February. At the time, my 17-year-old son was suffering from a terrible depression that could well have taken his life. I madly sewed this quilt – I nearly felt possessed – while he was receiving treatment away from home. It is called “Brighter Days” and it reflects a mother’s love and prayer for her suffering child. My heart and soul is in this quilt. My son says, “Aw, it’s nice Mom.” He doesn’t really get it, but he might one day. Happily, he is doing much better now. I’m not sure how we lived through those scary days, just a minute at a time, I suppose.

Tula BlockA current “work-in-progress” quilt – I’m taking Pam Raby’s Tula Pink class at The Pine Needle. Tula says in her book, Tula Pink’s City Sampler: 100 Modern Quilt Blocks, “I am the platform and you are the speaker, so stand on my shoulders and tell the future who you are and why you make.” I took that suggestion to heart when I quickly fell behind after the first class’s homework of 10 or 15 blocks – the details escape me. I love taking classes and workshops – dearly love it! However, I tend to forget that carving out time to take the class/workshop is not the end of the story; never, never do I finish the project in class. So, I have yet another UFO and that is not a good feeling. That could be a reason to stop taking classes/workshops. Can’t have that, so I had to get creative with Tula, just as she suggested. I decided to blow up the blocks from 6 inches finished to 14 inches, to use my background within the block so the design is not a square and not consistent from block to block, and to add shadowing to create the illusion that the block element is floating above the surface. I am finishing up my last blocks and will end up with 12, while my classmates end up with as many as 100. The next step is to decide how to layout my quilt and I am looking forward to collaborating with Pam to accomplish that task. I’m kicking around a sashing idea that I gleaned from Kaffe Fassett’s book, Quilts in Morocco. It might be just the perfect element to bring the whole thing together in a very satisfying way. I will post later on this completed project.

My Bunny Oct 2014Another work-in-progress, also based on a Pine Needle class: Violet Craft’s Forest Abstractions Quilt taught by Violet herself. This is a paper-pieced project that creates six incredible forest creatures. I love paper piecing, but hate tearing out the papers and recently discovered a paper that can be left in the project because it dissolves down to soft fibers with washing (Sharon Schamber’s Foundation Paper). I’m giving it a try. Since I don’t really enjoy following patterns, I was wondering why in the world I registered for this class as it approached. However, I had a blast picking fabric and it was pure delight watching the bunny come to life; there are about 70 pieces in this adorable little guy. He is supposed to be 12.5 inches square, but mine is a tad skinny. I might finish each animal as a separate quilt rather than putting them together in one quilt. That will probably depend on whether or not I can finish all six of them. Either the individual blocks (as little quilts) or the entire quilt are destined for the May 2015 Northwest Quilter’s Inc. quilt show at the Portland EXPO center.

Before the end of November, I must complete two t-shirt quilts. One is for my brother-in-law and I’ve created an awesome layout – just wait until you see it! The second is for a fund-raising project that I auctioned at Jesuit High School that has come due – I will do my shadow box design on this one. These are simply “must get dones.”

I have also designed, and largely cut out, a quilt for our bed using Kaffe Fassett’s fabulous floral fabrics and shot cottons. Oh, it is going to be stunning. I can’t wait to get to it. After the t-shirt quilts, and keeping caught up on my classes, I’m right on it.

The “Around the World Blog Hop” has some structure in that we are to answer the questions: what am I working on, how does my work differ from others of its genre, why do I create what I do, and how does my creative process work? Other than all I’ve already written, I just will add one thing about the “why.” All my life I have heard that we should “do” what we love. Finally after a corporate life and working as a CPA and after homeschooling five kids, I have begun a business where I can do just that. I have a business that is all about quilting. My clients are quilters. As I do my business, I am constantly inspired to create my own quilts, and I can and I do. Bliss.

Wonky Logs Quilted with “Modern Curves”

Miriam's Wonky Log Cabin

Sometimes the perfect quilting design and a beautiful quilt top come together in a magical way – bliss to a Longarmer’s heart.

You can see this quilt highlighted on The Pine Needle’s Facebook page (March 20, 2014) at

While this quilt hung on the wall at The Pine Needle, when I presented it to Miriam, everyone in the shop came to admire it. It occurred to me that I was probably the only person in the group drooling over the quilt design – everyone else was drooling over the lovely fabrics and the great piecing that Miriam had accomplished!

It was my joy to quilt this top for Miriam.

I always love adding quilting to a quilt top – always. Sometimes, though, it is especially satisfying when the quilt design and the quilt top complement each other perfectly. “Zen Umbrellas” and the quilting design “rain drops” from is one such pairing that I am just loving! I hope my customer, Tam, loves it as much as I do! See Tam’s blog at