Painting myself into a corner

Sometimes, in order to get something done, I paint myself into a figurative corner. In this case, I decided that I'd volunteer to have a quilt up for the mother's weekend quilt show here at WSU in April in order to get this wall hanging finished. When it's done, the tucks (which have different shades of blue in a gradation on the bottom of the tucks as well) will go one way and another to make another design against the background.

This is what I did with some of the fabrics that I decorated with the Shiva paint sticks and the rubbing templates. I don't really need more coasters, but I wanted to see what they'd look like after free-motion quilting. It may be that the guys at work get coasters next Christmas even though they'll look at me and go, "Huh." (They're a bunch of nerds, but they're my bunch of nerds.)

Come to the edge

“Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.” Guillaume Apollinaire

Happy Birthday to Meeeeee.

Today is my birthday. (Ok, I share it with many different people, but I thought of having my birthday today first.) I decided to take the day off to play to celebrate. It's *beautiful* outside, so later today I'm going to go out and start cleaning out my flower beds and trimming back the roses.

Sunday I started playing with my Shiva paintsticks. It'll still be another few days before I can heat set them, but I love the results so far. (Once again, they look better in person.) I found that they look nicer on darker fabrics, but I haven't done anything yet that I haven't absolutely loved.

You Are A Weeping Willow Tree

You are a dreamer, and you're into almost any kind of escapism. Restless and capricious, you love to travel to exotic places. You are easily influenced by others, as long as they don't pressure you. You tend to suffer in love until you find that one loyal, steadfast partner. An empathetic friend, you love to make others smile and laugh.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

Dreaming of spring

A dear friend sent me the most beautiful picture of delphiniums and I couldn't resist the urge to arrange them into a postcard to put in my cubicle at work. It's going to be a while before we have flowers blooming (except for the crocuses along my driveway) but pictures sometimes give me hope.

What I can't figure out is why you can see the tracks of the printer in the flowers on this image but not on the card itself. I'm going to have to do more experimentation with photographing what I've made.