<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 20:59:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Kim's Big Quilting Adventure</title><description>A blog about my "adventures" in quilting and life's happenings</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1075</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-424455191548287194</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T23:12:13.260-08:00</atom:updated><title>Start as You Mean to Go On</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THEY say that what you spend your New Year's Eve doing, you'll do throughout the year. Or maybe it's what you spend your New Year's Day doing, you'll do throughout the year. THEY say a lot of things, and I've heard THEM say both. So what are YOU doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our office closed a few hours early today, so I came home and took a little nap--stolen afternoon naps are the yummiest, aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby cooked a simple but tasty dinner for us--grilled chicken breasts, green beans, and potatoes--and we've been spending a quiet New Year's Eve at home. We watched part of an older movie together and then I headed to the Sweat Shop and left him in the livingroom watching sports of some sort--hockey, maybe. I just took a cherry pie out of the oven, and we'll share some once it cools a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also spent a little time this evening blog hopping, visiting many of my internet friends to wish everyone a happy New Year! If I missed you or didn't comment, please know I hope this year brings you all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my visits, I found that some of my bloggy friends were disappointed in 2009--some for personal reasons but more often than not because of the crazy happenings in the world. I wonder though--when HAVEN'T there been crazy happenings in the world? I'm not sure there will come a time when people, groups, and/or nations aren't creating havoc of some kind. And although we may suffer through their actions, we can't control them. Yes, the economy has been terrible and many of us were affected in 2009. I hope it gets better; and I believe it is starting to turn around. Yes, there are crazies out there. And bad people--politicians, celebrities, leaders of all kinds. But I think there are many good people and many good things to be happy and grateful about. Quite often, we just don't hear about them. We need to pay more attention and recognize the good for what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my own little world, 2009 brought unemployment to Hubby, and we had to scramble a little to regain our economic hold. We did, we learned a few lessons, and I think we're actually better off in some ways. 2009 also brought the beginning of my quilt teaching "career," as well as a start to my little pattern design business. A friend told me she's really noticed a change in me this year, and she thought it might be due to increased self-assurance and a happiness I've derived from teaching. I suspect it has something to do with my bloggy friends and my local quilting pals as well! Maybe one of the biggest steps I took in 2009 was to quit smoking just about six months ago. And Soccer Son asked his Lovely Wife-to-be-Someday to marry him--and she said yes! So all in all, 2009 hasn't been too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tonight, on New Year's Eve, I'm settled in with a few of my favorite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sz2VqQ4YKLI/AAAAAAAAHSA/KD291c9fP34/s1600-h/12.30.09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421654079742421170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sz2VqQ4YKLI/AAAAAAAAHSA/KD291c9fP34/s400/12.30.09+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if it's true--that you should spend New Year's Eve/New Year's Day doing what you would like to be doing all year long, then I'm pretty well set. Drinking hot chocolate, reading your blogs, eating cherry pie, working on my basket blocks, spending a little time with Hubby, napping, and--yet to come--reading. Good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year to you and your family! I'm wishing you the best in the year to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-424455191548287194?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-as-you-mean-to-go-on.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sz2VqQ4YKLI/AAAAAAAAHSA/KD291c9fP34/s72-c/12.30.09+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6498198486940141232</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T00:20:16.124-08:00</atom:updated><title>Red Tiddly Winks</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8khLPlI/AAAAAAAAHRU/3yhDr2AjfS0/s1600-h/Tiddly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305849065455186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8khLPlI/AAAAAAAAHRU/3yhDr2AjfS0/s400/Tiddly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple years ago when I was a little kid, I thought red tiddly winks were the coolest things! The smaller red "winks" were semi-see through while the blue and yellow "winks" weren't. And somehow, the red ones always looked good enough to eat--kind of like they should taste like candy. (They didn't, but that didn't keep me from "testing" them every so often.) I never really saw the point of PLAYING tiddly winks, but I could look at and touch those red tiddly winks for hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, here it is, a few years later, and I have that very same feeling about this--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8ZHo49I/AAAAAAAAHRM/n2OVHK5PHy4/s1600-h/12.30.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305846005556178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8ZHo49I/AAAAAAAAHRM/n2OVHK5PHy4/s400/12.30.09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Santa's gift that he had the Fat Quarter Shop help him with arrived--the kit for Frosted Windowpanes! Yes, it's a little bit late, having arrived a few days after Christmas, but that doesn't matter one little bit! I could look at and touch these &lt;strike&gt;red tiddly winks&lt;/strike&gt; beautiful fabrics for hours! (And see the card from Santa? How cool is THAT?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost didn't unwrap the kit though--I kind of liked the way it looked in its shiny cellophane wrapping (and it surely kept me from doing any damage to the fabric in the event I was tempted to lick it to see if it tasted like candy!), but I noticed there was something in the kit that didn't look quite right. Guess what? Santa ALSO sent me a Moda tote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8HZ8QlI/AAAAAAAAHRE/g3swxhxJcs4/s1600-h/12.30.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305841250484818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8HZ8QlI/AAAAAAAAHRE/g3swxhxJcs4/s400/12.30.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I WAS a very good girl this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm also kind of giddy tonight because not only have I ordered several of the books you've recommended, but I decided to make a run to Borders during my lunch hour and buy one--just to get me through until the others arrive in the mail. Somehow by the time I got to the checkout counter, I was carrying THREE books. And while I was being rung up? The cashier told me how good The Piano Teacher was--she just finished it before Christmas. Sheesh! So, here's what came home with me--someone left a comment about The Sugar Queen and it sounded good (besides--there are PEPPERMINTS on the cover!); I've looked at the Historian a few times, and the Beach Street Knitting Society and Yarn Club sounded like it might be a decent book (even if I don't knit):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY78RCflI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/62h7f61GsII/s1600-h/12.30.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305838260354642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY78RCflI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/62h7f61GsII/s400/12.30.09+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As far as hobby/pasttime supplies, I think I'm pretty well set for beginning 2010. Gosh, I feel just like I'm holding all the red tiddly winks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6498198486940141232?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-tiddly-winks.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzxY8khLPlI/AAAAAAAAHRU/3yhDr2AjfS0/s72-c/Tiddly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-4225907880070639002</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T21:38:57.636-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cool!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you all so much for the good reading suggestions. It just tickles me to death when so many of you "participate" and leave comments. And if any of you are interested in finding a good book, check yesterday's comments for suggestions as well as a few below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my applique and basket block out and the pieces positioned to work on tonight, but I've realized there's nothing on television I'm interested in watching! So, I think it's early to bed for me with the book I'm reading instead of working on applique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithfulquilter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; mentioned in a comment that when she comes home from work, she's too tired to do much other than collapse, and I've heard the same thing from other people. And who doesn't understand that sort of tiredness? For me, quilting is my "play" time--it re-energizes me. I also think that quilting uses a different part of my brain--the creative side--than what I use all day long at work, so maybe that's the difference for me. I DO find that when I'm between projects, the thought of coming home after a day of work and STARTING something new is awfully daunting, so I'll often put it off. Maybe it's that big step that keeps some of us from quilting after work? Or maybe it's just the press of other duties and chores? But if you come home from work and collapse, and you're not happy with doing that, I'd suggest that after dinner, instead of heading to the couch, head to your sewing place--just for a half hour. A half hour a night isn't that long, and just think how much you can accomplish over the course of a week or a month. But more importantly, I bet you'll find that at the end of a half hour, you're having fun and not ready to stop. And I bet that once you get into a habit of being creative in some way each evening, it will become second nature. And no, I'm not advocating you abandon spouse and children each night. I suspect they won't really miss you in a half hour but if they do, find some hand work you enjoy that you can work on while you socialize with the family--embroidery, applique, working with wool, whatever. But if night time quilting isn't for you, then there's always the weekends for "play"! And on week nights? Well, there ARE books, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to your suggestions, I've ordered The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane, the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and The Friday Night Knitting Club. I've read a few of the other books mentioned and I've added some to my "wish list" too. Tell me this, though: Have any of you read Olive Kitteridge? I started reading it and was bored to death--I felt like I just didn't "get it," so I set it aside. I think most of all, I didn't really like the characters much. The book is still on my nightstand and I wonder if I should pick it back up and read a little further or take it to the office and give someone else a chance? After all, reviews of the book suggest plenty of people enjoyed it--maybe it's just not for me. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another book I was wondering about: The Time Traveler's Wife. Someone loaned it to me ages ago and I haven't read it. I've heard some good things about it but I was worried it might be a little too Sci-Fi for my reading tastes. Any input?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here are a couple recommendations from me for good reading--as you may notice, I enjoy series books. First Will Thomas' series that begins with the book &lt;a href="http://www.willthomasauthor.com/somedanger_description.php"&gt;Some Danger Involved&lt;/a&gt;. I've mentioned the book before but it's worth mentioning again--kind of Sherlock Holmes meets Wild Wild West. I'm anxiously awaiting the sixth book in the series, but I think it will be a little while. Hubby likes this series too. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charles Todd's Inspector Ian Rutledge series that begins with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Test-Wills-Inspector-Rutledge-Mysteries/dp/0061242845/ref=pd_cp_b_1"&gt;A Test of Wills&lt;/a&gt;. The main character is a shell shocked WWI vet who returns to his Scotland Yard job accompanied by an imaginary "friend" of sorts--kind of a dark and quirky series but really well written and thought out. And, oddly enough, I believe this is the series that is written by a woman and her son, but they do it seamlessly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, along somewhat similar historical and genre lines, there's the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maisie-Dobbs-Jacqueline-Winspear/dp/0142004332/ref=pd_sim_b_20"&gt;Maisie Dobbs&lt;/a&gt; series by Jacqueline Winspear. I like Maisie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time now for bath, bed, and book. Oh, and maybe a little hot chocolate too! Thanks for visiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-4225907880070639002?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-8964070340508300602</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T00:25:16.195-08:00</atom:updated><title>Moving Along . . .</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been messing around with flowers tonight--I prepped some applique pieces for the baskets and I thought I'd show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Szm5GfkvlXI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/QuH5jNbK-DI/s1600-h/12.26.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420567147723068786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Szm5GfkvlXI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/QuH5jNbK-DI/s400/12.26.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As far as the design process goes, I took a cue from the floral fabric with the black background that I showed you the other day, and drew a few flowers in keeping with that feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cut the pieces out of freezer paper and laid them out in position on the basket; then I started selecting fabrics for each piece, ironing the fabric to the paper, and basting each piece. I might move the pieces around a bit, but maybe not.  Still, at this point these pieces are just roughly positioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far, my plan is to use the same flower designs for each basket but move the flowers into different positions and use different fabrics. I might add another couple flowers to the mix as I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough of that though. Last week I mentioned going to bed with a good book and someone asked what I was reading. Around this time of the year, when there's a lot to do, I like to read "light" books--books that are entertaining enough but not so much so that I can't put them down to do the things that need to be done. Last week I was reading a Nora Roberts book called Tribute; this week I'm reading a Jonathan Kellerman book called True Detectives. Both are nice books but probably aren't something I'll be thinking about a month from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What have you read lately that you can recommend?  Now that the holidays are nearly over, I'm ready to pick up something more attention-grabbing.  And I really need to update the reading section in my sidebar, but I just haven't been enthusiastic about anything I've read lately.  So what's new and good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-8964070340508300602?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-along.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Szm5GfkvlXI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/QuH5jNbK-DI/s72-c/12.26.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6536546907891786711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T23:12:52.060-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ick!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Generally speaking, I'm a fairly tidy person.  Tamale-making ISN'T a very tidy activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been making tamales all day long.  It's almost 11 p.m. and the last batch is steaming on the stove.  We have chicken tamales, pork tamales, and beef tamales.  I've made probably something like seven or eight dozen, although I lost count after the first two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My hands have been working with wet corn husks all day and my fingers are a little prune-like.  From working with the masa dough and the cooked tamales, my hands are greasy.  I suppose people pay good money to get their hands soft and moist, but I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I have dried bits of masa dough stuck to my arms, here and there up to my elbows.  My clothing is streaked with it.  I'm wearing my oldest, most tattered clothes because I knew that by the end of the day, I'd be a mess.  I held off on taking a bath and washing my hair because everything would just get worse and there was no point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I probably have dried corn silks hanging from my clothing--maybe not too much of a change from the normal threads!  My fingers hurt from tying string around the ends of the tamales (because folding the ends doesn't work for me--I'm just not that good).  My neck, back, and shoulders ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all, I feel good though.  My freezer is filled with meals--meals that can be served without much fuss so that I can keep sewing.  And you know what?  We had tamales for dinner and they're oh so goooooooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time now to go soak in a nice, hot bath and wash off the eau de tamale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6536546907891786711?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/ick.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-3837379997878544756</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T00:07:53.557-08:00</atom:updated><title>Buildin' Stuff</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Christmas over, I've been buildin' stuff today. Want to know what I've been buildin'? A couple of my favorite things: tamales and a quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other than tamales and a quilt, I haven't done much today. Oh, I took a nap. So we have tamales, a quilt, and a nap. And I thought to myself, "What would my blog readers want to hear about most?" I figured it was probably the quilt. Had I asked myself, "What would my blog readers want to EAT most?," it would be the tamales, hands down, but I've TALKED about tamales on my blog before, so I'll skip tamales for now and talk about the quilt. I apologize if any of you wanted to hear about the nap.  I don't remember much of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I'd talk about my quilt design process a little bit. So here's how the magic happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking about red and white quilts the last couple weeks. And then those visions of basket blocks started floating around in my head a few days ago. I often like to start my quilt designing thought processes with traditional blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went to my shelf of red fabric and pulled out some happy reds I liked. Then I went to my shelf of white background fabrics and pulled out some white I liked. After that, I thought a little bit about the size and number of blocks I wanted to make, and I pulled out some half square triangle paper. Here's my first step:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJ2WSnHI/AAAAAAAAHQs/SQtS7dPOb7A/s1600-h/12.26.09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419819537469185138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJ2WSnHI/AAAAAAAAHQs/SQtS7dPOb7A/s400/12.26.09+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, I put the red and white half square triangles up on the design wall and figured out what I needed to cut to complete the blocks. I cut the white pieces and added them to the design wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJbizMGI/AAAAAAAAHQk/Cw57KdA6zjk/s1600-h/12.26.09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419819530273894498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJbizMGI/AAAAAAAAHQk/Cw57KdA6zjk/s400/12.26.09+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around this time, I decided I would need more room for the handles, so I decided to add additional strips to the top two sides of the blocks. Also around this time, I decided the flowers I was going to add to the baskets were going to be red, pink, teal, and lavender. Because my stash is a little short on pink, teal, and lavender, I ran off to visit Lindy and the gang at Bearpaws &amp;amp; Hollyhocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRIoojpdI/AAAAAAAAHQU/7jLwqcWoA90/s1600-h/12.26.09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419819516607833554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRIoojpdI/AAAAAAAAHQU/7jLwqcWoA90/s400/12.26.09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after a nice little visit, I came home with a yummy looking collection of fat quarters, above.  (The teals aren't actually as green as they look here.)  And for color inspiration (and very likely borders and setting triangles), I brought home these fabrics too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRITBr9gI/AAAAAAAAHQM/jk2Z4XrdLDo/s1600-h/12.26.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419819510807655938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRITBr9gI/AAAAAAAAHQM/jk2Z4XrdLDo/s400/12.26.09+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once home, I started sewing some of the basket blocks together. When I put them back up on the design wall, I decided the blocks would probably look best with sashing and cornerstones between them. My eye also caught a length of red rick rack sitting on a desk in the Sweat Shop. Basket handles maybe? Hummmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJJwFElI/AAAAAAAAHQc/zpbmCyCF6EM/s1600-h/12.26.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419819525497754194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJJwFElI/AAAAAAAAHQc/zpbmCyCF6EM/s400/12.26.09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So this is where I am so far. Five blocks sewn together; eight blocks still to sew. Sashing and cornerstones to decide on. More rick rack to buy and another trip to Bearpaws and Hollyhocks if rick rack basket handles are decided upon. And? The biggest next step? All the hand applique to design, prep, and sew. Yep, long term building project ahead! But I like it so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow? More tamale building. Today I made all the fillings; tomorrow I play around with dough and corn husks and assemble dozens of tamales. And those of you who were hoping to see tamales? Just wait--you may get your wish tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-3837379997878544756?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/buildin-stuff.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzcRJ2WSnHI/AAAAAAAAHQs/SQtS7dPOb7A/s72-c/12.26.09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6793406156247867299</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T22:56:38.727-08:00</atom:updated><title>Thank Goodness THAT's Over!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as I really and truly love Christmas and all that goes with it--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOSH, BUT IT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY OVER AND I'M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GLADDER THAN GLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent a mostly relaxing Christmas day, punctuated by a flurry of cooking, followed by some mighty fine eating, and then an adult beverage or two (or three or four) while playing silly games. And I didn't win any of them. They were rigged, I'm telling ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what am I doing this evening? Praying for the decorating elves to come while I sleep and change the decorations from Christmas to "winter verging on Valentine's Day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the meantime, those visions of basket blocks floating in my head last night? On their way to being basket blocks stuck up on my design wall. I may need to make a trip to Bearpaws &amp;amp; Hollyhocks tomorrow though--I have needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How about you? Was it good for you? I hope so! Now it's on to the next thing--and I have several things planned for the weekend. I think I'll round out Christmas day by taking a nice, warm bubble bath and heading to bed with a good book. Thanks for visiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6793406156247867299?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-goodness-thats-over.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-650354226249532823</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T21:31:29.781-08:00</atom:updated><title>It's Christmas Eve!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Christmas Eve and I find myself at loose ends a bit. There's not much on TV tonight. There's not much to read on blogs but wishes for a merry Christmas. So what do I do with myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything's ready--in fact, many of our celebrations, get togethers, and gift exchanges are done. The Wild Child won't be able to come for Christmas tomorrow, but we had a nice visit with her last weekend, so we will have to be content with that for now. Soccer Son and his Lovely Wife-to-be-Someday will come tomorrow afternoon to visit and have dinner with us. Dinner will be simple but good--steaks, sauteed mushrooms, green beans, mashed potatoes, and salad. Tonight they're celebrating Christmas with her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oftentimes on Christmas Eve it feels to me like the world is waiting. Waiting for Christmas to arrive. It's quiet. The neighbors across the street are having a party, but still it's quiet in our neighborhood. Hubby is drowsing in his recliner. Spike and Stitch have been asleep on our bed all evening, no doubt dreaming of Santa and the mice they hope he'll leave in their stockings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My office surprised us by closing early today, so I was able to come home this afternoon and take a nice nap--curled up with the cats! I awoke to a feeling of drowsy contentment and peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I've spent time thinking about the people in my life and how they're spending the holiday. Many will be with friends and family in large celebrations, many will observe the holiday in small, close gatherings, and some will spend the day alone. "Alone" does not have to mean "lonely" though. After all, I think most of us understand we can be "lonely" in a crowded space. Anne Sutton over at Bunny Hill expressed my sentiments about being alone on Christmas perfectly &lt;a href="http://bunnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/12/quilters-christmas.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I DO hope that if you're alone this Christmas, you're still able to find joy and contentment in your heart and occupation for your hands; and if you're not alone but are lonely anyway--I hope you will soon find the time and space to engage in something that brings you joy, particularly if it will also bring you into contact with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for me and my Christmas Eve LACK of plans, it feels like WEEKS since I've been in the Sweat Shop, working on anything other than Christmas gifts. Tonight I have visions of basket blocks floating in my head. I think I'll make myself a cup of hot chocolate and head in. I've told myself the same thing several evenings recently and never carried through because it got too late in the evening, but with the nice nap I had after work today and nothing planned for tomorrow until the afternoon . . . well, I think I'll go wait for Christmas to arrive surrounded by fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Merry Christmas to you and may you find joy and peace during this holiday season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-650354226249532823?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-eve.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-8891354332024989156</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T00:24:11.042-08:00</atom:updated><title>Metamorph</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not quite "metamorphosis" but partly there. And what am I talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've mentioned before that I'm not a "girly girl." I'm not into shopping, clothes, make-up, hair. I quilt. I hang around with quilters. Not that quilters are the antitheses of "girly girls"--I'm sure plenty of us like to shop, get dressed up, put on make-up, and mess around with our hair. But when I hang with my home gals, we're quilting; we're not shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Women learn from one another. I know that from quilting. But because I don't do girly-girl things with my girlfriends, I don't often learn about the girl stuff. BUT--shopping with my coworkers in San Francisco a couple weeks ago was a different story. Shopping with girlfriends NOT at quilt shops is something I probably should do more often. Not that shopping in SF was a hugh epiphany, mind you, but sometimes it's the little things that can give you a different perspective. Like when one of the ladies gave me her scarf to wear when I was freezing my patotie off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knew scarves could be so warm? Okay, yes, I DO realize most people know, but oddly enough, I didn't--because I don't like to fuss with accessories, and besides, my neck is about a half an inch long--why would I need a scarf? But now?! Oh, I haven't exactly gone out and bought enough scarves to clothe a giraffe in style, but I have bought two--one black and one white. And now I kind of keep an eye out for scarves when I'm in department stores. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there's color. I wear a lot of black with a couple other colors thrown into the mix. Like gray. Denim blue. Or red sometimes if I'm feeling wild. And maybe it's just rebellion against the gray days of winter, but recently I've purchased a few things in more vibrant colors. Like hot pink. And purple. Don't worry--it's not like I'm going to run out and buy hot pink slacks--I haven't completely lost my mind! But mixing in some brighter colors in shirts and tops is kind of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know what I did today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzL5V0u-xhI/AAAAAAAAHQE/y7MN-ihDiF8/s1600-h/12.18.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667455008392722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzL5V0u-xhI/AAAAAAAAHQE/y7MN-ihDiF8/s400/12.18.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S-P-A Ped-I-Cure: As I see it, it's a cure for ho-hum feet. Look at that hot pink polish! Maybe I'll do my fingernails too. Wouldn't THAT be wild and daring?! Do you think it's mid-life crisis? Winter blahs? A change in attitude? Well, whatever it is, it's kind of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, on to something more interesting than moi: a winner for the Frosted Windowpanes pattern. This time the random number picker (aka Hubby) picked #3, which happens to be Marls. Marls, email me your snail mail address and I'll get it in the mail to you next week. Soon I hope to make the Schnibbles pattern I mentioned, and I'll have another pattern giveaway then, so watch for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing about the giveaway--I was quite surprised to see how many of you mentioned birthdays in the comments. My sincere birthday wishes go out to all of you--I just wish I had more patterns to give you! I know it must be hard to have a birthday so close to Christmas, but I hope you've all enjoyed your special day. Boy Boss's birthday is on December 29th, and it's a little bit hard for me to think past Christmas, but luckily we've established a bit of a tradition where I bring him homemade tamales for his birthday each year. So that's what I'll be doing this weekend--making tamales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas eve is here, and I wish you all the peace and joy of the season. As for me, I'm thinking about how surprised Santa's going to be when he sees my hot pink toe nails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-8891354332024989156?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/metamorph.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzL5V0u-xhI/AAAAAAAAHQE/y7MN-ihDiF8/s72-c/12.18.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-4941918228629070878</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T20:45:07.283-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cat Tales, Etc.</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only two days until Christmas. Are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby and I went out to enjoy a nice dinner tonight, just the two of us, at our favorite Italian place and to pick up a last gift card. Now we're back home, and it's time to put on some Christmas music, make a cup of hot chocolate, and do a little holiday baking. Things are falling into place and the rush is starting to slow down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even the two cats have finally settled into a tentative friendship. Hubby said they played tag much of the day, chasing one another through the house. As Stitch gets older, he's starting to really develop a personality. One of his favorite things is to read blogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdDGFFp0I/AAAAAAAAHP8/P4_-H8FUG18/s1600-h/12.18.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284503200540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdDGFFp0I/AAAAAAAAHP8/P4_-H8FUG18/s400/12.18.09+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whose blog is that? I know I have another photo of him reading Carol's Crafty Creations; maybe that's still Carol's blog. No, he's not actually reading, but he DOES love to watch the cursor move on the screen. Taking a photo this close made his fur look kind of funny, didn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of Spike's favorite attention-getting tricks is to open the kitchen drawer and pull out all the dish towels. Sometimes, once she's emptied the drawer, she'll crawl in for a little nap. Stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdC7wCGOI/AAAAAAAAHP0/q9rKOv3S504/s1600-h/12.18.09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284500427872482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdC7wCGOI/AAAAAAAAHP0/q9rKOv3S504/s400/12.18.09+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stitch is quite mischevious and most of his day (and night) is spent playing--here he has one of his purple Roos. They were free with the type of hairspray I use and I collected several before Stitch came along. They're just the right size and weight for him to toss them up in the air, run after them, and then wrestle them into submission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdCZUMz2I/AAAAAAAAHPs/39KA3sRwodA/s1600-h/12.18.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284491184328546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdCZUMz2I/AAAAAAAAHPs/39KA3sRwodA/s400/12.18.09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But when he's not playing, he's a little love bug--cuddling is one of his favorite things, and most mornings I wake to find him cuddled up next to me in bed, either on my pillow, or against my arm or side. He doesn't like to be alone and will follow us from room to room. We let him outside in the backyard the other day for the first time, when Hubby was out there sweeping up some leaves, and what an adventure he had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well enough procrastination! It's time to change into "play clothes" and head to the kitchen to bake. I hope your holiday plans are coming together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-4941918228629070878?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat-tales-etc.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzGdDGFFp0I/AAAAAAAAHP8/P4_-H8FUG18/s72-c/12.18.09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6405747429960587004</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T22:07:21.566-08:00</atom:updated><title>Giving Something Back</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always believe that when good fortune comes along, it's best to give a little something back. I think it makes for good karma or at least it brings a little smile to someone's face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember my story about leaving last week's office party with a $40 bribe? I may have told you the follow up story, but I don't think so. The next morning, on my way to work, I went to Noah's Bagels and bought bagels and cream cheese for the office with half my "winnings." How can anyone hate me when I'm feeding them breakfast, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, once again good fortune has smiled on me. This afternoon I had an email from Jocelyn at the Fat Quarter Shop, letting me know I was one of the Dear Santa winners and I'd won the Frosted Windowpanes quilt kit. Woo-hooo! Seriously, it came as a HUGE surprise--I didn't really think I had a chance. In fact, I was so CERTAIN I wouldn't win that I had already ordered the pattern, and that package arrived today. So this is what I'm going to do: I'll have a giveaway for the pattern. If you haven't seen it, here's what it looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzBVFLZxvhI/AAAAAAAAHPk/Ido_Ce7AfEs/s1600-h/Frosted+Windowpanes+Pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417923899175321106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzBVFLZxvhI/AAAAAAAAHPk/Ido_Ce7AfEs/s400/Frosted+Windowpanes+Pattern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It looks like the piecing is pretty simple, and the applique isn't too complicated, but yet it makes for a really stunning and elegant quilt, don't you think?! If you might be interested in making this quilt, please leave me a comment, letting me know you want in on the drawing for the PATTERN and I'll put your name in. I'll announce a winner on my Thursday (Christmas Eve) blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also ordered a Schnibbles pattern using the Glace fabric line and that arrived today too. Once I make that smaller quilt, I'll do another giveaway of the pattern and probably some of the fabric to make it, so if you didn't win at the FQ Shop and don't win the Frosted Windowpanes pattern from me . . . well, maybe you'll get another chance, so check back every so often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6405747429960587004?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-something-back.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SzBVFLZxvhI/AAAAAAAAHPk/Ido_Ce7AfEs/s72-c/Frosted+Windowpanes+Pattern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>60</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-3949471107672705552</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T01:32:19.719-08:00</atom:updated><title>Season's Greetings!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life here at my house has been hectic during the last several days, and while I ran in and out, attending holiday events and gatherings, mail stacked up on the kitchen table. Tonight I finally had time to relax and look through the holiday gifts and greetings from friends--besides GIVING gifts, I love getting things from my friends, but it's not so much the "getting" part that pleases me so much as it is just hearing from people and knowing that I'm in their thoughts too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I receive gifts from friends and bloggers, and I'm always a little hesitant about whether to show what I've received here on my blog. I don't want to make a big deal of my own good fortune, but at the same time, I DO want to publicly thank these thoughtful people because in may cases, I think they are people you know too, and I want everyone to know how kind they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday night, Gran and I went to Manteca for PMS night and there we exchanged holiday gifts. Gran gave me this great bag--it was designed to hold knitting but it will hold stitchery just as well. You may be able to see the ornament hanging on the hook--it's now on the tree in the Sweat Shop. She also gave me some sparkly red floss. What a sweetie Gran is to think of me and pick such a thoughtful gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87KBhCLgI/AAAAAAAAHPU/hehkIZ9pWgI/s1600-h/12.18.09+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417613920141716994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87KBhCLgI/AAAAAAAAHPU/hehkIZ9pWgI/s400/12.18.09+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've known Carol of &lt;a href="http://carolscraftblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carol's Crafty Creations&lt;/a&gt; online for several years through a Thimbleberries Yahoo group--I'd love to meet her one of these days, but so far that hasn't happened. Still, I know from meeting other online friends that the friendships we form online are just as strong as those we form with the people we see in person. Carol knows me well enough to know of my lust for all things peppermint this year, and she sent me these salt and pepper shakers and a Christmas towel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87J0dVKiI/AAAAAAAAHPM/T9phbua1pIM/s1600-h/12.18.09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417613916636523042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87J0dVKiI/AAAAAAAAHPM/T9phbua1pIM/s400/12.18.09+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What Carol didn't know is that I nearly bought these twice but reined myself in, and I ALMOST got to steal a pair at one of the gift exchanges, but they'd been stolen several times already by the time my turn came around. The towel is hanging on my peg rack in the kitchen and the salt and pepper shakers are on the shelf over my stove. Thank you Carol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another friend from the Thimbleberries group is Eileen of My Quilting Porch. Eileen and I HAVE met in person several times and we email each other a few times a day. Eileen sent me this roll of Buggy Barn star fabric and two charm packs of 1800 reproduction fabrics--all excellent choices! She was even sweet enough to include a gift for Hubby--a metal rod that extends, is magnetic, and lights up at the tip to find objects in dark places so he can pick them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87Je6zY0I/AAAAAAAAHPE/G_AaegQCopc/s1600-h/12.18.09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417613910854558530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87Je6zY0I/AAAAAAAAHPE/G_AaegQCopc/s400/12.18.09+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides gifts, I received several Christmas cards from friends I haven't seen lately. I truly treasure these. My friend Liz moved to Colorado in August and I miss seeing her at the quilt shop and classes--Hey Liz! Maybe I can find a hot air balloon and come visit! I also received a card and gift card from a student and fellow teacher I've known for several years--what a happy surprise to know she's thinking of me this holiday season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe the biggest gift of the holiday season lies in knowing we've made an impression on and touched others' lives in a positive way. And so I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who have left thoughtful comments on my blog this past year, because you've touched my life too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-3949471107672705552?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy87KBhCLgI/AAAAAAAAHPU/hehkIZ9pWgI/s72-c/12.18.09+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-1743238765433516128</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T00:21:17.274-08:00</atom:updated><title>My, You Have Big Red Balls, . . .</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and green balls and gold balls (you can kind of see a little bit of a gold one there near the bottom of the photo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3VhW9wtXI/AAAAAAAAHO8/sPRE0UUzy3s/s1600-h/12.18.09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417220695873598834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3VhW9wtXI/AAAAAAAAHO8/sPRE0UUzy3s/s400/12.18.09+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm getting ahead of myself. Today was filled with Christmas activities. Last night, the Wild Child drove west from Tahoe and spent the night with us so she could attend the extended family Christmas get together today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3VhC8zUUI/AAAAAAAAHO0/2FKoaKKzS5Q/s1600-h/12.18.09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417220690500866370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3VhC8zUUI/AAAAAAAAHO0/2FKoaKKzS5Q/s400/12.18.09+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's always fun to see her! Around noon, Hubby's family gathered at his parents' house for a Christmas lunch and gift exchange. Someone (my niece, I believe) thought grandma needed a roach clip. Apparently they sold these at the Santa shop at the kids' school. (Okay, yes, it's actually intended to hold a photo, but being a child of the 60s/70s, whenever I see an alligator clip, I think "roach clip." I sure got grandma worried when I mentioned it to her too! And you should have seen the looks on my sister-in-law's and brother-in-law's faces when I congratulated them on the inspired gift selection! Oh what fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3Vgr_z_5I/AAAAAAAAHOs/_3k2XbhQ-b4/s1600-h/12.18.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417220684339478418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3Vgr_z_5I/AAAAAAAAHOs/_3k2XbhQ-b4/s400/12.18.09+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's gift exchange was yet another of the "steal the gift" variety--here's one of the baskets I put together--I called this a "Night of Celebration" and it contained a bottle of the red Christmas glog, some nuts, chocolate truffles, "diamond" confetti, Irish cheese ('cause the family's Irish, you know!), and a couple of drink glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U3fg267I/AAAAAAAAHOk/D0w-r5fKQ8M/s1600-h/12.18.09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219976613784498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U3fg267I/AAAAAAAAHOk/D0w-r5fKQ8M/s400/12.18.09+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think grandma and grandpa ended up with this basket. Grandma and grandpa rock! Hey, it's no mystery why they had SIX kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grandpa likes a little cake with his whipped cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U3PsimEI/AAAAAAAAHOc/V1vlqzkJnJA/s1600-h/12.18.09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219972367816770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U3PsimEI/AAAAAAAAHOc/V1vlqzkJnJA/s400/12.18.09+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Christmas with the family ended, we headed home to recharge a little bit, and then I went back out to meet up with my friend Lisa and her family to look at Christmas lights and decorations. I really LOVE looking at lights, but I've missed it the last several years because I had other things going on. Hubby doesn't really enjoy it, so I asked Lisa if I could tag along tonight and she very graciously agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our first stop was a well-known Sacramento area location called Dovewood Court in Orangevale. We parked a few blocks away and walked. Each and every house in the court is decorated--I took a photo of this "over the top" garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U25WN9uI/AAAAAAAAHOU/wJNTKSLmtkw/s1600-h/12.18.09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219966368610018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U25WN9uI/AAAAAAAAHOU/wJNTKSLmtkw/s400/12.18.09+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Dovewood, we headed toward the downtown Sacramento area, and visited another section of streets that are highly decorated for the holiday. Somehow photos just don't do these decorations justice--for one thing, they can't catch the magic of the lights. This house, though, looked awfully cute with cut out reindeer and Santa's sleigh, a moon on top of the house, and those HUGE jingle bell balls strung from the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U2SkHHXI/AAAAAAAAHOM/xjVhaNeu6TE/s1600-h/12.18.09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219955957898610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U2SkHHXI/AAAAAAAAHOM/xjVhaNeu6TE/s400/12.18.09+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sidewalks in this area are lined with these lighted arches and it's quite pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U17ep0VI/AAAAAAAAHOE/XJNlTo90NLc/s1600-h/12.18.09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219949760991570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3U17ep0VI/AAAAAAAAHOE/XJNlTo90NLc/s400/12.18.09+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last area we visited is an area known as the Fabulous Forties, where many of Sacramento's nicest older homes can be found. In fact, the homes themselves are so marvelous that even blow-up decorations look terrific! This time we stayed in the car, so I didn't get photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the evening, we went to Rick's Dessert Diner for coffee and treats--the small restaurant was packed with patrons of the Nutcracker ballet and other local entertainments. I'm quite certain that any calories depleted by walking and shivering in the chilly Sacramento night air were replaced at Rick's! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow? Sleeping in! Then house cleaning--I want to make sure Santa has a nice, clean house to visit when he arrives in just a few more days! Thanks for visiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-1743238765433516128?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-you-have-big-red-balls.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy3VhW9wtXI/AAAAAAAAHO8/sPRE0UUzy3s/s72-c/12.18.09+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-304271996959799458</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T16:16:51.806-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Misfit at the Ladybug's Party</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NdqTlXiI/AAAAAAAAHNc/U7MAST7_Kog/s1600-h/12.18.09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000730020372002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NdqTlXiI/AAAAAAAAHNc/U7MAST7_Kog/s400/12.18.09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was PMS Night at &lt;a href="http://www.ladybugsquilts.com/"&gt;LADYBUG'S QUILT SHOP&lt;/a&gt; in Manteca, and it presented us--Gran, Orcsmom (Pam), Colleen (No-Blog), and me--an excellent opportunity to get together for a little gal pal party out of town where no one would hold our behavior against us--except maybe the quilt shop owner, but she's a sweetie and we kept buying stuff so I don't think she'll ban us from the shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had all decided to bring some hand work, rather than lug our sewing machines and supplies on the drive, and I soon realized I was with the wrong bunch. Why? Well, shucks, but these gals are SERIOUS about their stitchery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before we'd been there long, they started showing off their storage bins and talking about lists of floss and which brands they like best. Soon they moved on to needle brands and sizes. Colleen pulled out her floss list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0Nep2VYlI/AAAAAAAAHN0/EglqK5mZx0Q/s1600-h/12.18.09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000747077558866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0Nep2VYlI/AAAAAAAAHN0/EglqK5mZx0Q/s400/12.18.09+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Front and back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NezW28CI/AAAAAAAAHN8/m9MvBTR_K9Q/s1600-h/12.18.09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000749629894690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NezW28CI/AAAAAAAAHN8/m9MvBTR_K9Q/s400/12.18.09+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it was Pam's turn--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NeZdjj-I/AAAAAAAAHNs/9lm86xnMRZQ/s1600-h/12.18.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000742678663138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NeZdjj-I/AAAAAAAAHNs/9lm86xnMRZQ/s400/12.18.09+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Gran? Well, she probably has her list memorized. But check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NeGHXiQI/AAAAAAAAHNk/MSL9ex-G1Bw/s1600-h/12.18.09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000737485326594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NeGHXiQI/AAAAAAAAHNk/MSL9ex-G1Bw/s400/12.18.09+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When she started strapping on lights and equipment, I thought maybe we were going spelunking! And look at how she's holding those balls of floss--the two finger hold! You can tell right away that she's a pro at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And me? Well, I'm quite embarrassed to say my supplies looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NMVvwl5I/AAAAAAAAHNU/NeLCFQAjroI/s1600-h/12.18.09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000432443627410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NMVvwl5I/AAAAAAAAHNU/NeLCFQAjroI/s400/12.18.09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, maybe I'm not that embarrassed. Gran told us we shouldn't store our floss in closed plastic bins for long, so I guess I'm doing the right thing in letting my supplies roam free. Ha! Free range floss! It's a good thing! And as for lists and colors? Yeah, not happenin'. I just pick a color that looks nice and isn't too tangled to tease loose from the flock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NMB87dGI/AAAAAAAAHNM/5y3MIAIwXMQ/s1600-h/12.18.09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000427130156130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NMB87dGI/AAAAAAAAHNM/5y3MIAIwXMQ/s400/12.18.09+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're in the Manteca area, Ladybug's is having an excellent sale this week--and we even left a few things there for you and we didn't tear up the shop too much! I hope you're enjoying your weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-304271996959799458?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/imposter-at-ladybugs-party.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sy0NdqTlXiI/AAAAAAAAHNc/U7MAST7_Kog/s72-c/12.18.09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-3614697959724046136</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T23:50:04.539-08:00</atom:updated><title>Do You Know . . .</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that Christmas is only a week away?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you ready for it?  I'm not!  I thought I was doing pretty good, but I ran into some problems tonight.  I had two gift baskets to put together and I couldn't find the baskets I'd purchased about a year and a half ago at Goodwill--we thought we were going to need them last year, so I had bought five nice ones, but we didn't use them after all.  Now where are they?  It's a mystery!  In theory they should be somewhere in the garage, but they must be hiding.  Hubby thought they must be hiding in the house and went searching; somewhere along the way, he broke a Jim Shore cow!  But baskets?  Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After digging out two substitute baskets that I thought would do okay, I went looking for the shredded paper or curly shaved wood that we use to line baskets.  Could I find it?  Nope!  It must have run away with the baskets, because it was nowhere to be found.  Again, we made do with what we were able to dig up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For years Hubby has been telling me to stop buying bows because we have too many.  I finally listened to him a year or two ago.  Tonight when I looked for bows, what did I find?  About eight semi-smashed bows, all in weird colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boxes?  I needed two, but did I find any?  No!  Again, I made do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I should probably feel good about making do with what I have instead of buying more, but I don't.  I just feel frustrated.  And I think of people like Martha Stewart who have entire WRAPPING CLOSETS (well, Martha probably has a freakin ROOM!), while I just have a poorly stocked garage and a broken Jim Shore cow.  Woe is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's done though--the stuff I needed to get wrapped tonight.  And now I can look forward to a couple days of fun.  Tomorrow I leave work in the afternoon when Gran picks me up and we drive down to Manteca to meet up with Orcasmom and her BFF Colleen for PMS Night at Lady Bug Quilt Shop ("PMS" stands for pizza, munchies, and soda).  We'll have a ton of fun, I know!  Then, on Saturday, Hubby and I will spend much of the day with Hubby's family celebrating Christmas.  On Saturday night I'll meet up with Lisa and her family to drive around town looking at Christmas lights.  So I guess I need to suck it up and stop feeling sorry for myself, huh?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, as you can see with all the festivities on my calendar for the next couple days, I might not get a chance to post to the blog--if I don't, it's just because my friends are keeping me out late and I'm having too much fun!  Rest assured, though, that I'll tell you about it when I can.  I hope you're having more success as you head toward Christmas.  Thanks for visiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-3614697959724046136?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-7079774687417624711</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T22:03:50.188-08:00</atom:updated><title>What Happens at the Office Christmas Party . . .</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stays at the Office Christmas Party! And today was ours. I'll tell you a little bit though . . . the part that's mine to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless you're a new reader to my blog, you know I work at a pretty terrific place, right? Today was our office Christmas luncheon/party at a swanky downtown restaurant. Heck, we had a blast! Luckily the restaurant assigned us our own separate room, well away from the other guests. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We've celebrated many occasions there, and I think they know us and our needs after all these years.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, we had another one of those gift exchanges where you can steal someone's gift, but this time it was a white elephant gift exchange, and the theme was "tacky holiday decorations." First a little background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A funny thing happened last Sunday while I was with my sister-in-law, Kath. She mentioned my mother-in-law wanted to get rid of a deer decoration I'd made and given to her quite a few years ago, but she didn't want to throw away something I'd made--she's nice like that! I quickly solved the problem by telling Kath I'd be happy to take it back and gift it at the office party. Unfortunately, I didn't get a photo of that deer, but it looked a lot like the one laying down in this photo below--I'd made myself a pair when I made them for other family members, and I re-painted and decorated mine a couple years ago--this was the before shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SynAfEd6G_I/AAAAAAAAHMo/N30IKJ_Cp0M/s1600-h/11.25.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416071666897394674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SynAfEd6G_I/AAAAAAAAHMo/N30IKJ_Cp0M/s400/11.25.07+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the deer was a hit! The first person to open it said she thought it was one that had been on one of the tables the first time we had a Christmas party at this restaurant about 20 years ago, and after that, the deer was stolen until it couldn't be stolen any more. There were a few gifts like that: a bath towel that said "face" at one end and "butt" at the other; a singing chihuahua (Taco Bell type) dog; and a battery operated, light-up massager, among other things.  (Yeah, you're right--none of these are "tacky holiday decorations" but they were fun anyway!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what did I end up with this time? Did I steal decorations from little children again? Sort of! Here's what happened--as best as I can recall and told in a way that is intended to protect the identities of those involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around mid-gift opening, one of our secretaries opened a package to find a piece of wood cut in the shape of Texas and outlined with rope. Attached to the wood, all over Texas, were samples of different barbed wire. Pretty cool gift, huh? Certainly one of our guys thought so, because he promptly traded his own "gift" for Texas. The game progressed with Texas in great demand until a fracas arose over whether it could be stolen one more time or whether it had been stolen so many times it was considered "dead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now when I say "fracas," here's what happened--someone had Texas and someone else wanted it. A third person got involved and a "judge" had to be called in to make a decision about the rules and whether a trade was fair or considered a steal. (Something you should know--when it comes to rules, attorneys LOVE them and demand them, but they also like to break them. And then debate them. Ad nauseum.) Despite the judge's call, the battle raged on, and at one point someone had someone else in a head lock, bent over a chair. And somewhere in all of this, the battery operated, light up massager ended up "hidden" in someone's pants. Don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eventually things settled down and the game drew to an end. Here's the kicker, though. I had #1 in the game, which meant I drew the first gift and had a chance at the end to steal anything I wanted--including the "dead" gifts. Excellent, yes?! So as I was wandering around the room, looking to see which of the tacky Christmas decorations would best fit into my home decor, one of the Texas combatants offered me $40, hard cash money, to take Texas from the person who had it and give it to the other person involved in the initial Texas takeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;$40? You betcha! Gimme Texas dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you have the story about how Texas was bought through bribbery and trickery. All in all, I think I came home with the best gift--$40. Oh, AND I ended up with a candle too. Second place? The person who ended up with the metal Christmas tree with bells and packages of condoms hanging from it. Yep, where I work, we know how to have a good party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disclaimer (because someone prone to litigation might be reading this): This is a complete and utter fabrication because we all know attorneys would never behave in this manner, right? Uh huh. And, what happens at the office Christmas party . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-7079774687417624711?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happens-at-office-christmas-party.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SynAfEd6G_I/AAAAAAAAHMo/N30IKJ_Cp0M/s72-c/11.25.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-8987459477346591186</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T23:44:03.086-08:00</atom:updated><title>Oh Dear Santa . . .</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess you want to know if I've been good this year. What is "good" anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's examine. According to the Yahoo reference dictionary, &lt;a href="http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/good"&gt;"good"&lt;/a&gt; is many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first definition is being "positive or desirable in nature." Yep, that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little further on is "not spoiled or ruined." Well, at least I'm not ruined so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I of high quality? Let's just say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attractive; handsome? Mais oui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ample; substantial? Sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of moral excellence? Uh . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So to recap: I'm positive in nature, not ruined, and I might be of high(ish) quality. Oh, and there's that attractive thing too. At least I'm pretty sure I'm reasonably attractive to someone who's been up all night, rushing around the world, and has come down the chimney in the dark. Unless you wake me up. Because if you wake me up, there's a bit of a chance that when I sit up in bed, whatever hair isn't stuck to my cheek with dried drool will be sticking straight up in the air. So maybe not attractive some of the time. But given an hour or two to prepare, I'm okay--call me before you get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what, though? Now that I've given it a little thought, Santa, it would probably be much easier--and less scary--for you to just have the nice people at the &lt;a href="http://www.fatquartershop.com/"&gt;Fat Quarter Shop&lt;/a&gt; send me my gift from you this year. They're always so helpful and I'm sure they'd be more than happy to take some of the burden off your hands. And I know, too, that they can make sure it arrives before Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I suppose, Santa, that if you're going to have the Fat Quarter Shop people help you out with my gift this year, rather than leave you my list under the glass of brandy with an egg nog chaser and those melt-in-your-mouth rum balls that I always make for you, I'd better tell you what I want, so you can let them know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyiC_EWfXLI/AAAAAAAAHMg/ER3Obq8I-h0/s1600-h/Clooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415722571924462770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyiC_EWfXLI/AAAAAAAAHMg/ER3Obq8I-h0/s400/Clooney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Opps! Wrong list! Sorry Santa! HERE'S the right list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyiBTkzWOAI/AAAAAAAAHMY/EU31fvMHn8c/s1600-h/Yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415720725209561090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyiBTkzWOAI/AAAAAAAAHMY/EU31fvMHn8c/s400/Yummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, I found when I was decorating my home this year that for some odd reason, I don't have very many Christmas/Winter quilts, so I'd be especially grateful to receive a kit to make one. This quilt's a beauty, don't you agree, Santa? I really like the fleur de lis in the center squares because they're French, and "fleur de lis," "mai oui," and "zut alors!" are some of the limited amount of French I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, did you know that George Clooney lives in Italy, which is kind of close to France? I was just thinking, Santa, that if you DON'T want to give me the quilt kit, then could you give me a vacation in France with a side trip to Italy to see George? You should know, though, that if I'm going to see George, I can't promise to be a good girl. But George and a stocking full of coal--well, I could live with it if I really can't have the &lt;a href="http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/Browse_Item_Details.asp?Shopper_id=693612302796936&amp;amp;Store_id=499&amp;amp;page_id=23&amp;amp;Item_ID=27721&amp;amp;Parent_Ids="&gt;Glace Frosted Windowpanes quilt kit&lt;/a&gt;. But one or the other--either/or--I'd be both merry AND bright on Christmas morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.: By the way, is it true that people have had your REAL name wrong all these years? I heard a rumor that when you first applied for your sleigh driver's license up there at the North Pole, you filled out the form "Jolly, Old St. Nick," and they didn't notice the comma. If that's the case and your LAST NAME is Jolly, maybe you can convince Kimberly at the Fat Quarter Shop that you're a long-lost relation and should get a family discount. Hey, it's worth a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * * * * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(To those of you who aren't Santa and are puzzled by my letter to the jolly old dude, click on over to the &lt;a href="http://fatquartershop.blogspot.com/2009/12/deeeaaar-santa.html"&gt;Jolly Jabber&lt;/a&gt; for an explanation.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-8987459477346591186?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-dear-santa.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyiC_EWfXLI/AAAAAAAAHMg/ER3Obq8I-h0/s72-c/Clooney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-7450656593461851847</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T22:45:28.244-08:00</atom:updated><title>More Christmas Stuff--Can You Stand It?</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, the first photo isn't about Christmas except that it shows Spike doing what I'd like to be doing--relaxing surrounded by a lot of fabric. Here she's sitting in--or on top of--the basket holding all of my flimsies. She knows a good spot to hang out!  Stitch is curled up on the desk between my chest and the keyboard, sleeping.  All is peaceful here for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycqZdCLxYI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/we8ENsyjZao/s1600-h/Spike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415343693715195266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycqZdCLxYI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/we8ENsyjZao/s400/Spike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to show you The Boys all loaded up and ready to go visit the retirement home. Hubby baked and decorated these gingerbread men, and he'll take them to the home where his aunt lives; there he'll share them with some of the other residents. Last week, Hubby went to visit and took his aunt an artificial tabletop Christmas tree, lights, ornaments, and a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream--they had quite a lovely afternoon decorating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sycomx6UKuI/AAAAAAAAHMI/t6DjM-09TlQ/s1600-h/12.13.09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415341723634379490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sycomx6UKuI/AAAAAAAAHMI/t6DjM-09TlQ/s400/12.13.09+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight was the December meeting of Gran's Knot-y Ladies embroidery class. Those of us who wanted to do so brought a wrapped ornament to exchange--didn't the table look lovely with Gran's Longaberger basket arrangement, flicker candles, bears, and greenery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycomsQmDTI/AAAAAAAAHMA/6ivaHEGBM2Y/s1600-h/12.13.09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415341722117213490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycomsQmDTI/AAAAAAAAHMA/6ivaHEGBM2Y/s400/12.13.09+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I suspect some of you may want to see a close up of that quilt she spread out--it's quite striking and the quilting is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycomPjSBbI/AAAAAAAAHL4/mEgFHl2KRVk/s1600-h/Quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415341714410964402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycomPjSBbI/AAAAAAAAHL4/mEgFHl2KRVk/s400/Quilt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The funniest moment of the ornament exchange was when one woman opened her box, only to find it empty! Oh, we laughed and laughed! Of course, the woman who brought the gift was simply mortified, but it was all fun and I hope she didn't feel too bad. We suspect the "ornament" fell out somehow before the wrapping paper was added. Everything turned out well, though--the intended ornament was an embroidered Christmas design to hang on the tree, and the gift-giver had another nearly completed that she finished and substituted--I think it may have been a Bird Brain design of a reindeer--darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sycol6dK9jI/AAAAAAAAHLw/H9J4dpT4rAg/s1600-h/12.13.09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415341708748191282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sycol6dK9jI/AAAAAAAAHLw/H9J4dpT4rAg/s400/12.13.09+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And just so you know, we didn't starve to death either! Everyone brought something to share and we had quite a little feast. (I brought some of the nuts I've blogged about, and they seem to have been a hit!) We spent the evening stitching and reminiscing about different Christmas subjects--Gran throws great parties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's time for me to head back to the kitchen, because I have some sugar cookies to bake--Hubby made a few batches of dough for me the other day. I have about an hour before bedtime, so I might as well be productive and get a few baked. Christmas will be here before too long, and there are still more things to do! Have you ever been ready for Christmas before December 24th? I don't think I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-7450656593461851847?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-christmas-stuff-can-you-stand-it.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SycqZdCLxYI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/we8ENsyjZao/s72-c/Spike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-226919723812597889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T22:15:36.672-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gettin' Sticky</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we had our annual Christmas get together with our friends, Terry and Lisa, and my sister-in-law, Kath. We all met at Lisa's for brunch, a little gift exchange, and some serious Christmas "work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terry and Lisa's house has a large room that includes the family room, kitchen, and informal dining area all in one, so we could all be together while the guys watched football and the gals decorated gingerbread houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lisa has two daughters; one of them is currently living at home, so there were four of us decorating houses. Lisa bought the "pre-fabricated" house kits by Wilton and picked up a TON of extra candy; her daughter mixed up all the icing; and we soon got busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you tell that is my house in the foreground? I bet those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile can. Why? Because of the Starbucks iced latte, of course! (These are all photos of our houses "in progress" except for the last one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRDYfYeII/AAAAAAAAHLo/b4vHfAvlOAU/s1600-h/12.13.09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963983026780290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRDYfYeII/AAAAAAAAHLo/b4vHfAvlOAU/s400/12.13.09+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's my sister-in-law Kath's house. Her house was looking pretty good, but she started having some problems with the icing and getting candy to stick. Don't you just love the peppermint roof though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRC5q1ceI/AAAAAAAAHLg/0FSw3P6aYJA/s1600-h/12.13.09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963974753317346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRC5q1ceI/AAAAAAAAHLg/0FSw3P6aYJA/s400/12.13.09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's Lisa's house--I wanted to show you what she was doing with a porch and roof. Pretty neat! I wouldn't have thought of it! Decorating gingerbread houses is an annual event at Lisa's, so she had been thinking about what she wanted to do to hers for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRCsHAOxI/AAAAAAAAHLY/477UaDzF4yA/s1600-h/12.13.09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963971113368338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRCsHAOxI/AAAAAAAAHLY/477UaDzF4yA/s400/12.13.09+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's Lisa's daughter's house in the foreground (Kath's is in the background). Lisa's daughter graduated from college not too long ago; she majored in one of the architectural fields, so her house had to be quite precise, considering it was gingerbread. In the end, hers turned out the best, I think. I really liked what she did with the green gummy leaves and red hot berries on the side of the house facing the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRCPxdgkI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/wyn9kMLZntQ/s1600-h/12.13.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963963506819650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRCPxdgkI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/wyn9kMLZntQ/s400/12.13.09+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally, here's my finished house in my kitchen hutch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRB3V1l2I/AAAAAAAAHLI/bZR37uL6vKo/s1600-h/12.13.09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963956948506466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRB3V1l2I/AAAAAAAAHLI/bZR37uL6vKo/s400/12.13.09+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were decorating, Lisa kept having "issues" with the overuse of icing in the pre-fab construction of her house. The funny thing was that when Hubby and I got home and I opened the sliding door of the van, my house fell out onto the street (although it was still inside the box), and the only thing that fell off was one of the roof "tiles." I have to say the over use of icing probably saved it! This is the first time I've decorated a gingerbread house where I hadn't baked the gingerbread and "glued" the house together, and I thought these worked out pretty well! I'd definitely recommend it, and what a fun project for getting together with friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want to know what else I did today? I made more of those nuts I blogged about yesterday! Yep, we stopped at Trader Joe's and picked up two more packages of nuts. They've probably cooled by now, so it's time for me to bag them up. Thanks for stopping by to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-226919723812597889?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/gettin-sticky.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyXRDYfYeII/AAAAAAAAHLo/b4vHfAvlOAU/s72-c/12.13.09+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-2663757792016414247</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T00:44:16.006-08:00</atom:updated><title>Nuts!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjMU1E_cI/AAAAAAAAHLA/VJROVPqEtg8/s1600-h/12.13.09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632084151270850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjMU1E_cI/AAAAAAAAHLA/VJROVPqEtg8/s400/12.13.09+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you like a little cooking lesson and a good recipe for a yummy, nutty snack (or a great Christmas gift)? If so, read on. If not--well, what can I say? Bummer! So sad for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, do you know how to blanche almonds? I've been doing this since I was a kid and my mom taught me, but I really never see any instructions on how to do it--and it's really easy! So I thought I'd show you this first--you can use blanched almonds for any number of recipes. First you'll need some almonds and water in a pot large enough to hold the almonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjMJ5J97I/AAAAAAAAHK4/0_GaP-qrgFs/s1600-h/12.13.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632081215584178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjMJ5J97I/AAAAAAAAHK4/0_GaP-qrgFs/s400/12.13.09+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, bring the water to a boil. Then turn off the heat and dump the almonds into the water. Stir them around and then let them sit for a bit--maybe around three to five minutes. You'll notice that the skins will loosen--when that happens, they're done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjLlVZ3gI/AAAAAAAAHKw/Yo4eyqloL1I/s1600-h/12.13.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632071401954818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjLlVZ3gI/AAAAAAAAHKw/Yo4eyqloL1I/s400/12.13.09+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dump them into a strainer of some sort and run some cold water over the almonds. Let them drain and cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjLYLNJnI/AAAAAAAAHKo/cPHo3TFmiEk/s1600-h/12.13.09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632067869517426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjLYLNJnI/AAAAAAAAHKo/cPHo3TFmiEk/s400/12.13.09+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After they've cooled, sit down with your pot of almonds. You'll also need a bowl for the naked almonds and something else to discard the skins into. Holding an almond between forefinger and thumb, squeeze/pop the almond out of the skin. Watch out for flying almonds! They're slippery little things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi9dlaiqI/AAAAAAAAHKg/ocQfmZFgEmQ/s1600-h/12.13.09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414631828803455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi9dlaiqI/AAAAAAAAHKg/ocQfmZFgEmQ/s400/12.13.09+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naked almond porn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi9LH2T3I/AAAAAAAAHKY/-qwxG0Bcz5o/s1600-h/12.13.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414631823847608178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi9LH2T3I/AAAAAAAAHKY/-qwxG0Bcz5o/s400/12.13.09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you'll want to spread the almonds onto cookie sheets (jelly roll pan)--spread them out so you only have one layer. Turn the oven on low--200 degrees at most--and put the sheets into the oven to dry the almonds, turning and stirring them every so often. It should take about an hour or so. Once the almonds are dry, they're ready for your favorite almond recipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi86lHsCI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/irVSZDUERuM/s1600-h/12.13.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414631819406979106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi86lHsCI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/irVSZDUERuM/s400/12.13.09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I searched the internet for a good recipe for sweet and spicy almonds and I found &lt;a href="http://www.quietfish.com/notebook/?p=55"&gt;THIS ONE&lt;/a&gt;. Add the oil to a heavy pan and heat on medium high. Add the almonds and 1/2 cup of sugar. Stir frequently until almonds are brown and sugar has carmelized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi8njpeBI/AAAAAAAAHKI/Tgz6zZ0BdaI/s1600-h/12.13.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414631814300530706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi8njpeBI/AAAAAAAAHKI/Tgz6zZ0BdaI/s400/12.13.09+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pour almonds into a bowl and sprinkle with the salt, sugar, cumin, and red pepper flakes. Stir every few minutes to keep almonds from sticking together until they've cooled a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi8duHnRI/AAAAAAAAHKA/_0DrlLPR5BM/s1600-h/12.13.09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414631811660094738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySi8duHnRI/AAAAAAAAHKA/_0DrlLPR5BM/s400/12.13.09+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used those two bags of almonds from Trader Joe's, which were probably a pound each (although I didn't check). I ended up with about 5 cups of nuts. Seriously, I think I need to go back to Trader Joe's and get a couple more bags! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-2663757792016414247?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/nuts.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SySjMU1E_cI/AAAAAAAAHLA/VJROVPqEtg8/s72-c/12.13.09+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-5656751323795354671</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T00:47:44.177-08:00</atom:updated><title>Challenged by Underwear</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I'm just kidding--it just seemed like a really good title following yesterday's post. Maybe we'll save this one for another day though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this reminds me of something funny that happened today--depending on one's point of view. Maybe you had to have been there; I was. In fact, I was working on a somewhat involved legal document about 10 minutes before going-home time when my computer decided it didn't have enough memory and shut down the word processing program. I reopened the program and found the document in a back-up file, substantially saved up to the point where it shut down. I needed to save the back-up file as a new document and name it something different from the original document already on the computer. Are you with me so far? Boy Boss was standing at my desk, and I wanted to explain in case he needed to open the document over the weekend. To that end, I started out, "OK, so . . ." and he started laughing. "What?," I asked. "What you said was funny," he replied. "What did I say that was so funny?," I inquired. Needless to say, I was totally confused at this point. "Cheese dip," he explained. "What?," I asked. "You said 'queso.'" And then he giggled and I killed him--because just as he was chuckling about cheese dip, my word processing program shut down for lack of memory a second time. I knew then the weekend had arrived and it was time to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, today I stole Christmas ornaments from two children. Just thought I'd mention it before you hear it from someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our annual Christmas gift exchange and holiday staff luncheon today at the office. We each brought a gift based on the theme "peppermints and candy canes." Sound familiar? Yeah, I liked the theme! It meant that whatever I ended up with, I was pretty sure I'd enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was one of those anonymous exchanges where everyone picks a number and takes a turn either picking a gift to open or stealing a gift from someone else. Once a particular gift had been stolen three times, it was "dead" and couldn't be stolen again. My number came up at the end, and a couple of the gifts I would have liked to take home were "dead," so I stole a tin full of candy cane ornaments from Chris, our Pitney Bowes copy guy. I figured they'd look terrific on my kitchen tree because I wanted to add a few more ornaments anyway--so, the perfect thing, right? Well, apparently NOT! Chris is a single dad and had mentioned that his two kids would enjoy putting the ornaments on their tree; when I stole the ornaments from him, a couple gals acted like I'd just kicked a puppy! Chris teased me quite a lot too, but actually he ended up stealing back an earlier gift he was quite happy with anyway. Want to see the ornaments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRSrh_XrI/AAAAAAAAHJg/l7WXKlXv5-s/s1600-h/12.9.09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414260558394252978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRSrh_XrI/AAAAAAAAHJg/l7WXKlXv5-s/s400/12.9.09+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here they are, added to the kitchen tree--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRTBtbBJI/AAAAAAAAHJo/T7lsBfLD6xo/s1600-h/12.9.09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414260564347782290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRTBtbBJI/AAAAAAAAHJo/T7lsBfLD6xo/s400/12.9.09+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sure got my fair share of teasing today, didn't I? I was feeling kind of guilty for awhile, but a couple friends told me I shouldn't, so I got over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I know sometimes some of you ask me things in the comments, and if I can, I'll write back to you directly. Other times, if more than one person asks about something, I'll decide to write a follow up. And sometimes, if I don't write a follow up quickly, I just totally forget altogether. But this time I DID remember that a couple people asked about the quilt in the Wild Child's former room (aka the Guest Room) the other day, so I thought I'd fill you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pattern is a Thimbleberries pattern called Starlight Pines--here's what the pattern looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRmkiNAjI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/IYbLZ83N2ZM/s1600-h/Starlight+Pines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414260900113482290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRmkiNAjI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/IYbLZ83N2ZM/s400/Starlight+Pines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, here's what I did to change it: First, I made all the elements of the center half sized. In other words, if the stars were 8" blocks, I made them 4" blocks (just an example--I'm not certain that was the right size). After that, I changed the borders a bit. Here's a photo from my daughter's room--you can see enough of the borders, I think, to tell the difference--I used flying geese and more stars and leaves with a couple narrow borders and then I finished it with a wider border:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRmAvWQkI/AAAAAAAAHJw/o3W1hqEaSTY/s1600-h/12.8.09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414260890504938050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRmAvWQkI/AAAAAAAAHJw/o3W1hqEaSTY/s400/12.8.09+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was a fun quilt to make, and I like that it makes for a good Christmas quilt but yet can be left up all winter long. I made it the year I went to the Thimbleberries retreat in Minnesota--probably about four or five years ago--and I took the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I wanted to thank you all for your input on the outerwear issue. I think I'm going to look for a wool blend pea coat or a leather jacket. I checked Lands End online, and because they're affiliated with Sears, I stopped at Sears on the way home but didn't find anything I thought was exactly right. On Sunday, I'll be coming home from a friend's house and driving right by the Burlington Coat Factory, so I'll probably try there--I know a couple women who have found coats there recently and have been very happy with the designer brands and quality, so it's worth a stop. I've seen a couple coats online that I like, but I'd rather try them on, feel the fabric, and buy "in person" if I can; but if not, I'll order on line. Wish me luck! I'll let you know what I end up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-5656751323795354671?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/challenged-by-underwear.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyNRSrh_XrI/AAAAAAAAHJg/l7WXKlXv5-s/s72-c/12.9.09+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-9117792501020790042</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T23:42:47.766-08:00</atom:updated><title>Challenged by Outerwear</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In last night's post, I mentioned freezing my patootie off in San Francisco.  Let me elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a middle aged women equipped with naturally-formed fat-based insulation, living in California. In other words, for the most part, I stay reasonably warm in winter without worrying too much about outerwear. Yesterday, though, it was chilly in San Francisco as it has been in much of Northern California this past week or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had brought a coat with me on the trip, but because I didn't need it when we got off the bus at 2 p.m., I left it on the bus rather than carry it around with me. When the sun started going down, marine dampness moved in, and a breeze kicked up, I got cold. All I was wearing was a pair of slacks, a cotton knit shirt, and a light weight sweater. Brrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, why didn't I take my coat? Because I have issues. Outerwear issues. Specifically, I haven't found a coat I really liked for maybe 20 or 30 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At some time in the distant past--like around the late 1970s/early 1980s--I think I had one of those down-packed corduroy coats that made everyone look like the Michelin Tire Man--except maybe Karen Carpenter. I didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, the next coat I can recall was sometime in the 1990s, when I decided I wanted something more grown up, and I bought a long (calf length) black and white houndstooth coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyHr0QylLJI/AAAAAAAAHJY/I4mdjfX196I/s1600-h/12.9.09+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413867510168890514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyHr0QylLJI/AAAAAAAAHJY/I4mdjfX196I/s400/12.9.09+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It still lives in my coat closet. I didn't actually HATE it, but it felt too long and too formal to wear with more casual clothes, and I think the last time I wore a dress was probably around 1994.  So I still own it and I can wear it if I need a long, black and white houndstooth coat--because it will probably never really go out of style--but most of the time it doesn't work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, I decided I needed a more casual coat--something I could wear on weekends to the kids' soccer games and football games; something I could wear in the car on the way to work on chilly mornings. So I bought a black hooded fleece jacket and I was happy for a year or so. Then the fleece started developing little fleece balls.  White fuzz, lint, and threads appeared because it seemed to always be full of static. It just never really looked clean.  So I put it in my car trunk one day about eight years ago and only took it out to move it to the trunk of my next car and maybe to wear it once or twice when I would have died of hypothermia otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple years ago, I picked a pretty blue ultrasuade jacket with a detachable hood and some realistic looking fake fur around the hood. The body of the jacket is lightly stuffed with down or something like that.  Friends and relatives complimented me.  And that's the coat I still have.  Now it too seems full of static--after all, the ultrasuade is a synthetic of some sort. And the light bit of down?  Carrying it around on my arm feels a lot like carrying a pillow around. So you see why I like the coat best when it was shoved under the seat of the party bus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So all afternoon, while I froze, I looked at women around me, wearing sensible coats. Something not too bulky but warm. Something that didn't create its own little static universe. Something that wasn't stuffed full of dead birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you see, I have issues. I can't seem to pick out a coat I like for more than ten minutes. I thought about going shopping to look for something else, but I don't trust myself to pick out a coat anymore. So I'll ask you: Do you like your winter coat or jacket? If so, what kind do you have? What do you like about it? If you don't like your coat or jacket, what kind do you have and what don't you like? Maybe if I can get some input, I can go out and find something I'll actually wear!  Remember that it's not freezing cold here--on the 15 days a year when I'd actually need a coat or jacket, it's probably between 35 and 50 degrees out, and I'm likely to be outdoors for short periods of time.  So what do you think?  What should I look for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what I think.  I think I'd like a low-hip or thigh length jacket, natural fibers of some sort, comfortable (i.e., not stiff and not too fitted), and in a dark color--black would be excellent.  I like the look of leather but I always wonder whether leather jackets are warm?  Or what about wool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have issues.  Can you help?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-9117792501020790042?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/challenged-by-outerwear.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyHr0QylLJI/AAAAAAAAHJY/I4mdjfX196I/s72-c/12.9.09+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6240493273427455690</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T00:02:45.195-08:00</atom:updated><title>Where's Waldo?</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, here's a little guessing game. I took this photo this afternoon. Where was I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCexAskCDI/AAAAAAAAHJI/Bxp2JmuiP0A/s1600-h/12.9.09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413501316937025586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCexAskCDI/AAAAAAAAHJI/Bxp2JmuiP0A/s400/12.9.09+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems pretty appropriate for the Christmas season, doesn't it? Okay, did you guess yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here's a photo taken this morning at 9 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCew2BiP7I/AAAAAAAAHJA/1XXi68A2p_I/s1600-h/12.9.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413501314072199090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCew2BiP7I/AAAAAAAAHJA/1XXi68A2p_I/s400/12.9.09+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were in a party "limo" in the office parking lot. The guys there are a couple of attorneys and our office manager, making sure we started the day off right. Fun, huh? Champagne at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday morning? I think the Girls Gone Wild videos were mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each year an attorney organization holds its annual conference on either the first or second Thursday and Friday in San Francisco. Traditionally, the staff at our firm are treated to a day in San Francisco on the Wednesday of the annual conference--most of our attorneys don't work that day because they head to San Francisco too. When I first started working for the firm over 18 years ago, the tradition was that the staff shopped most of the day and then met up with the attorneys and clients at a S.F. restaurant for appetizers; afterward, we'd leave to head back to Sacramento and the attorneys would stay for dinner with the clients. The attorney conference and associated seminars began the next day. In recent years, though, we just go and shop; we no longer meet up with the attorneys or clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The party limo was a new thing this year--normally we go in three "standard" limos, divided up into groups depending on where each group wants to shop. This year, we still had three or four groups, but the party bus drove between the groups and ferried us around the city, and when the party bus was already busy, we'd grab a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My group wanted to start out in the Hayes district and do a little shopping. Our first stop was this darling store. Can you see the Santa ornament in the window, kind of high up? I ended up buying one of those--it's kind of a circus Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCewig1pfI/AAAAAAAAHI4/dcb2QLpZNV8/s1600-h/12.9.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413501308834784754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCewig1pfI/AAAAAAAAHI4/dcb2QLpZNV8/s400/12.9.09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 12:30, it was time for lunch at Absinthe, a popular and trendy restaurant known at least in part for its extensive specialty cocktail menu and artisanal cheeses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCewdgBdNI/AAAAAAAAHIw/xuZzrtWIer8/s1600-h/12.9.09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413501307489187026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCewdgBdNI/AAAAAAAAHIw/xuZzrtWIer8/s400/12.9.09+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We tried out a few of those specialty cocktails. If you ever go to Absinthe, the Casino is yummy. Kind of like a gin martini but with a cherry floating in the bottom. Just to make sure I liked it, I had two. I also enjoyed a chestnut and mushroom soup and a cheese platter of brie and grapes. Good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Santa ornament was packed in a box with shredded purple and white paper; because my friend Teri likes purple, I let her wear the paper on her head. I'm nice like that. (She was drinking a Sacred Heart, or maybe it was a Bleeding Heart? Well, actually she was drinking two.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCevwee0sI/AAAAAAAAHIo/Y0DMB3ZDdG8/s1600-h/12.9.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413501295403127490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCevwee0sI/AAAAAAAAHIo/Y0DMB3ZDdG8/s400/12.9.09+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since San Francisco is so architecturally recognizable, I took a couple photos for you. After lunch, we headed to the Noe Valley area for more shopping, and that's where I took these photos. We were walking down a hill to the shopping area--the party bus let us out early because he was afraid of bottoming out on the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeaoPlZ-I/AAAAAAAAHIA/Www-2_Mnwus/s1600-h/12.9.09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500932415907810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeaoPlZ-I/AAAAAAAAHIA/Www-2_Mnwus/s400/12.9.09+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCebAlHfOI/AAAAAAAAHII/3RIkS6ot4eM/s1600-h/12.9.09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500938948672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCebAlHfOI/AAAAAAAAHII/3RIkS6ot4eM/s400/12.9.09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another cool shop--this was in Noe Valley and is called The Urban Nest. I was sorely tempted to buy more Christmas stuff like those snowmen, but I resisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeblTy8fI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/fns2mUex0v8/s1600-h/12.9.09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500948808135154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeblTy8fI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/fns2mUex0v8/s400/12.9.09+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More Noe Valley architecture. See the inflatables? See the Christmas decorations? And the sign? It said something like Happy Holidays, Noe Valley, and 2009. I'm not sure what that meant--if it was just something the owner put up or if it was some kind of award. I was sitting outside Starbucks at the time, drinking an iced latte, and freezing to death. An iced anything wasn't a good plan, especially since I realized after I ordered that there was no available seating inside and it was really, really cold outside. Brrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeb5vztDI/AAAAAAAAHIY/OYJ_bCl7KP4/s1600-h/12.9.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500954294334514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeb5vztDI/AAAAAAAAHIY/OYJ_bCl7KP4/s400/12.9.09+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ended the day at the Ferry Building down near the Bay. The Ferry Building is filled with all kinds of food-related shops. I would have LOVED to buy some exotic (to me!) mushrooms at the mushroom shop except I don't have much experience with exotic mushrooms--not even enough to have a clue about what to buy! We did a little cheese tasting at the cheese shop, and I came home with about a pound of cheese altogether--four different kinds. Yum! And boy was that shop FRAGRANT! All of us--the office staff--gathered at the Market Bar for some appetizers and then at 7 p.m., we boarded the party bus back to Sacramento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCqp_FJYDI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/qN4orxJmlAU/s1600-h/12.9.09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413514390383714354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCqp_FJYDI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/qN4orxJmlAU/s400/12.9.09+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good-bye San Francisco! See you next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeccDjo2I/AAAAAAAAHIg/tGx7ew3fr-c/s1600-h/12.9.09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413500963503973218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCeccDjo2I/AAAAAAAAHIg/tGx7ew3fr-c/s400/12.9.09+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6240493273427455690?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheres-waldo.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/SyCexAskCDI/AAAAAAAAHJI/Bxp2JmuiP0A/s72-c/12.9.09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-391387442953045263</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T00:46:02.753-08:00</atom:updated><title>Da Trees</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've spent a good part of the evening running a program to clean up my computer, so it's late! I thought I'd show you a little more of my Christmas decorating tonight since it's too late for any deep, insightful thoughts. And, first of all, I should tell you that I took these photographs on a camera setting that makes the photos come out all pretty and warm looking but kinda fuzzy, so it's not your eyes, it's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, the living room tree--I call this "The Gay Guy Tree" because of all the fairies, gnomes, and Santas wearing velvety tights. Yeah, probably not exactly "PC" but just don't tell anyone, okay? The other option is to call it the "Fantasy Tree" but that has its drawbacks too.  And then there are the big, red, glowing balls (which I don't mean to imply have anything to do with the name of the tree)--they don't photograph very well. They don't really glow that much in real life--the camera flash tends to do that. And what I don't think made it into the photo are some really cool brushed gold mercury glass LARGE ornaments of--well, I guess they're kind of like moon faces or something. Anyway, they're pretty excellent but they didn't make it into this photo--maybe another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f5JaYfZI/AAAAAAAAHH4/AEAho9Ho3UA/s1600-h/12.8.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413150712506383762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f5JaYfZI/AAAAAAAAHH4/AEAho9Ho3UA/s400/12.8.09+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep, that's the peppermint and candy cane tree, close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f4j9jJtI/AAAAAAAAHHw/VR_GmDc0YbI/s1600-h/12.8.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413150702453335762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f4j9jJtI/AAAAAAAAHHw/VR_GmDc0YbI/s400/12.8.09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there's the Sweat Shop tree--see the faux button garland and Raggedy Annies and such? It seemed like a good theme for a sewing room tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f4TVT7kI/AAAAAAAAHHo/Jb571A7Wuzw/s1600-h/12.8.09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413150697989598786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f4TVT7kI/AAAAAAAAHHo/Jb571A7Wuzw/s400/12.8.09+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the office tree, which is next to me on the desk where I'm typing--that had birds and pinecones and berry garland--kind of generic but I like the more "rustic cabin" look. It works in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f35__HGI/AAAAAAAAHHg/CtqIugkLUmg/s1600-h/12.8.09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413150691189267554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f35__HGI/AAAAAAAAHHg/CtqIugkLUmg/s400/12.8.09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally, the tree in the guest bedroom. This one's decorated with snowmen and snowflakes. I think it needs a little more in the way of ornaments, but it will do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f3rUHDaI/AAAAAAAAHHY/SJXCOC1UJ58/s1600-h/12.8.09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413150687247142306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f3rUHDaI/AAAAAAAAHHY/SJXCOC1UJ58/s400/12.8.09+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, contrary to the popular misconception, I do not have a bathroom tree. And we no longer have a tree in our bedroom because we found the lights kept us awake--not a good thing. So that's it for the Tour d'Tree. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-391387442953045263?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-trees.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx9f5JaYfZI/AAAAAAAAHH4/AEAho9Ho3UA/s72-c/12.8.09+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116061752441257596.post-6349563801908476331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T21:36:52.714-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Full!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My head and heart are full of stuff. With my head, it may still be the leftovers of the flu. My heart? Well, maybe I should watch my cholesterol better.  But besides all that, and on a less literal level . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, we interrupt this holiday tour of my home for tonight's blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second, alert the media: It snowed in Sacramento on December 7, 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RKy1vcNI/AAAAAAAAHHA/ms_Ifuxh05w/s1600-h/12.7.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712310545281234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RKy1vcNI/AAAAAAAAHHA/ms_Ifuxh05w/s400/12.7.09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now if you aren't familiar with Sacramento, then you probably don't know that snow in Sacramento is just one step warmer than Hell freezing over. We get snow about once every 15 years here in the valley--the foothills, which aren't too far away, and the Sierra Nevada range get a fair amount of snow, but the valley? Hardly ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the news yesterday, the weather guy was predicting the possibility of snow in Sacramento overnight and into the morning. I gotta say I was kind of excited! I woke up around 6 a.m. when Stitch was trying to find a comfortable place to sleep on my face, and I jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom window to see if it had snowed. It was awfully dark out, but the grass looked maybe a little lighter than normal, so I went to the kitchen sliding glass door for a better look. Nope, it seemed it was just my imagination. So, back to bed I went. At 7 a.m., I woke again. Still no snow. At 7:30, I was getting a cup of coffee when I noticed this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RLNx0deI/AAAAAAAAHHI/12YnHwFrgeo/s1600-h/12.7.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712317776590306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RLNx0deI/AAAAAAAAHHI/12YnHwFrgeo/s400/12.7.09+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SNOW! So I ran to the front of the house and opened the front door and saw THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RLoxz3-I/AAAAAAAAHHQ/nr6BvPyocVQ/s1600-h/12.7.09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712325024309218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RLoxz3-I/AAAAAAAAHHQ/nr6BvPyocVQ/s400/12.7.09+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MORE snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just on the off chance, I called the office to see if they'd decided to close the office for a snow day--because, after all, if Sacramento WAS EVER GOING TO HAVE A SNOW DAY, this was it! Sadly, I learned it was business as usual, so I told them that once I dug my car out of the half inch of snow, I'd head on in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you go! Snow in Sacramento in December! What could be more Christmas-like?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, let me tell you! Driving home from work, as I drove through our residential area, I noticed Christmas lights--beautiful, wonderful, twinkling lights! And hardly an inflatable to be found! (If you've been with me for awhile, you might know how I feel about inflatables, but if not, read &lt;a href="http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-blow-up-christmas.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. And seriously? If you have an inflatable or two, that's okay--what bugs me are the yards where there are 15 inflatables that have no relation to one another. I'm particularly bothered during the day when the inflatables aren't inflated and it looks like there are skinny, dead Santas and other holiday figures scattered all over the lawn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, there's something magical in the first real sight of Christmas lights--my heart beats a little faster for just a second, and I'm transported back to that childhood feeling of wonder and of all things being possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tonight I think I'm going to take a little break and just enjoy the evening, reading and drinking hot chocolate and thinking about Christmas. Tomorrow I'll get a few more photos of the decorations to share with you. And don't forget--if you've posted photos on your blog of your holiday decorating, let me know so I can come visit and put a link in my sidebar--and don't forget to visit the blogs that are listed there to see what other bloggers have been doing to deck their halls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And coming up soon? I think I want to post photos of what I think are my tackiest holiday decorations, and I'll invite you to do the same, so think about it while you're decorating your home. We're doing a white elephant gift exchange at work along similar lines, so I'll be digging out a few boxes that aren't opened very often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for stopping by and I hope you're starting to find a little bit of the magic of the holiday season--whether that's Christmas or another holiday occasion--in your head and heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116061752441257596-6349563801908476331?l=kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kimsbigquiltingadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-full.html</link><author>kimsbigadventure@yahoo.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSsdjEIuHFc/Sx3RKy1vcNI/AAAAAAAAHHA/ms_Ifuxh05w/s72-c/12.7.09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>