Diamonds and Mouse Ears and Bears, Oh My!

I've accepted a

Challenge from another blog.

Platform is haiku. 

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Sixth kiddie quilt done! 

More of those unending "squares"

set in fave pattern. 

Same size as last one.

Batting scraps Franken'ed for this.

Hope rain comes today! 

Squares--so many squares!

In the six or so months during which I wasn't blogging, I was dealing with a large influx of legacy stash donations to Community First! Village (its Art House, from which we got thousands of yards of overflow that couldn't be stored or used there) and also directly to Community First! Quilters. Along with the yardage and FQs and scraps left over from garment making, came really crappily-cut (air quote) six-inch (close air quote) squares, hundreds (perhaps even thousands) of them.

There were several multiples, so I started sorting and matching and grouping things together with an eye toward making simple quilts. The subject matter varied wildly, but it was a fun challenge. With the extra fabric thrust upon us I could flesh out the groups of squares into something that ended up around 59"x79" (5.25" finished in an 11x15 grid).

Yesterday I put the final stitches into one of them:

58" x 78"

Another Summer Finish

This one came together relatively quickly and jumped right to the head of the queue.

70" x 90"

Done and Deglittered

 Finally got out of my comfy recliner last night (when the temps were finally below 90F but there was still daylight) and took "Done!" photos of the Sugar Skull quilt that will be donated to Sleep in Heavenly Peace.

70" x 90"

Husbands and Wives

Women: we are his voice of truth. If you notice your man is dragging a foot when he walks, bring it up. If you notice he doesn't breathe for 30 seconds when he sleeps, voice your concern. If you notice he's suddenly dropped a LOT of weight due to his new medication, ask him how he's feeling about his medication. If you notice he needs a moment to gain equilibrium after standing up, ask about his blood pressure.

All of this is based on real life, based on my (and The Loud's) life. Be the hero, don the cape. Love you all. 

7/5 edit/clarification: Apparently this was alarming as written, and I never meant it to be! The Loud has dropped quite a bit of weight lately due to a change in his diabetes meds, and I initiated a frank discussion with him about it, mainly to keep those lines open because otherwise he won't talk much about what's going on with his body. A month ago I noticed he'd have to take a pause when standing up from his chair, letting the lightness in his head settle down before he dared take a step. I brought it up and that discussion led to the probability that his new blood pressure meds are probably too strong (107/68 is way too low for a man in his 70s). Starting that night he's been splitting the pills in half, and will bring it up with his doctor at tomorrow's appointment.

What a day!

It's been a fun, funny, laugh-filled day, due largely because of the very reason I've been detached for the past several months. Which seems to make no sense at all, so let me explain you*.

Okay, I've settled on...

..."detached" to described how I've been feeling since November. I'm starting to feel more "tached" and tomorrow I'll post a picture of my latest finish, along with my apostrophe about these past few months.

 

Later, gators.