"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will."
Mahatma Gandhi

Monday, July 15, 2013


I am finishing off a couple of quilts to send to the long-armer.  The first one is a beach quilt for Anna, our beach baby.  I made it out of men's striped dress shirts, 4" squares and 7.5" squares.  
 I hadn't originally planned to add the border of blue-striped squares, but I had the pile of them sitting there already to go and so just went with it.  For the corners on the border I added the whimsical fish squares.  I'm not sure if I like that either!  
 When cutting the shirts for the quilt, I captured as many details as I could, such as logos:

 And pockets:
The backing is to be blue ticking and the "batting" will be an old cotton blanket, as batting would not hold up well to being repeatedly soaked, sanded and dragged.  


For those of you in my age group, you likely remember the days when Dad would announce that on Sunday afternoon "we will go for a ride in the car."  Cool Beans, a ride in the car!  Those were fabulous rides, to exotic locations, like an apple orchard or a cow farm.  

If I had ever said to my kids, "this afternoon's activity shall be a ride in the car!" they would have sent me to have my head examined.  

So, I am pleased that there is still a segment of the population that enjoys a ride in the car.  And, of course, I am speaking of dogs.  

Yesterday was the day to move it all, lock, stock, barrel, dogs and cats, up to the lake.  Of course, when you say to a dog "let's go for a ride in the car!" you get the type of response you would have gotten out of us as children, "COOL BEANS!"  Cats, well, not quite the same, however, I didn't know for sure, as I don't take my cats anywhere.  

So, we loaded the car, with me, Misty Dawg, and Bella Dawg in the back seat, with Reesie kitten and Poppy kitten in their crates tucked in around us.  This is what it looked like:
Now, if you are familiar with my pack, you might be wondering where is Cassy Dawg?  Oh, she's riding shotgun because if you try to drive her any other way she will go mental.  If I sit on the front seat she will spend the ride hopping on me, dancing on my bladder.  Yes, I know all about car restraints, and crates and all that.... but if you knew Cassy you'd know why we do what we have to do.  I hold her leash that Dave snakes through the head rest bars, and the air bag is off, that's the best we can do.  

The cats surprised us, as at first it wasn't looking good when Dave first loaded Reesie in her crate in the car before any of us were yet in, and she went mental.  But, as soon as we got the rest of we back seat riders in, she settled down and it was an incredibly peaceful ride.  

I'd say the power of the pack worked for us.  Now are all settled and happy and so glad to be all together in such a magnificent spot.