Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Pass the Peanuts, Please #3

Good ol’ Charlie Brown. 

Though he could never kick the football,

or get his kite to stay in the air,

he now has many successful and different ventures.

The last two weeks I have posted pictures (here and here) of Charlie Brown statues from Santa Rosa, California. In June 2005, the town celebrated “It’s Your Hometown Charlie Brown.” Plain Charlie Browns appeared all gussied up and doing many different things.

Take a look and see what CB has been doing lately!

Here is Surf Chuck.

Look at him, all decked out in go-aheads, Hawaiian shorts and a
surfboard! I hope he remembers the sun block!

Surfing is the quintessential icon of summer fun in California. Of course, the coast by Santa Rosa is cold, cold, cold and windy. There are waves, yes, but there is also very strong rip tides. Or undertow, whichever term you know. Surfing is more a Southern California thing.

I guess Charlie Brown decided to drive southward and hit the beach. Catch a wave. Grab some sun. Someone told me they heard him yelling “Cowabunga!” as he rode a wave.

From there, I suppose he thought that visiting different places was lots of fun. Many people saw him all over California, visiting Hearst Castle, going to Disneyland, taking in a SF Giants Ballgame.

Someone in the know did a statue to this carefree time in Charlie Brown’s life: 

Tourist Charlie.

 Good ol’ Charlie Brown.

Come back each week on Wednesday to see more Peanuts, Please!

Sources for pictures:
1. Good Ol' Charlie Brown Book
2. Lucy Holding Football, picture
3. Kite Eating Tree
4. Charlie in suit and tie
5. SF Giants Charlie
6. Good Ol' Charlie Brown picture
7. Football comic
8. Kite-eating tree comic

Monday, June 30, 2014

Star Light, Star Bright

I’ve got to tell you, it feels good, downright awesome, to start on a “new” quilt! It’s the first one on my UFO list. I have a quilty goal to work off my UFO list and not start anything new until I’ve finished the UFOs. Of course that doesn’t cover wedding quilts and baby quilts, which I just finished doing and will be doing…

The exciting news is that Noel Heart and her hubby, Chief, are expecting a baby! I’m going to be a Nonnie again! Obviously a baby quilt is going to be made!

The UFO that I picked up this weekend was my Lone Star. There’s a story that goes with this, isn’t there always?

My Aunt Marie made a beautiful version of a Lone Star Quilt, called a Broken Star.

The only picture I have of the Lone Star. I took the
picture back in the day before I knew how to
photograph quilts. I leaned my double bed
mattress against the wall, put the quilt on it and
took a picture.

My hubby loved the quilt and it resided on our bed. I’ve mentioned before that when I inherited all of my aunts quilts, I let my children, sister and MIL choose one for themselves. It took about a year before my sister came to visit and I showed her the quilts. At the end, I showed her the Broken Star. And that was the one she wanted. I will claim fear and youth as an alibi. I let her have it.

When PIQF came to Northern California in 2009, I went down and spent 3 days taking classes and looking at all the quilts. I chose to take a class in making a Lone Star. Being guilt-ridden, I wanted to make one for my hubby. By the end of the class I had a couple of the diamonds made.

My good friend had taken the class with me, and we decided to continue working on them together in order to get them done sooner than later. I got to the point where I had the star finished and four of the eight background squares sewn on. And that is as far as it went.

Until now. Last week, I got it out. First thing I had to do was take out the four background squares. The fabric just wasn’t right. And it was the second one I tried!

The progress I’ve made this week is to take out the four squares and put them back in! In the photo above it's hard to see where the triangles are missing--the background is almost the same color as the paint!

I’m eager to get to work on it tomorrow. I have the four triangles and then the borders. I’ve decided to do at least one (perhaps two) pieced borders and 3 plain borders. At least that’s the plan for now!
I’m hooking up with the following blogs. Hop on by to check out lots of lovely quilts! Their badges are in the right sidebar.
So Scrappy RSC Saturday
Patchwork Times
Show & Tell Tuesday
Fabric Story
Linky Tuesday
WIP Wednesday
We Did It Wednesday
WiP on Wednesday
Needle and Thread Thursday
Fabric Frenzy
Free Motion Mavericks
I Quilt
Fabric Frenzy
Finish It Up Friday
Sew Darn Crafty Linky Party

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Mish-Mosh Monday #1: Superman

mish-mosh, n, a jumble of unrelated or disorganized things
That may be what it means in, but in my dictionary it says: “mish-mosh: a description of Quilting Nonnie’s brain!”

Yes, I have to admit it…there are many, many little cubbies, corners and crevices (ooo! alliteration!) in my mind. I have all the organized stuff like: how to drive to work, how to make Nestle’s Quick chocolate milk, & where do I keep my special two-dollar bill. And then there’s the other part…I’m not a candidate for Jeopardy but there are tidbits all throughout my brain.

I’ve decided that Mondays are a good time to share something, mostly non-quilty, that I find interesting. Of course the big hope is that you find it interesting too.

For my inaugural post, pray grant me some slack. If today doesn’t blast off with flying colors, try another next week. Perhaps I’ll get the hang of it!

Living With Superman

George Reeves, the original
TV Superman
I know this might cause some jealousy…but I married Superman! On that wonderful day, March 18, 1989, I married the man with many, many superpowers: My Hubby.

Our family loves to joke about it, but deep down, we know it’s true. Hubby has super senses. Here’s some examples, you judge for yourself.

Hearing:  During the teen years of our children, Nancy Drew was in her bed and it is late. Hubby and I are on the other side of the wall in our bedroom. “Dear,” says hubby, “would you go and tell Nancy Drew to turn off her radio?”

I’m thinking, what radio? But I get up. I get to our door and listen. Nothing. I open Nancy Drew’s door. Nothing. I announce to the room, “Nancy Drew, Hubby says to turn off your radio.” This I do hear: grumble, grumble, moan from Nancy Drew’s bed. “Okay, it’s off now.”

I teach blind kids. They can do this. Blind kids use their hearing like we use our vision. They develop an extremely acute sense of hearing.

My husband isn’t blind.

Vision: It’s winter, it’s night. Hubby and I are ready to sleep and turn the lights out. And turn the electric blanket on. I have my arm draped over the edge of the bed and am wiggling my fingers. Unbeknownst to me, I am wiggling them right above the electric blanket control that has a light.

“Dear, could you stop wiggling your fingers? I can’t get to sleep.” Hubby asks.

“How can you tell?” I’m flummoxed.

“Because I can see their shadow.”

“Your eyes are open?”

“No. My eyes are closed.”

“You can see that little light’s shadow with your eyes closed?” I’m suspicious.


Oh wow…I try closing my eyes. Nope, I can’t see it. I open my eyes, still can’t see it. Superman, my brain tells me.

Can he run faster than a train? No. Can he leap buildings in a single bound? No. But…

Smell: We can't have anything in the house that is aromatic. I'm talking any scent!

Little Glade air freshners? Nope!
Scented candles? Never!
Dryer softener sheets? Absolutely not!
Perfume? Heavens to Betsy--nix!
Scented hand soap? Ie! (Japanese)

Nancy Drew, Superman--oop! Hubby and I driving along in the van. La, la, la, la. All of sudden, Hubby says, "What is that smell???"

"I don't smell anything." I say, puzzled. I sniff even harder. Nada.

"Oops," Nancy Drew says meekly. "I forgot. I just put on my hand lotion."

Yup. Raspberry hand lotion.

Dale is practically gasping for air. He quickly rolls down his window, practically sticks his head outside. Except that he's driving. The window stays down all the way to where we're going.

Super Brain: He knows something, and usually a lot, about everything. Trivia. What year was a movie made. How do you make a trebuchet. He can name over 15 different kinds of whales. What is the best position to sleep in when you have a spasm in your back. He can look in the sky at a plane and tell you exactly what plane it is, even World War II planes.  I kid you not. 

I guess along with Super Brain he also has a Super Memory. He remembers dates like crazy. What was the exact wording his Mom used at a certain family get-together. (Along with all the lines in the Star Wars movies and Monty Python's Holy Grail).  What year did the Battle of Waterloo end? When did Marilyn Monroe die?

If I ever need to know anything, and I mean anything I just ask Hubby. Forget Google, Yahoo and Bing--my hubby takes less time!

But there is a chink in his armor. In the 25 years we've been married, he has forgotten my birthday twice. I just laughed when it happened!

Eerie Senses: If we're anywhere and I'm not wearing a watch, I ask Hubby what time it is. He stops and thinks for a few seconds, then tells you the time. When I do have a watch, I check. He is withing two minutes of being correct. Every time.

My husband is like a renaissance man. He knows something, and usually a lot, about everything. I kid you not. He is the smartest person I know and have ever known. Super brain.

I’d go on, but I don’t want jealous person to come and steal him away to do experiments on!

Hooking up with wonderful Lorna at Let's Bee Social

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