Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The quilt I made for my SIL this Christmas. She liked it.


How's the attic purge going, you wonder? Well, admittedly, I've lost the teeniest bit of steam, but I have accomplished two things on my list: I organized the big plastic bin of DVDS (which probably shouldn't be stored in the attic, but so far they've survived) , and even more importantly, organized my wrapping paper bins.

Why is it important to have a neat stash of wrapping paper? Why does it feel so good to walk into my attic and see the wrapping paper rolls standing upright, all the gift bags nested together, the ribbons and bows tucked away in plastic bags? This is why people make fun of Martha Stewart, isn't it? For caring about neatly ordered gift wrapping supplies?

But, my dears, I can't help myself--I feel better having done these two small tasks, organizing the DVDs and the gift wrap. I feel like my life makes sense in this one tiny corner, if only there.

Anyway, if you open the attic door and look straight ahead, the attic looks neat and orderly. Just please don't look to your left. Please, no---arrrggggghhhh! 

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I've mentioned that I'm volunteering the the N.C. Folklife Institute. Yesterday, I proofread a document that profiles traditional artists, musicians and crafts people from three of our northeastern counties. Interestingly enough, the profiles included a beekeeper and two cantaloupe farmers, expanding one's notion of arts and crafts in a way that I like. I learned that there's a cantaloupe festival every July in Warren County, and I could not be more excited. I would like to spend my summer trekking around to various fruit and vegetable festivals, wouldn't you?

Do you have interesting festivals or pageants where you live? Tell me about them! I love the idea of getting everyone together for a parade or a festival or the Miss Halifax County Hog Queen Pageant. At the New Year's Brunch I went to last week, I suggested we should have an annual neighborhood parade. We could all just walk around in a big group chatting, or else we could make the parade about something. The First Tomato of Summer parade, or a Winter's Finally Over, Thank Goodness parade.

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Okay, I'm going to the gym. I don't want to go to the gym, but it's time to get back on that pony. Wish me luck! More soon, if I survive.

11 comments:

Angela said...

Love the SIL quilt.

My wrapping paper is all in a large plastic bin. And I am NOT buying anymore till it is all used up. And also rolled up in there are some old calendars for wrapping smaller gifts.

Keep up the attic tidying, you will feel so fabulous when it is finished!! I found a load of CDs and sold them online. Didn't make much money, but it was a good feeling.

blessings x

magsmcc said...

Oh good grief. I won't survive even reading about all this New Year productivity. I'm not even up and dressed before lunchtime yet! (I do take the boys to school, but avoid unwashed conversation...) The village of Hillsborough has an oyster festival in the late Spring, but we've never been. I'd love to go for the oysters, but it would be all about the Guinness for Prince Charming!

Tracy said...

My wrapping paper is upstanding in a 5kg bucket in my front hall cupboard. I like that it is less likely to be damaged like that. But you have ribbons and bows and things? WOW - that would be a special looking gift. Well done on getting control of one corner of your attic. Maybe do a 3ft square next to that sometime soon and you'll off on an attic organising winner!

You're a brave girl with the gym thing. I hate gyms - tried it, but never enjoyed it. Give me a walk to the other end of the main street and I'm a happy girl. Trouble is I walk slow - a hang over from living in a 3rd world country where their idea of fast is a snail's pace. Tropical heat will do that to you. So will not having clocks.

Gumbo Lily said...

The quilt is magnificent. How big are all those little tiny blocks?

Hooray for a little organizing of the attic! My Xmas wrap is all stuffed in a 5 gallon oil bucket (clean, of course). It's not pretty like yours, but it works.

In our area, we don't have any "festival" type things, but we do have Livestock Shows and rodeos. There is always a rodeo queen and each breed of cattle has it's own queen who presents awards at the shows. So yes, there is a Hereford Queen!

Jody

The dB family said...

How do you do it? Proofread, write, and make such beautiful quilts!? I won't look to the left in your attic. I have determined that if my gift wrap and bags aren't neatly organized, the gift giving just won't happen. So, with the exception of the tape, it's all in one place.

Did you survive the gym? I hope so!

Blessings!
Deborah

debbie bailey said...

Down here in Georgia there's a Turpentine Festival, a Millions Pines Festival, a Peanut Festival, and my favorite Another Blooming Festival which is held as the azaleas and camelias bloom. Oh, and there's the Cherry Blossom Festival.

Yay for you organizing the DVD's and wrapping paper. I'm so crazy organized that my books are Dewey Decimal Systemed and my VHS and DVD collection is numerically ordered. I once wrote down all the fiction titles I own but soon realized that as fast as I add to my collection, it was outdated in a few days. I gave that up.

So see, compared to me, you sound positively normal!

Lovely quilt!

wayside wanderer said...

Such a pretty quilt. Of course she liked it.

I like your end of winter parade idea. I will be prancing right along side the sunflower float.

I envy a walk in attic. I have to climb a scary number of stairs to gain entrance into our attic and that is while usually balancing a box on my hip or even sometimes on my head. :P

Monica said...

I agree nicely stored wrapping paper is good for the soul.

And that quilt is gorgeous.

Susan said...

To celebrate the opening of our county fair, we have an all-horse parade. The only entries allowed are horses, or things being pulled by horses and-get this-marching bands! We have a group of college boys who push big tubs on wheels and they scoop up as much poop as possible. The pooper scoopers are strategically placed before the marching bands. Even so, it's impossible to get all the bits so many-a high school band member steps in some at some point. Everyone in town either throws or goes to a parade party. Many parties center around chalk drawings of something a kin to a bingo board on the street. You guessed it! The object of the game is to watch for droppings to hit the Bingo square you've selected. Then there are prizes: first dropping, biggest, etc. They even "gamble" on which square will be a where a poor band member soils his/her shoes. As if being a member of a marching band doesn't make high school at least occasionally more embarrassing, local kids in our area endure this tradition. Good Grief!

Susan said...

To celebrate the opening of our county fair, we have an all-horse parade. The only entries allowed are horses, or things being pulled by horses and-get this-marching bands! We have a group of college boys who push big tubs on wheels and they scoop up as much poop as possible. The pooper scoopers are strategically placed before the marching bands. Even so, it's impossible to get all the bits so many-a high school band member steps in some at some point. Everyone in town either throws or goes to a parade party. Many parties center around chalk drawings of something a kin to a bingo board on the street. You guessed it! The object of the game is to watch for droppings to hit the Bingo square you've selected. Then there are prizes: first dropping, biggest, etc. They even "gamble" on which square will be a where a poor band member soils his/her shoes. As if being a member of a marching band doesn't make high school at least occasionally more embarrassing, local kids in our area endure this tradition. Good Grief!

Heather said...

Beautiful quilt!

Keeping gift wrap organized and neat is an accomplishment that I would find so satisfying. I keep my stash in a large tupperware bin that slides neatly under my bed, but when I open it up, it overflows and reveals a chaos that makes me want to sit on the lid and hide it under the bed again as fast as I can.