Dafuq?: Some Colorful History Lessons During the Apocalypse

...Being another wildly overdue thank you note,  for an enabler and colleague (and his wife).

Listen, I said I'd get there eventually, and I did. And here we are. Even if it took a Pandemic apocalypse for me to fulfill my end of the bargain:

The Finished Beast, inside where you can see colors.... 

...and outside, where you can see the quilting better...

...on both sides.

This is for my friend and colleague Ronny, whom I call "boss" even though he's not my boss and he hates it, who has done me the great service not just of getting me formally promoted to my current position, but the even greater one of inclusion in his Stable of Talent.  Ronny is a Delivery Principle, which means he is responsible to clients to make sure we do what we said what we were going to - and his greatest talent is spotting really dependable, flexible worker bees and collecting them all up so that he always has a set of non-crazy (preferably) swiss army knives at his disposal to get that job done.   Once he identifies you, no matter what far-flung project you are staffed on after that, he's got you in the back of his mind for something, and will throw his weight around to get you back in the fold.  This is gratifying for a number of reasons, but the main one is that it means you are always working with the utterly reliable, awesome-at-their-jobs, smart, and incidentally hilarious assholes that Ron prefers. That. Is. Awesome.

A few of the assholes in question.

The other nice thing about working with Ron is that, if you are pretty sure you're right about something, he completely has your back. That seems to be true of most of my colleagues at this job, but the theory has only really been pressure-tested with Ron and he was 100% true blue. Valuable, in a not-boss boss.  I've in general gotten lucky with bosses, but I only call a couple of people "boss" which in my book is a term of respect, and earned (even though they all hate it, which come to think of it might be part of the criteria for earning the title.)

Also, he swears a lot, which I appreciate in any coworker. If you've read this blog at all, you'll understand why.  Ron's finest epithet, IMO, is a standard, Jersey-boy "Daaaafuq??" which he's had cause to employ on many occasions, mostly involving client decisions. Some day I will embroider it upon a pillow for him - retirement party, maybe? Also, I need to learn how to embroider first.

So it was important to me to get this quilt right, and results are in, FINALLY... a mixed bag on this one, to be honest. This was a rocky road, so the fact that it took almost 2 years, and came up a few inches short in the wash was not *entirely* avoidable. Let's take a trip in the way-back machine:

1) San Antonio, Summer 2017: On an intensive project with just a couple other teammates, Ron and I are trapped in a conference room for 8 hours a day fighting over client metrics and where to eat dinner. A delightful friendship is born (as is my newfound love of obnoxiously overpriced steak).  I idly mention to Ronny that I should make him a quilt - he agrees.  A king size quilt, huge, tremendous, in a traditional style for his bedroom.  I laugh nervously. King size quilts are really big! Ha ha! That would take some time!

Good morning, Budapest: Deals with the Devil On the Banks of the Danube.
You can tell I took this shot because of all the crap in the foreground.

2) Budapest, August 2018: New project, 2 projects later. At dinner (again) Ronny and I literally pinky swear that if he can get me a promotion, I will make him his thank-you quilt any way he likes; a quilt pro quo, if you will. He points out it'll be any way his wife likes, and king-size, and that is added to the fine print of our verbal contract.

Curiously, a lot more people know where Wuhan is now than when I stayed there in 2018: namely, 7200 miles away from my sewing machine.

3) Wuhan, Fall 2018: Ronny promptly sends me to China for 5 months, which is really very far away from my sewing machine.  The fine print dint say nothing bout making this sucker by hand out of hotel bedsheets.  Case suspended while I stuff myself with 5 months' worth of pork shu mai.  Ron visits our team there, and while I do make it to dinner with him twice (once in an airplane parked in a mall!) I selfishly refuse to come along when he and fellow worker bee Bear visit Beijing for the weekend, where they are accused of being gay by a street procuress after turning down her many offers for wine, women, and presumably song;  Bear breaks a tiny chair at the Great Wall by sitting on it; and the finest Peking Duck in the land is discovered at a hole in the wall on the way to the airport, making me regret my refusal (somewhat.)

Ron goes to China, picks up a new hobby.

4) Houston, Jan 2019: My return to the States....and Promotion Unlocked! Around the same time, Ronnie announces an upcoming sabbatical for which it'd be really nice to have a Going-On-Sabbatical present done, and Ronny's wife Jo finds a pinterest pin of a quilt she likes and gives me a pink/green palette.

The original pin-spiration, and some pink from the stash I was spray ironing to see if it was useable .

Now the pressure is on, and I am reunited with Suki the Juki at an Airbnb in Spring, TX, where....

5) Houston, Feb - August 2019....months go by.  This is the point in the movie where there's a furious montage of calendar pages flipping as I buy fabric, match colors endlessly by dumping said fabric all over the floor, draft a pattern (because that pin was from a blogger's picture of a trip she took to a quilt shop in 2013, and there was no pattern), sew sample blocks that I then reject, and try again...several times, because I am good at the jobs Ron gives me but I am bad at quilt math. (The montage can skip over the parts where I worked on other, lesser, stress-relieving quilts rather than go to Buffalo Wild Wings with Bear.) Also, the montage will show me repeatedly grilling Ron exactly which green and pink his wife had done their bedroom in, admittedly using descriptions that probably only make sense to me and like 2 other people, and him answering me in such a stereotypically I'm-A-Guy-I-Wasn't-Paying-That-Much-Attention-To-The-Throw-Pillows way it STILL makes me laugh:

"Would you say it's like a dusty pink?"
"Well, it's ... I dunno, like a coral? A salmon? She put the pillows on the bed and I thought, "Hey, that looks pretty good!"
"Is it like a sage green with grey in it, or a spring green? Are we talking pastels? Is it pink and green like William Morris wallpaper, or more Izod/ Preppy Handbook circa 1984?"
".....dafuq?"

Chaos in fabric form. I mean - do you know how many different pinks there are?  A LOT.

In the beginning there was...trial and error.  Two star color sets.
Why choose? Use em both!

And let me state for the record that Houston has some kick-ass fabric stores, in which I spend a lot of time wandering, not sewing, but investing heavily in my retirement stash. I substantially finish most blocks at this time, now just need about 1000 flying geese units to make the sashing, the part between the blocks.  (Kidding! not 1000 geese....just 180.)

"Flying Geese" are the name of those triangle units, which will sash each of the star blocks. But green on cream, or cream on green? These are the questions that keep me up at night. (I opted for the bottom, cream triangles and green "wings")

6) Houston, Late Summer-Fall 2019: Ron takes his leave. And so do I, from Houston and the project. Quilt is still in blocks in a bag, packed securely in the hatch of my wee Mazda with the rest of my life.

The state of things upon leaving Houston.

7) Oct-Dec 2019: I'm assigned to a miscellany of other projects but none of them take: I cycle through Cincinnati, Washington DC, San Francisco, Christmas/New Year's, and vacation in Wisconsin before landing in...

8) Peoria, Jan 2020 (Peoria? O The Glamour!) for a month before they....put us on hiatus and I go back to Wisconsin for 2 weeks.  I actually did get all the blocks, flying geese sashing, and setting triangles finished in Wisconsin.  Except I realized I used three different ivories for the background. Woops.

At work in an Airbnb in Wisconsin....note trial star as the cornerstone of the sashing, which I rejected.

...and the state of things when I left Wisconsin the second time. Almost there.

8) Here and There, March 2020: Project contract runs out and the pandemic hits the world, and in lieu of living in hotels in Peoria I stay with my brother in Champaign, where he has an expansive semi-finished basement that is entirely empty until I start bringing all my sewing supplies down there. Despite having a hard time concentrating on anything else, sewing is my happy place, so it is SO ON.  The blocks and sashing are sewn together and the top/flimsy is complete! Now where did I put that giant backing I bought in Houston?  Oh god! Is it STILL IN HOUSTON??

Top coming together - will need some borders to bring it to he right size. How about some pieced pinwheels and some William Morris green from the geese units?

Pinwheel borders, yes.....

...Light green pattern outside no, in favor of the darker green from the darker stars.

Also - how the hell am I going to quilt this thing? Yikes.  Draw first; then quilt.

The blue things are templates for use with chalk pads, to mark a design to follow. I only used one on the green border, but I did manage to get chalk all over every goddamn thing I own.

9) Champaign, April 2020: the plague makes it a little slow to get the wool batting and matching threads I have to order since I can't go shopping, plus I get sidelined making masks for friends and family, etc.  When I appear to be running low on a key border fabric I have a near-meltdown.  Turns out I had another THREE YARDS of it folded away in a different box buried in my car, so I am abashed but relieved. Wool batting comes! Thread comes!  Backing from Houston located! Thread doesn't match but I'll make it work! I am determined to do full custom quilting on this king-size monstrosity, and turns out that's really hard and I'm still pretty bad at it! Last minute decision to make a flanged binding almost ends in horror!

What it looks like to stuff a (then) king-size quilt through the harp of a domestic sewing machine.

10) Champaign, Basement, End of the World, 2020: And the final trauma: custom quilting took a couple of inches off the hefty, 106-107" inches square that it started as.  (Not sure why, exactly, but I assume this is because quilting is basically a really widespread, lazy ruching.) And then when I WASHED it (warm/cool dry), it shrunk another couple inches, down to just barely 100" square. A regular king size quilt is usually, depending on whose chart you read, around 98x106, or 102x106 for a California King. So this was a Queen+ or a King-, depending on how you look at it. It was also wildly out of square with ruffly edges, something I either hadn't done before or never cared about enough to notice.

Custom quilting: looks cool from a distance, sucks up 2-3" of your finished quilt top size.

also, easier to see on the back. But....

  

When your borders go ruffly after washing.  Sigh.

After much pouting, and pondering, and whining to a facebook quilting group who sagely pointed out all the things I did wrong (including "too much quilting" and "not enough quilting" along with "never pre-wash batting" and "always pre-wash batting"), I re-wet the quilt and blocked it (meaning: as you do with sweaters, instead of cavalierly throwing them in the dryer you lay them out on an absorbent under-layer and gently pat/tug it into the shape you intend it to be in when it dries, and possibly even pin it down along its edges every 1 inch, which is a tedious process I would not want to put any of my giftees through.  Folks mostly use it for show quilts). This did cure some of the ruffly edge problem, though I couldn't very well make it any bigger, and then I thought long and hard about whether I was going to send this bad boy to Ronny and Jo anyway, given it wasn't a genuine king and had ruffly edges.  Or whether I was going to remake it. Goddamnit!

Blocking, but not exactly by pinning it every inch. 

And it sat, laid out on the floor for a number of days, being mostly square but mocking me with its sub-par dimensions and shoddy custom quilting, while I scolded myself for being a perfectionist and also scolded myself for not being perfect.

(Parenthetically, I'm thinking of collecting all the wisdom from the FB group that responded so kindly to my plea for help into a self-help tome entitled, "Why You Should Never Seek Help On the Internet.")

In the final analysis, I figured Ronny and Jo would rather have a mostly-there quilt, that is suffused with great effort, grit, and earnest gratitude, than whatever would come out of a second stab at this, which may be nicer looking but might not show up until after the apocalypse/plague/murder hornets take us all, and also probably tainted with exasperation and a growing hatred of pink and green together. Besides, Ron is a DELIVERY PRINCIPLE, and he held up his end of the pinky swear bargain, and I've taken long enough - time to deliver. So now it is mailed, and I've switched back to fretting about whether the pinks and greens selected were the right ones, or whether they clash horribly with the coral (or was it salmon?) that's already there.

stolen from the internet

As an apology, I sent along some matching face masks for them and their son, because just because there's an apocalypse on doesn't mean you have to be a savage and wear PPE that doesn't match your bedding.

So to Ronny, a huge round of thanks for being an awesome not-boss whom I nevertheless will continue to call "boss"; and to Jo, my gratitude for steering me in the right direction, pattern and color-wise.  I hope this quilt finds you both hale and well, is warm enough to withstand the coming apocalyptic winter and thick enough to ward off murder hornets, and big enough to demonstrate my vast appreciation for your agitating on my behalf at work, and for plucking me out of relative obscurity to join your band of merry fuqin' jackholes.

(I heartily recommend that you not dry this all the way in a machine, because that cause ruffly edges AND might trigger flashbacks for me which I'd rather avoid.  And next time, I'll bring a color chart to distinguish which pink and green, exactly, you need.)

Besos! Be well, and also please please please save me from Peoria, PLEASE:

Astrid.

Ups & Downs & Half & Half for Little Lambs & Quilty Hugs (Respectively)

... being my first contributions to Hands2Help, and a celebration of quilty community.

As was perhaps inevitable, I've been haunting the quilty blogs and inching my way into saying hello to the long-timers in that crowd: and also routinely being amazed and a little shamed by the volume of output these folks whip through.  I can't conceive, at this point in my life, of having so much time to devote to quilting but I now know what I'm aspiring to for retirement.  Long after I have made quilts for all of my friends and family, and have started in on Round 2, I hope to be retired.  OH but also contributing regularly to the many quilt-providing drives and organizations: whether for refugees or foster kids; cancer sufferers or those displaced by fire or flood; women's shelters or veteran's outreach; homeless centers or centers for the elderly - anywhere someone needs a hand or a hug, some big-hearted sewists are on the case, making sure the quilty community's love of the craft (and the fabric) is being translated into a truly staggering outpouring of goodwill.

Which is where Hands2Help comes in.  This mind-bending effort by Sarah of Confessions of a Fabric Addict has drawn a bigger response each year over year since she started in 2011; this popularity adds days if not weeks to her administrative load, I'm sure, but also adds literally hundreds of quilts every year to the general quilt population worldwide.  More importantly, of course, these offerings arrive with the humanitarian impulse sewn right in.  They say: "I see you, I think I understand a little of what you're experiencing, and I hope this helps you through.  How about a hug?"

Sarah picked 3 organizations for H2H to contribute to this year:

• Little Lambs of Utah - comfort kits for kids going into foster care, emergency shelter or who have been hospitalized.

• Quilty Hugs for Happy Chemo! - I guess that's pretty self-explanatory.  Another blogger, Em of Em's Scrapbag, collects these quilts to distribute to folks going through chemo.

• Victoria's Quilts Canada - for folks living with cancer in Canada, Linda (and friends, I hope) turn your quilt tops into full-blown quilts.

...but Sarah also made it clear that if you had an organization close to your heart (or your physical self) you could always make quilts for them instead, and it would still add to the overall bounty of H2H.  Very cool!  Being home for work for a change, and having access to my fabric and scrap pile (albeit tucked away in storage), I wanted to add a little bit of love to the pile.  So:

This one is going to Little Lambs (and hopefully it's not too big for a backpack, per instructions). I was trying to come up with something that maybe an older kid/teen would dig, because I feel like sometimes that age group gets short shrift, so hopefully this isn't too precious or young.  My sis-in-law gave me a brief glimpse into the life of a foster kid through her volunteer work and... it's brutal.  Hats off to these folks for giving a shit about these youngsters, whom the System seems to routinely forget. 

I call it Ups and Downs, for obvious reasons.  Seems apt.  I followed a pattern by Angela Walters, w/Kona Beige and scraps.

Excuse my thumb over there. Some spots, some crosses, and some swirly waves on the back.

Ugh, my first attempt at machine binding.  I'm..... sure I'll get better eventually.

And this Half-and-Half quilt, a pattern by Missouri Star Quilt Company, is off to Em for Quilty Hugs.  Er.  It will be.  As soon as I'm doing quilting it and bind it.  Which I'll do as soon as my replacement thread shows up in the mail, because I thought I had several spools of this Green Linen thread but turns out I had ONE of those, and a whole lotta Ecru I didn't want to use.  I mean, from a distance, it was *very* close.  Ecrulinen.  Linecru.  Like that close.  And my local Joann's utterly failed me by not having it in stock when I made an emergency run.

Made from some Kona... Old Green? maybe? yardage, and like 18 ten inch scraps squares of various sunny brights. 

A strip of hot pink among some other springy greens. They don't exactly go with the front green, but they are at least different enough that it is evident I wasn't *TRYING* to match anything.

The stalled quilting effort. Ha! Didn't get too far.  As I learned in B-school, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.  Stupid Ecru.

This weather has been crap.  I took these in late afternoon after like 5 consecutive days of downpour, so the shadows are long, and the patience was short.

But I vow to get this done this week - I've taken Friday off for this expressed purpose, and I shall not be diverted from my task: nor rain, nor Joann's, nor Ecru, nor dark of night, shall stay this courier from the swift completion of my appointed rounds.  That is to say: check's in the mail!

I regret not getting something together for Victoria's Quilts too, but I can always send it along later, I guess, and at minimum I can make them something for next year.  I just ran out of days (and yet, retirement seems to be receding on the horizon, so I guess ol' Albert was right about that whole time being relative thing.)

To Sarah, and Em, and Linda; to all the quilters who have linked up this week, or sent quilts over the last 8 years:  hell yeah and well done, you all! (or "youse", as we say in Chicago.)  I hope that in my future - my near future, even before retirement - I am able to keep up with your generous spirit, dedication, and time management chops.  Or if I can't keep up, at least I can keep trying.

Besos, 

Astrid

Conways, Winding Ways, and Saints in the Snow: A Reflection on Family

…. being a celebration of a lovely lady, my Aunt Nene, on the anniversary of her birth.

When I was a wee lass, writing letters (versus emails or texts) was still A Thing, and I loved to get letters but was not really an international peer pen-pal sort of girl.  Instead, I wrote letters to my mom's sister, Aunt Nene, and  every one started in the same imaginative way:

"Dear Aunt Nene:
How are you?  I am fine."

…after which I would blather on about whatever scintillating news an 8-year old might have, likely tales of sibling woe or an epic retelling of the appropriation of a paint-by-numbers kit (mostly unused!) from the neighbor's garage sale or some such.  

Nene, being a charitable sort and also spectacular with children, would obligingly reply:

"Dear Astrid:
How are you?  I am also fine."

Sometimes these would be handwritten notes in Nene's characteristic loopy, not quite cursive printing; and sometimes they would be manufactured on an old-school typewriter with many an exclamation point and lined- or X'd-out erratum, from a machine dating definitely back to pre-correction-tape days.  I think this may have been around the time Nene was writing for her local newspaper and so that was probably the tool of her trade, but whatever the source, I adored those letters, and the lady who sent them, and I still do.

Nene turned 80 last year - and a couple years before that she could be found showing a little leg before jumping off of her younger brother's boat into the Mighty Mississippi with her nieces' children:

Two too-canny Conways can can-can.  Can you?  Lookit those pointed toes!  Ha chachachacha!

Here is a woman who is always ready to