Weekly Outing and Room Progress

Last Friday for our weekly outing, Heather and I did a tour of the local quilt, fabric, and art stores to see what our local resources are and to just get a little inspiration going.  I didn’t take pictures of the places we went, but we found three great places we’ll be going back to.

And there was the stop at Starbucks for a fancy overpriced flavored coffee and chocolate croissant.

While we were out we did buy a few things:

Some of our purchases. Some fabric for a curtain, a table runner kit for me to do and Heather found a cool rug project.  Not pictured are some pens and things we got at the art store.

The quilt shop we liked best is a place called, “Going Batty.” The car GPS didn’t get the address exactly right but we liked the place and each of us found a project to take home.

Yes, I am going to be doing some quilting.  I took a class years (decade) ago and liked it but haven’t had the time.  Over the years, I have helped Heather with design and picking fabrics for her projects (I love buying the part) and now it’s time for me to get going.

Here’s the progress in my room:

The less messy side of the room. My computer setup in the right corner, the beginnings of my sewing area on the left and all the books in the middle.

A closer view of my desk with the exercise bike just peeking out on the right.

The sewing machine is Heather’s large machine that she does free motion quilting on.  She thinks that because of my experience with scroll saw work that I’ll be a natural at free motion quilting work.  The members of my woodworking club have often commented on how aspects of scroll sawing and sewing are similar.  I have noted that sewers who come to the scroll saw seem to pick it up faster than most.  So Heather is loaning me her machine for awhile.  If I really like it, we might buy me a machine or it just might become mine if I do free motion better than her.

There’s still a lot to do in my room.  My computer setup is fine, but if I’m going to quilt, I’ll need some more stuff in there – cutting table, storage, lights, etc.

I’ll skip talking about the wood shop as all that gear is still in boxes and it will be another week or two before I can get working on that.

I snuck a picture of Heather’s room for you:

Here is where Heather does her fabric magic.

Heathers room showing her desk, cutting table and bookcase. She’s already working on stuff.

Heather has two sewing machines, the smaller one that she uses for most sewing projects and piecing quilt tops she setup in her room along with a cutting table and most of the supply storage.  Since she has a better idea of what she’ll be doing, her room is more complete.

And finally here are two project kits that I’ll be working on:

The Bento Box pattern I’ve had for years and the one on the right is a table runner. This is a version of the classic log cabin pattern.

Heather will help me with the basic sewing and how to do things like wind a bobbin, but these are the projects I’ll be working on.  I thought it best to just start with a kit that includes the pattern and fabrics.  If I make it through these and like it, I’ll likely branch out in to designing and seeing if Heather is right that I’ll be a natural at quilting.

It’s been hot out here so I haven’t been working on the wood shop too much as I don’t have A/C setup in either area I’ll be using for my woodwork, but they tell me that September should be a good month to get that all done.

More next week.

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Rhythms

Rhythms bring to mind music that is felt in the body and move us in dance.  The pattern repeats and then shifts. We move to the right, slow and then on the upbeat twirl left.  Rhythms can be simple or complex. Regular or irregular.

When a poet crafts a poem, rhythm is a basic tool.  The beat of the words affects meaning.  The cadence builds the feeling.  Breaking the pattern suddenly shocks the listener into a new understanding.

Nature has it rhythms.  It moves in measured movements.  The sun rises then sets.  Clouds fill the skies before the rain falls.  The early morning light brings the birds to the feeder while the wild horses seek water before the heat of the day.

Our lives have its own complex intertwining rhythms.  We’re born and then die.  In between there are the various movements – school, work, children, marriage, retirement …

Within each movement the rhythm is a complex dance of daily, weekly, and monthly shifts.  Five days a week we rise and dress for work. Kids are sent to school. Lunches packed. Saturdays are for play. Sundays for church.  The book club meets on the third Wednesday …

There is a comfort in a regular rhythm.  The surety of knowing what happens next.  While the dissonant beat is both jarring and exciting.  As we move through the stages of life, the rhythm changes and we change our dance of life.

Some changes are easy. Some more complex.  Sometimes we stumble as the tune shifts and we try to regain our step.

With retirement, moving to a new city and home I’m finding the change disruptive to creative things I’ve done for years.  My new writing space is different and the schedule confused.  The wood shop is still in boxes.

It’s that time between movements in the song of life.  With every box that is unpacked or piece of furniture placed, a new pattern emerges.  Some parts of the new beat are required by the home or family.  I haven’t had a lawn in 20 years and now am reliving my youth of lawn mowing each week.

Old rhythms bridging the movements of life.

This is that time in a life when beat is confused, constantly shifting as it prepares to move from one scene to another.  These days I find myself spending most of my time preparing the places where I hope to someday spend my time creating things.

Still, we listen for the beat and shift our feet best we can.

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Friday Wisdom – Quilting

I have a friend composes and sings songs about sewing machines.  He’s a Singer-songwriter.

The standup comedian stoped telling sewing jokes because he ran out of material.

Judge: Officer, Why did you suspect the seamstress was a thief?
Police Officer: She was following a pattern.

Why are Christmas trees bad at sewing? They drop their needles.

Of course I talk to myself when sewing. I need expert advice.

When I’m hugging you, I really checking to see if that fabric is cotton, wool or polyester.

What’s the opposite of irony? Wrinkly.

I heard that the sewing class is a tight knit group.

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Weekly Outing – Wilbur D. May Arboretum

We’ve been very busy week, but we did make it out for weekly outing.  This week we went to the Rancho San Rafael Regional Park and took a walk around the Wilbur D. May Arboretum.  Here are some pictures:

It was a great morning out and we stopped at a great coffee shop for some fancy coffee and a sinful desert but I failed to get any pictures of that.  Yes, I just ate it too fast.

Hopefully I get back into a regular posting routine soon as we finish working through all the details of moving.

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