My friend Mary has been making Beanie Hats. She says they have taken on a life of their own, they are addicting for her.
She has no grand kids at the moment,none in the future, but she got a pattern from my friend Helen who took pity on Mary who was going crazy making socks or mitts.
I, on the other hand got sick of sewing messes and cut up an old sheet, about one inch wide, and decided to crochet a basket.
Um, the man of this house thinks I should go back to the sewing thing as he saw me attacking the
crochet hook with such a vengeance that he noted that he
thought crocheting was like knitting, you know a kinder gentler craft. It was tough, but I made it in an afternoon.
I may make more...
This was a house we passed on our trip through Maine. The gardens were filled with inpatients and even though the weather had been very dry, these flowers were spectacular as we passed the house resplendent with a beautiful veranda dripping with hanging baskets of beautiful flowers.
Finally, what with the water being so low every where this year, we visited what had been my great grandfathers farm. There used to be a cabin on this little lake, but that had been torn down since our last visit to the land. But we spent an hour wandering through the property looking for signs of the past. Sad for us so I don't think we will ever visit the place again.
We have had rain. Much needed rain, but not enough to actually lower the fire warnings around the area. A glorious day once more on our little piece of paradise, but the days are winding down. It is now dark by 8:30, very dark indeed.
I cannot start this day without wishing the red dog here a Happy Birthday. He is the luckiest dog in the world....even though he stresses over modelling baby hats....as he belongs to my dog Wilson. So Happy Birthday Quincy.
When we were in Maine, this stove had been donated to the museum. It is still in full working condition. The various post and pans ....which is which...are sometimes used when cooking pioneer recipes events in Limestone.
The part on the right was the water heater. the oven had a
thermostat which must have been quite the thing.
I saw all these "intimate" items hanging on the line. I don't know what the item on the left is, and I didn't ask what it was. It looks like a slip of some kind.
So interesting to visit and be able to touch all the pots which were
quite heavy, so the women must
have been hardy.
When I saw this washing machine, I could not help but think that wash day must have been something. Did you ever use a wringer type washing machine? I did.
One year my niece saw mine and said to her mom that Aunt Nanci had the newest of washers as hers let you touch the clothes while they were washing....yeah those were the days my friends. How many times my fingers almost went through that wringer, I cannot say.
First here is a photo of my mighty dog posing with my friend Mary's little hat.
The dog actually sat still! Mary and I were laughing so hard, but the mighty Westie just sat there.
The hats are for selling when we go to Florida this winter. There is to be a flea market table at the senior centre, so she is making these adorable hats.
I have finished the top of the 1930s prints quilt. Thank you Shay (of Quilting in my Pyjamas fame) for your generosity.
I used every piece she sent except one darker green which I didn't think went well with the rest of the colours.
Because I used fusible web, it is stiff in the flower design. I also have now bought Steam a Seam which is so much lighter. Lessons learned always.
I sent a few email pm to a few bloggers asking if I should wash the top before sending it to a quilter and the replies were NO. Let the long arm quilter decide. Thank you Bev for really getting the research done on what to do.
The quilt is 90 X 110, so there is no way I can do this on my home machine.
Of course, if I get my king size bed next spring, the mattress is 15" deep and the quilt won't fit. I may display it on the side ways so that I can use it. Why do they make the mattresses so deep and why did we buy it?
The beginning of a new school year always brings the lake to very quiet and tranquil days. Our neighbours will leave today, Mary is off to school, her sister Erin is at Notre Dame, so for the first time in years, an only child will be in their home. The dad is missing his Erin I know.
Our Olympic hopefuls are also gone from their nest. Our girl is at Ottawa University and the darling grandson is living with a family (of saints I assure you) in Oakville so that he can train so much more. Messy is his middle name.
Happy Labour Day.
crochet hook with such a vengeance that he noted that he 
