The Land of the Free

An interesting story is in the press this weekend.  Colin Kaepernick, quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, has hit the headlines by refusing to stand up for the national anthem before games.

I have no beef with Kaepernick.  He's heavily involved in charity work and he's always been a model citizen.

This move on his part is a bit puzzling to me, however.

Licensed to Carry (Your Junk)

Here we are after the Mother's Heart quilt and Regarding Dutch.  It's a hard reality of life that a well thought-out and technically precise quilt posted along with a warm introduction to a wonderful mother gets less than half the views of a few cute puppy photos.  I reckon that's why people post so many YouTube videos of kittens and puppies.  That's where the money is.

For the more hardy amongst you, I hope you enjoyed meeting my mom.  She's worth the effort.

Guys and Dolls

I'm not politically correct.  Partly because I'm a grouch and I hate such nonsense, and, partly, because PC is anathema to thoughtful public discourse.

For those from Arkansas, that means that you can't talk right about things when the man tells you what you're supposed to think.



Dutch 11 weeks

Hell, what am I thinking... if you're from Arkansas, you probably can't read anyway.  Seriously, they chose a pig for their university mascot.  Get real.

I was thinking a few politically incorrect thoughts this weekend.  Shouldn't come as a surprise because ALL my thoughts are politically incorrect because I am politically incorrect.  If you're not from Arkansas, I'm sure you see the connection.

Here are all three of my big thoughts:

1. Dogs are not Humans.
2. Women are not Men.
3. Men are not Women.

Lemonade or Mountains?

When life gives lemons, make lemonade.  So says the collective wisdom of the grey-hairs who have gone before.

Is it so?

While I tire of endless Facebook posts about what kind of muffin you chose for breakfast today or your latest drama, I feel compelled to write about the setbacks that we face in the course of our normal lives.

Regarding Dutch

A girl's dreams are powerful things.  They can be overwhelming. 

Some dreams are small, some large.  Really large.

Meet Dutch:

Dutch
10 weeks, 30 pounds

He's one of the large dreams.

Confessions of a Pig

The Original Truck Bib

Last year, my fiancé finally got around to telling me that I'm a pig.  Duh.  I wonder what took her so long.

Specifically, she was talking about how I eat in a recliner.  I drop lots of ick on my shirt when I do.  I like to eat in a recliner in front of the TV more often than I probably should.

Being a woman of action, she got busy online and found a pattern for a bib.  Then she told me to make some so that I wouldn't make such a mess.

Being a man of good sense and uncommon discretion, I said, "Yes, dear," and got to work.

No dummy, me.

A Mother's Heart

It's August in the deep southern United States.  That means we're nearing the end of one season and we are looking forward to the beginning of a much more pleasant one.

Here in the deep south, summer means lots of things, some enjoyable, others not so much.  For example, I've lived in the deep south for the vast majority of my life, but I've never gotten used to the heat.  You'd think that I would at least be used to it a little bit, but, no, I'm not.

I'm a sweathog.

Tolerating Picasso

Guernica-1937
Picasso

I was watching TV the other day.  Sometimes I do that.  It was a show about the histories of famous paintings and artists.  I don't know why I was watching it.  I don't know much about art.  Maybe I was watching so I could learn something.  More likely, I was just bored.



Pablo Picasso
(1881-1973)

One of the shows was about Pablo Picasso.

Did you know his real name was Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso?  

Seriously.  I'm not kidding.  Google it if you don't believe me.

Libby's Leaves

My Aunt Libby is a pretty wonderful gal.  Everyone needs someone who believes in family.  Aunt Libby is such a person.

For reasons unclear to me, she also believes in me.

So, one day I dreamed her up a quilt.

The rest of the story is this...

The Khaki Quilt

Whew... What a ride so far!

I do love that Falling Mountain quilt, if I do say so myself.  Hope you do too.  Now, I have to do a bit of backtracking, though.

If you've been reading closely, and I'm sure you have (whatever), you'll remember that I've had multiple projects on tap for about a year and a half now.  You'll no doubt recall that I've only been quilting for a year and a half, so that means that I've always had lots of projects beginning and ending.  Trouble is that they don't end in the same order as they begin.  That means that documenting them in a blog such as this creates a bit of a challenge when one is deciding upon the order of presentation.

I've left this quilt until now because... uh... well... because... I felt like it.