Oh, my...has it been another year already? Another year where I didn't really get as much quilting accomplished as I wanted to? Another year where I started a bunch of projects and didn't really finish any of them?

My love of quilting has spread throughout my family as well. I even helped my sister Blythe start one (and if she's anything like me she has yet to finish it!). This was a gift for her soon-to-be sister-in-law, blue and orange because she is a big Chicago Bears fan. Arthur, after coloring a quilt pattern of his own, insisted upon making his own quilt. I had hopes that we were going to finish it before Winter Break was over but we did not. Oh, well. It was still fun to show Arthur how to use the sewing machine without sewing his fingers, iron without burning a hole in the ironing board, and pin without pricking his fingers too much. His preferred activity was sewing. He didn't care for ironing and he loathed pinning. Can't say that I blame him; pinning is a repetitive task.

Actually, I am surprised I managed to finish as many as I did - five quilts, hooray! Several more were started and finished but remain unquilted, so I will have to wait until next year to show them off.

There were a few other things that happened this year. My Aunt Joyce
caught wind of my interest in the Civil War and called one August day asking if I would be interested in joining a Civil War quilting club at Attic Quilts, my local quilt store. It sounded kind of fun but I was worried that the members would be a little too serious about quilting...which I am not. I try to have fun with everything I quilt because if I went back and made everything perfect...well, it just wouldn't be fun anymore. It would become tedious and frustrating. I'd rather have imperfect seams and scrappy colors than tears. The ladies are a lot of fun (despite the thirty-year age difference!) and have the same quilting philosophy: HAVE FUN!

Even though this has nothing to do with the club, I received Civil War Legacies and Civil War Legacies II for Christmas. I am so excited to begin some of these lovely quilts (and there are so many pretty ones that I can't decide which one to make first!).

The unfortunate part of being part of a club now is that I am expected to create something. It took me five months of membership before I actually finished something. The scrap fabric came together perfectly and I had just enough to finish the quilt. I will probably make another one (in different colors) and send them to my lovely nieces just because.

After saving every penny from watching my neighbor's daughter, I finally bought a new quilting machine. I have yet to take it out of the box (I've been either traveling or sick) and take it for a spin but I am excited to compare its capabilities with my little Singer. I will also need to get a quilting frame and learn how to use it. I never thought of myself as being one of those people who had a lot of "accessories" but quilting sort of requires it!

Finally, I have stumbled upon something called "leaders and enders." I see this term thrown around a lot on various quilting websites but had no idea what it was until I did a bit of research. It's actually an ingenious method: take some scraps and sew them onto the beginning and ending of a chain. The scrap blocks are eventually sewn together to make another quilt. Obviously, this process takes time but the idea behind it is that with a bit of sewing here and a bit of sewing there, a whole new quilt is made with minimal effort! It's such a great idea that I'll probably give it a try, though I know I'm such a quilter that I'd need to have an idea in mind before I sew up a whole bunch of scraps.

Quilt #1: Basic rectangular nine patch. A few year ago, my friend Mona had spent some time in Hawaii. She returned and brought me some lovely blocks precut into rectangles. I made her a quilt with most of those blocks and decided to make the rest into a wedding quilt for my college roommate. She had gotten married in February of 2013 (oops!) but I reasoned that since seven years had not yet passed, I was probably okay. (Right?) I bought an especially vibrant Hawaiian print for the sashing but decided I hated it as soon as I got home. I isolated it to a thin border and the binding. It worked, though I still had so much of that fabric left over. Ugh. At least my friend loved it!

Quilt #2: Pineapple Blossom. This quilt was, quite literally, years in the making. I had originally set aside green, brown, and orange strips to make this quilt for a good friend who had moved out of state. He had picked it so I knew he would like it. Well, then life got in the way and the quilt was never started. Then he moved back. Then we moved out of Alaska. Then he announced he was getting married. Out came the giant bag of scraps and I finished it in about four months - a record for me! It was quilted and sent a few months after they were married. I'm not the biggest fan of the original quilt but I happen to love the mix of earth tones in mine.

Quilt #3: My Blue Heaven with additional sashing. I made a quilt similar to this one for a friend who had gotten married but the original quilt was so big...I quit. I had so many extra triangles I put them in my triangle bin and forgot about them. I even had one block leftover that I couldn't fit into my friend's quilt so I saved it. (Why not, right? A quilter is good at making new quilts from old blocks!) A friend from college was having her second baby - a boy - and I started cutting blocks for a quilt when I realized that I had almost everything for another My Blue Heaven already! The quilt came together (no cutting and very little piecing!) in no time and my friend loved it.

Quilt #4: Leftovers from Pineapple Blossom. One of my favorite things about Bonnie Hunter is that she knows how to use extra pieces from her quilts to make new quilts. This pinwheel quilt was pieced entirely with extra pieces from my Pineapple Blossom quilt and a just-under-a-yard remnant I found at Jo-Ann's. I believe that this is the first quilt I've made that I turned leftover pieces into a whole new quilt. Most of the quilts I've sewn involve digging through my scraps or buying new fabrics. It was actually a really fun process and I hope to do it again - perhaps even making a leaders and enders project of my own! (My 2-inch and triangle bins are overflowing...hmmm....there's got to be some fun triangle and square blocks out there...)

Quilt #5: Faux Log Cabin. Another friend of mine had her second baby but when she discovered she was having a girl, she wasn't very excited about it. Not because she didn't want a girl; mostly because she was not crazy about pink. Or about the possibility of having a princess. Or a diva. But, purple was fine. So I went through all of my scraps and found enough purple to make this fun quilt reminiscent of a log cabin. The quilt ended up being too narrow, so I sewed a border on two sides from the leftover green and brown pieces. The quilt came together quickly even though I felt like this thing sat around for a while. She loved the finished product! (But who doesn't love a green-brown-purple combination?)

I said last year that I'd be making a quilt for myself. Well, that didn't happen. It was started and now I've decided I don't like the pattern I chose. I do have something else in mind which I think will be absolutely marvelous! There's also a possibility I'll be able to reuse some of the blocks I've already started making. (Don't you just love the frugality of quilting?) Happy quilting!

Blessed be!


My cousin, who spends half his time in Chicago and the other half in London, planned to be in Chicago for most of December. He suggested a sleep-over at his Chicago apartment. Gloria and Byron would be there, too.

The boys were excited. They love Chicago. Ever since our spring break trip last year, they've talked about going back. There's something special about that city. I'm fairly sure that part of it is the obvious mass public transit system. As soon as we drive into the outskirts of Chicago where the Metra tracks criss-cross above the freeways, the boys begin to scream, "TRAINS!"

We had never been to Brian's apartment before, tucked away in north Chicago. It used to be kind of slummy, he explained. Then they fixed up the park across the street and renovated the school. It seems like a nice neighborhood now, just up the street from a mini-Chinatown, a train station, and several bus stops.

We only had two days and the boys wanted to see dinosaurs. Since the boys get to dictate everything we do (at least until they turn 18), we took a train to the Field Museum. The boys - Balin in particular - loved Sue. The both of them even managed to correctly identify her as a Tyrannosaurus Rex. They marveled at her six-inch teeth. They found posed bears, seals, and other animals downstairs and enjoyed the scenes laid out before them, particularly the beaver dam. For some reason, they both kept coming back to that one.

For dinner, Brian took us to a Korean chicken wing restaurant. Sound sketchy, I know, but the wings were wonderful. Robinson couldn't stop talking about them and even resolved to go back when we returned to Chicago! Brian was impressed with the boys' palates, saying that Byron's nephew is such a picky eater that he never tries anything new. Even Balin, who is a less adventurous eater than Arthur, must have eaten three gigantic wings.

My boys love a lot of things, but they adore parks. I think another reason they love Chicago is because there's a playground right across the street from Brian's apartment. They were cold from the wind, and yet they played until their faces were red and fingers were frozen.

It's funny how family relations change over time. My sisters and I used to see Brian a lot as kids. Then we grew up and became more indifferent about our families. Now that we are adults, it seems more important to reconnect with people, to share stories, and to enjoy their company.

Blessed be.


Dear Fairbanks Friends:

Today you were missed more than you know.

I have been in Beloit for more than a year now and yet, the irony is that I feel more isolated here than I did in Alaska. 

I miss the shared secrets, the play-dates. I yearn for the days I knew Arthur's friend's parents. I miss feeding you and entertaining you. I miss the birthday parties and the bonfires. I miss craft nights.

Where have I gone wrong? I wonder. Is it me? Or is it that life is so much bigger here that I'm just lost in a sea of people?

Today was an emotional disaster. My heart ached so terribly I went for a walk and found myself in the middle of a nearby cornfield, crying. 

It was then I stumbled upon a golf ball. 

Despite my fragile emotional state, I chuckled. This golf ball is me. We're both lost, floating in a vast space, without ties or contacts. 

The truth is, as excited as I am to have Balin in school, I am worried, too. I am afraid that without my only link to my friends here, I will become more isolated. I will write and I will quilt and I will do hundreds of other little things but I will do these things alone.

I miss that life, the one filled with all of you. If I could have taken all of you with me, I would have.

Love, Bobbi

Blessed be.


I really should start planning to never leave the house from Black Friday to New Year's Day.

It's as though I suddenly have so many things to get done, so many obligations, and so many extra chores that I can't breathe. Packages arrive and I nearly hypervenhilate imagining all the new crap my kids are going to get from our overly generous families. I can't think of something fabulous to get my husband because he has everything he could ever want (including a new-to-him-Kindle, which would have been a great gift). This year there was an added grant submission and a couple of quilts to finish. There was also a photo album of the boys for their elderly great-grandmother. I've stopped sending holiday cards years ago because I just can't add one more thing to my already packed schedule.

When does it stop? Am I always going to feel this pressure at the end of the year? Is it about poor time management? Or is it about feeling obligated? Or is it something else entirely? How can I structure my activities so that I don't feel so much pressure? Is it a matter of delegating? 

At this point, who knows? I'm already knee-deep in December activities that it doesn't matter anymore. But maybe it should. Maybe I should be starting the mad end-of-the-year-rush in October. Why not? I see Santas and tinsle and wrapping paper well before Christmas. Maybe it's time for me to start some new traditions. Holiday cards at Halloween, anyone?

Blessed be.