Here's BEST OF SHOW -- from a familiar name: Marilyn Badger from St. George, UT.
Her quilt: Arandano
Look at the detail on this piece -- wow. (Notice that cool 'inset' look between borders? Using slightly-darker fabrics on the outside edge of the inside border -- i.e., the spikes -- helps. Nice.)
Another beauty -- It's the Cowboy Way by Karlyn Bue Lohrenz of Billings, MT
This took Best Wall Award (Moda). This one has great detail, too...I would not have imagined using a closeup like this for such an effective quilt. But she did...and it is.
Double wow.
Taxes are done...now to find the table under all that paperwork.
Meanwhile, thought I'd mention a tractor quilt stitched by the Mama's (and my) friend, Anne Heath. Anne made it for her farmer partner. Here's the basic block:
And the finished quilt. Simple, but effective.
My only complaint: it's in J[ohn] D[eere] green.
My dad worked for a Case dealer, so we were not allowed to mention That Name. It was considered swearing.
It's been interesting around here. We ended up with more than two feet of snow on the ground this weekend -- about 2 1/2 feet, I'd guess. (Daughter #2, who lives up in the mountains, got closer to 3-4 feet. And her partner spent both nights plowing and shoveling, poor guy.) Church was cancelled today -- which was wonderful, since we were supposed to start practicing at 7:30 a.m. Church was cancelled today -- which was frustrating, because the Brick (and others on Worship Team, we found out) had to get up extra early to shovel out the sidewalk and the car. The Elders didn't cancel until nearly 7 a.m....which meant we all had to be up and around anyways, in case they didn't. No sleeping in. The Brick stamped in, all snowy from shoveling, and wanted breakfast. Some French toast, a cup of coffee...then we went back to bed for a blissful couple hours. Ha. It made a nice change from wrestling with taxes, especially because TurboTax and other tax prep software don't know what to make of a business like mine. It puzzles the heck out of them; they are forever asking odd questions. Being the engineer type (obsessive and primary attention to detail -- you NEVER leave anything unanswered), the Brick then demands answers to those strange questions! And THAT leads to the tendency for mutual snarling at each other. Bits of paper with scribbled lists and totals -- things we have to double-check online (thank God the power never went out) -- every receipt and notice we could find for last year. And they're all piled higgledy-piggledy on the table, with both laptops going full blast. (Him typing, me fuming.) Surely we can't be the only ones struggling with this. And if you multiply our frustration by umpteen bazillion Americans... I wouldn't be surprised at all if the murder rate skyrockets during times like this. I love the Brick dearly, but right now, he's driving me NUTS. The bad part: I suspect he feels the same way. It's 2:30 a.m., and he is sighing and throwing himself back in his chair. Thank God this is almost over.
Eleven frightening toys from way back. Including my own favorite, Chatty Cathy. I begged and pleaded for her -- but she ended up stuck in a haybale in the barn. By the time I found her again, her face was stained, and she'd rusted. (ewww)
That's how much snow we've gotten in the past 24 hours, I'm guessing. Miss Abby and Charley are forced to leap around in it, to get anywhere. The snow comes way above Abs' back; Charley's got more leverage, being bigger.
Now you know why I sneer at the East Coast getting a foot of snow (or less), and panicking. The Brick remembers a few inches of snow while growing up in North Carolina...and everything shut down.
Thankfully, the power's still on. We've got the fireplace going, bluegrass playing, and are trying not to snarl too much at each other. (Darn taxes, anyways.)
While I'm working on taxes with the Brick (and waiting for the snow to REALLY kick in), I can't help thinking of this:
There...does that inspire you, too?
UPDATE, AS OF 1 a.m. SATURDAY MORNING: Just stopped into our local King Soopers for extra milk -- and there is none. Only a few gallons of 1%, and we don't usually drink that. The meat shelves are nearly empty, except for a bumper crop of ribeye steak. Chicken shelves are pretty much stripped, as are the bread and egg areas. Clerks were restocking, but items like paper towels and canned goods.
It looks very much like it did when we had storm after storm one winter...and getting your hands on fresh stuff was nearly impossible. But the snow just started this afternoon (in the mountains) and tonight (here). Did people go nuts stocking up? More probably, the trucks aren't getting through.
This gives an uneasy feeling -- but it's why our freezer has lots of food. Our cupboards are ample right now, too. I keep dried milk, dried eggs, flour and plenty of butter on hand at all times. But if this storm hangs around for a while, or we lose power, things could get weird -- fast.
Maybe I should have bought the 1% milk, after all...
You never bothered to show up, in the first place. (Ted Cruz did.)
Your staff apparently didn't check the guidelines Colorado Republicans use to appoint delegates. Guidelines that have been in place since last fall.
(Something they forgot to do in a few other states as well, where you lost delegates. C'mon, are they really that stupid?!?) The representative you sent thought he could get away with platitudes, instead of dealing with the issues. (Did you think we wouldn't notice your absence? Do you think we're that stupid?!? ) Somebody on your staff is saying you were cheated, because Colorado didn't even hold any caucuses.
(They did, Mr. Trump -- either you or your staffers were on 'ignore' to have missed them. Like you pretty much treat Colorado, anyways.)
The Brick not only went to the first two caucuses, but was at the state assembly Saturday, as well. Sure, he wishes all the speakers would deal with the issues up-front, instead of trotting out the flag and rah-rah statements. (Some did, some didn't.) As the Brick is fond of saying, we do NOT live in a democracy -- we live in a representative republic. (Because we must elect representatives to vote on our behalf. And in that sense, at least, I think he's right.) Ted Cruz isn't perfect. But at least he thought it important to try and personally win Colorado's delegate votes.
Pack up your mean, petty accusations, Mr. Trump -- it's time to grow up, stop acting like a whiny jerk, and get down to business. You'll be much more interesting if you admit you made mistakes here...and start actually listening to what's important to Colorado voters. Not to mention the other states you've been neglecting. We don't all live in New York...