My Folk Art Pleasures

As promised yesterday, here are my Folk Art Pleasures quilt blocks thus far. I apologize in advance for the poor quality of photographs. For example, the stars on A3 are actually not solid black, but are very pretty dark blue prints. I also did not bother to press these blocks before I snapped the pics. I posted the original quilt at the bottom, so you can see what I've changed.

A2

A3

A4

B1

D1

D2

D4

The original by Lori
Hope you liked them and thanks for visiting!

Lori Smith Needs to STOP!

LOL, at least that's what my great friend Linda and I always say. Lori Smith (CLICK HERE) is a quilt designer/genius and she needs to be stopped, because her patterns are SO ADDICTIVE. That's a picture of her spectacular Pieces of Time quilt. We won't talk about the fact that I've completed all 31 blocks and it has STILL become a UFO, waiting quietly for me to jump in and tackle those borders. We also won't talk about the fact that I have her Heritage pattern, still untouched. But that's not really what this post is about.

So if you remember my Be Mindfuls, you may recall that I promised you a peek at a project that's near and dear to my heart. It all started with Lori again, and her wonderful Folk Art Pleasures pattern. I LOVE the pattern, but I also love Jeanne's idea (CLICK HERE to visit her Spiral blog) of redesigning some of the blocks to better fit my own life.

With apologies to Lori for muddling up her borders with letters and numbers, here is a pic of her Folk Art Pleasures (FAP) quilt.
Many of the blocks are perfect for me, just as they are. However, some will "fit" better if I change them. For example, see C4, the chicken one? I have no particular 'truck' with chickens. I never had one as a pet and I certainly don't eat them, so that's one block that I'm going to change. And there are definitely not enough (or ANY) cats in her blocks. And see B2? I'd like to be holding the hands of TWO little boys, rather than just one.

Thus far, I've only completed 7 of the 16 blocks: A2, A3, A4, B1, D1, D2 and D4. I'm working on A1, and that's my current Be Mindful project. I'll post pictures of my blocks tomorrow, even in their current, wrinkly/un-ironed state. But if you've made it this far in today's post, you deserve a reward. Here's a closeup of my version of A3 - it's FOSTER! Here he is in real life:
And here he is in a fabric tree. Check out his Mad Eye, LOL.
In real life, he doesn't go outside and he doesn't have red moons. But his eyes really do look like that when he looks at our dogs.

If you click on the Mad Eye pic, you can see some applique "warts". In particular, you can see the pencil line where his tail connects to his body. (I've since learned not to draw the bottom of that U-shape, because it's hard to turn it all under.) I guess I'm still Celebrating Imperfection. CLICK HERE to read the Warts and All post.

Check back tomorrow to see the rest of the blocks and thanks for stopping by!

Sometimes You Gotta Do Something Crazy

Have you ever had a time in your life when you knew you were about to do something that does not make sense, but yet it seemed 100% like the right thing to do??

Harvey is like that, because we already have some pets. If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know that we have a dog named Deegan and some cats. Strictly indoor cats. Five, to be exact. Two were feral kittens we captured and one is still unapproachable.

The cats and Deegan get along fine. Well, except for Foster. Deegan is terrified of Foster.

With good reason.
You may remember this post, written by Deegan.
Foster is not his favorite thing.

The cats are not good playmates for Deegan. After all, they're CATS and they do not like Deegan licking them and trying to chew on their ears. They find him coarse and repulsive.

Deegan is almost three and he needs a friend to wrestle with.

Enter Harvey.

Harvey is 4 years old and has NEVER lived in a home. He had lived in a shelter for his entire life until he was rescued by a great organization called Fetch a Cure.

You can click the link above to read what they do, but basically, they rescue dogs that are considered unadoptable (like 4 year old dogs who have never lived in a home) and they use inmates at Virginia's correctional facilities to train them. It's great for the inmates and it's life-changing for the dogs. It's like
Cell Dogs on Animal Planet, if you ever saw that program. It's a second chance for everyone involved.

So, we are going to be Harvey's new people! I told Deegan about it, but he did not seem to understand. I told Foster about it and he is NOT HAPPY. I guess he'd better adjust. Harvey comes to stay at our house next week.

We'll be picking him up at the prison, which is 3 hours away. We'll be meeting the "handlers" (inmates). I'm not allowed to wear blue jeans or revealing clothing. (Dang, I guess I can't wear my bustier gown, which would have been perfect!))

I'M SO EXCITED, DID I SAY THAT?!
Dog fans - stay tuned to hear more about Harvey!

When ANIMALS Attack!!

So I have this weird thing about rain.
I love to go out on the porch when it's raining.
I find the sound of the rain sooo relaxing.
Normally, that is.

Last night during a torrential downpour,
I went out on the porch.
My mistake was taking Deegan along.
Normally, Deeg listens pretty well.
But not last night.
He went shooting off the porch
to the other side of our driveway.
I couldn't see him because of our vehicles
but I immediately heard this
horrible, frenzied snarling.

I could not IMAGINE what on earth
he was doing. I went flying off the
porch, screaming his name, running
toward our truck. I still couldn't see
either him or his combatant.
I got within about 3 feet of our truck
and suddenly THIS CAME SNARLING OUT AT ME!!!!!!!For a split second,
I thought he was a big, gray cat.
I started to bend toward him
in the dark and the rain
before I realized what I was looking at.
I think he felt trapped, with Deegan
on the far side of the vehicle and
me bending toward him on this side.
That raccoon was definitely
in fight or flight mode
and he had chosen FIGHT.

He looked WAY madder than that.
Like this mad.
Fight or flight didn't work so well for me.
I was so petrified that
I stood rooted to the spot,
screaming as loud as I could.
Incredibly, the raccoon must have
decided I was not a threat.
He lit off across the yard,
toward a drainage ditch,
with Deegan right behind him.

My feet finally unfroze and I went tearing
after them, again screaning for Deegan.
The raccoon zipped into a drainage pipe
and Deegan FINALLY stopped and looked at me.

I was still screaming at the top of my lungs.
Deegan was cowering, because I think by then
I must have looked like this.

I think that's the scaredest
I've ever been.
I shook for about an hour.
Miraculously, Deegan appeared
to be unharmed.
He was not bitten.
There was no blood.

You have to kind of wonder
what our neighbors think.
Thank goodness for noise of the rain,
because the way I was screaming,
I wouldn't have been surprised to see this.

My Favorite Thing

Hi! My name is Heredeegangoodpuppy, but My People call me Deegan for short. I am a Good Doggie and I love everybody and everything, especially other Good Doggies. And Youwantatreat? Youwantatreat is my Favorite Thing.



My People are my Favorite Thing...my Grandpa Person and my Grandma Person and my Uncle Travis Person. And other Good Doggies, because they are my Favorite Thing.

I like my Cousin Good Doggies who live with my Uncle Travis Person and my Aunt Rachel Person and that Little Avery Thing (wait, is he a Person?? He was pretty small for a Person. I was confused about that.) And I was scared when he cried. I thought he was hurt. My Cousin Stella Good Doggie tried to bite me then. She is In Charge of the Little Avery thing.

And Car Rides, too. Like when Uncle Travis Person took us to the Good Doggie Park and I got to see LOTS of Good Doggies. That is my Favorite Thing.

This is me when I was a lot smaller and
lived in Jail with my Prisoner Person. I loved my Prisoner Person. He was my Favorite Thing.
He was nice to me and helped me be a Canine Good Citizen.

This is me with my Grandma Person.
I like to stand on my back legs and lick her face.

That is my Favorite Thing to do.

Sometimes I smile when I do it, like this.

Then Grandma Person laughs and says you're Too Big. Grandma Person is my Favorite Thing She helps me remember about Canine Good Citizen sometimes. It's hard to remember and I don't think Grandpa Person knows about it, because he lets me do what I want.
That's my Favorite Thing.

Maybe you would like to see my Nice Teeth. I know they are Nice Teeth because sometimes when I laugh, Other People say Oh My God Look At His Teeth because they are so nice. This is a picture Grandma Person took of them.

This is me with my Grandpa Person. He throws Red Ball for me A LOT and that's my favorite thing to do. Sometimes we sit on the Recliner Chair together and that is my Favorite Thing.

It is hard to see Grandpa Person in this picture.
Grandma Person says I'm Too Big.

This is me with my Uncle Travis Person.
He picks me up sometimes
and that is my Favorite Thing even though it makes me scared.

My Grandpa Person says sometimes I make an 'Orc Face' and lick my mouth like this.

Because I get scared because no one else picks me up because I'm Too Big.
My Uncle Travis Person is strong. He is my Favorite Thing.

I hope you liked my Pictures and I REALLY hope you come back next time to hear about Foster.I am scared of him because he is In Charge around here. Foster speaks Cat, so I did not understand when he told me he was In Charge. So instead he showed me with his Claws. A bunch of times. Now I know. He is not my Favorite Thing.

I have to go now because my Grandpa Person said come Have Your Pill. Have Your Pill is my Favorite Thing, because it goes with Youwantatreat?