Spooky: The Sequel

So ... just when you thought that the spooky creepiness of Halloween was over ... think again. I woke up to this eerie blanket of fog this morning. Loved every minute of it.

I came home from my walk and was greeted by these guys. They are actually my close personal friends and these homes and their orange residents are rampant where I live. My Bug Man assures me that they are not only harmless, but helpful.

Not so much in the creepy category are the Granddogs, all decked out in their Halloween regalia. Asher went as a (very large) pumpkin and ...

Morrissey went as a bumblebee. I sure do love these guys.

Also left over from Halloween? Candy. Since my home is not easily accessible from the street, I only had one group of trick-or-treaters. I was so excited when they came to my door that I am sure they left thinking I was the creepy one.

Anyone for some Mike 'n Ikes??

Magic Carpet Ride

So ... you probably think I have eked out way too much mileage from the little quilt that I made for my granddog, Asher. (You can already read about it here and here.) Well, the story continues. When I first made that quilt (kind of as a joke, to be perfectly honest) Asher had not yet met his new little brother, Mr Gee, pictured above. He had no clue that the two of them were to become the bestest of best friends. And when I made that quilt I did not realize that it would become a serious security/sleeping blanket for my Asher.

A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Gee (who shares his mother's trait of a ducks-in-a-row mentality) took charge of Asher's special quilt (having been washed no less than 927 times at this point) and turned it into a Magic Carpet that one must sit on when one is reading one's books. Turns out there are no exceptions to that new rule.

The good news is that Mr. Gee just loves to read. The bad news is that Asher is feeling a tad ... put upon ... and ekes out whatever time he can share alone with his old friend ... Mr. Que.

So Nanny has come to the rescue and made Mr. Gee his very own Magic Carpet that may or may not be an upcoming 2nd birthday present for him. It's a tad bigger than Asher's and I hope he can feel the same cozy vibes from this new kid on the block.

I am also hoping that the "magic" in his Magic Carpet will fly him over to see me whenever he wants.

My Little Monkies!

So ... our weekend with the Gee's knew no bounds. There was even more fun, fun, fun to come. (And heat, heat, heat ... but, really, who's counting?) First thing Saturday morning we headed to the Zoo to show the li'l guy around. We loved the Monkey Village where we walked through a habitat of squirrel monkeys. We also saw some regular squirrels at the Zoo, but they weren't nearly as exiting.

We spent some time at the playground at the mall (it was 110 outside by that time ... do not judge our decision not to fry ourselves) where Li'l Gee climbed and explored and apparently hunted for a future bride.

And let's not forget how much fun we just had hanging out together. Asher the SuperDog continued to show his interest in quilting. On their next trip I am teaching him to thread a needle.

Thank you Gee's. Please come back. Please make us more delicious food ... Please take good care of my monkies.

And of course I send out big Father's Day hoorays to PDaddy and to Mr. Gee and to Mr. Dub. We seemed to have cornered the market on wonderful Dads.

So .... how was your Father's Day? And how are your little monkies doing?

a little somethin' to chew on ...

So ... do you remember this little quilt that I made for my precious grand-dog, Asher?

Five months ago.

And do you remember that you secretly scoffed at me for making a quilt for a dog that you were absolutely certain he was going to chew up and spit out ... even though I did hand binding on it?

So ... here is a picture of Asher at Christmas holding his precious quilt.

That he sleeps with every night.

And has never chewed up.

HAH.

My Spokes-Peeps!

Let's face it people, it's less than a week until Christmas and I am just too dang tired to

be creative and/or clever.

So ... here is a gift of 4000 words.

Knock yourself out with ... awe.

Food for Thought

So, I finished the quilt I have been working on for my "great" grand baby and I had an absolutely marvelous time. I vowed that I would only make quilts that are no more than 14 inches square. The quilting was simple and happy, the borders stayed straight and obedient and even hand tacking down the binding was a short and sweet job.

Then I remembered that I was doing this all for a plastic doll. Then . . . I remembered that her "mother" is my beloved Miss Dub, and that upon seeing her "baby's" quilt for the first time, will no doubt try and eat it. Let's face it, there is no greater sign of admiration for great art than trying to immediately take a bite out of it.


So, having justified myself and my efforts that aren't exactly saving the world and curing diseases, I was about to go onto larger efforts when I fell . . . hard and fast . . . for the challenge given to me by Mrs. Gee in her comment. I believe she said, "So when does Asher get his own quilt?"

Asher is my grand-dog, a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy the size of a small horse. Asher is a good dog and an excellent big brother to my grandson Mr. Gee, but if I felt a twinge of guilt over making a quilt for a plastic doll . . . well . . . my grand-dog didn't deserve any less. So, here is the debut of Asher's quilt -- complete with "bone" motif.


As I hand sewed the binding down on that one, I rolled my eyes a little. I've gotta admit I hope he doesn't instantly swallow the whole dang thing.

But I'm certain that in dog years, my quilt will be an heirloom in no time at all.