I made this table runner for my own table. I usually don’t make much for myself, but it seems odd to be a quilter and not have quilted stuff all over your house. It is an interesting batik and I was not appalled at my quilting this time. When I did the quilting, I was sort of thinking/going for snow drifts. It came out all right.
The snowflakes are not struggling. I am guilty of that. Basically I have been feeling like crap and am sick of it. I have two conditions that are currently competing with each other in my body. For years I have had something called Dopa Responsive Dystonia. For me, it basically means that I have the worst Charlie horses all over my body. Medication had solved about 90% of it until the Rheumatoid arthritis reared its ugly head. So the drugs for that cause the dystonia to be a zillion times worse. Like I actually have cramps in my jaw (awful) and my tongue (imagine how that looks and sounds when talking). I spend a lot of my free time at work, hoping no one notices that occasionally my arm shoots across the table without warning and begins contorting, which often causes tears to run down my face. They attempt to solve this with powerful anti-seizure drugs that I don’t want to take because they can be very addictive and when you have to take them around the clock. It makes a person wonder. Then there are the two doctors, the rheumatologist and the neurologist, who don’t really want to talk to each other, they just want to prescribe more drugs. Yesterday I was at the neurologist and pretty much begged him to talk to the Rheumatologist. Just got a dumbfounded look and an offer to write him a letter. Really?
Actually discussed with Kevin last night if I should just stop taking everything, because I am not sure much is helping. If you want the Rheumatoid to be better you have to screw with the dystonia drugs. It is a no win. My only saving grace is the inexpensive hot tub Kevin put in the garage for me. It is really the only thing that helps. I find myself in it 2-3 times a day.
I know I should just stop feeling sorry for myself. I just don’t want to always feel like crap. On a positive note, my daughter Miranda is doing well after the accident. Working on therapy.
Happy Sewing
Happy Quilting
Treasure your Family
activities of life makes you forget a few very important things.
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My dogs usually tear off bandannas. I think they are cute, but for whatever reason they come untied and I find them in the yard. So, I decided to make some that slipped over their collar. Super cute and easy.
OSU fan happy (Kevin). Snibble has been madly in love with him since she met him. We are all OSU fans, but I have to say, Kevin is the only one that arranges the shirts in his drawer by: OSU Football, OSU Basketball, anything related to New York (that is where he is from) and misc. Heaven forbid I put something in the wrong pile. LOL.
Well, I got everything cut as instructed. I had most of this fabric in my stash, likely for years…. Had to buy a couple of accent pieces, that’s it. I like lime green and teal together. Hoping it turns out to be something awesome! We shall see.
me and one on my lap. This is a great travel project because everything I need fits into my little dog bag (of course). In my photo, you can see my Ruger. This was my late Husbands “Hunting Dog”. He weights six pounds and is scared of ants, so I am not sure what he would hunt. Cute as a button though. He is the only male dog in my herd, so he thinks any female is his. He frequently rolls all over me as if he is making me his and then gives Kevin the evil eye. Miss Moka’s paws are on the table where they should not be.
I actually made these bibs for my future grandchildren (just in case I don’t get to meet them). They are made from recycled jeans. Jeans that belonged to me and my late husband Derrick. I am hoping that will someday mean something to Haley and/or Miranda. No to bad on the applique portion. Over time I will make more to give away. But, sometimes you just need to see
something finished.

on the freeway. Darn near everything was broken; legs, ankles, knees, feet, elbows, collarbones, ribs, punctured lungs lacerated liver, spleen and intestines. Fortunately, there was no head injuries. Today was Miranda’s sixth day of surgery. She still has more ahead of her. She is still here. For this I am grateful. I don’t think I could stand losing another loved one. I must thank family ( who came immediately) and friends for their support, especially Susan from