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Tiny Ants

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Tiny Ants, originally uploaded by Mary Beth R.

Hi Blog Readers!

Everything old becomes new again, isn’t that the saying? Today, I am happy to return of my old way of summertime ant control.

When ants invaded my home this summer, I tried ant spray instead of my usual mode of feeding the poor critters outside. Chemical warfare would work for a day or two until the critters found a new avenue of attack. It was not fun for me to kill them and suffer the smells of chemicals inside but I tried and tried, holding out for my introduction into the wonderful world of insect free modernity.

It . Didn’t . Work

Last night I set out a plate of sugar water. I don’t know where I got this remedy but I much prefer it to RAID.

Outside, lined up so cutely around the plate, the numbers of ants is so much smaller than when they are invading the kitchen but I’ll bet that is just a result of my sense of panic and imposition.  The Middle Way is so much better!

Oh

It is with great sadness I must explain my absence. I am quietly mourning the sudden passing of a treasured member of my family. The Stitchery has been thrown into disarray in shock at the news of this death.

I will be back.

But for now I am quiet.

Bothering Birds: Nuisance Control

I arrived at The Stitchery today and found no birds in the trees. Whew!

So, I’m reinforcing the raglan sleeve seams in the coat’s lining with some lovely straight waistband tape that Els sent me a few years ago. It is straight tape sewn on top of a biased edge so the edge can be folded into the interior of a seam quite nicely. I believe she uses it for waistband stays. It’s working perfectly for the raglan armscye.

Decided to take a break to go visit my neighbor, Mr O, who is responsible for alerting the authorities about our alarming bird population. I am fond of him, anyway. This man has passed his 50th wedding anniversary, to give you an estimate of his age. Let’s just say he’s been around enough to know how to live life well.

Around here polite manners are supreme and being fast witted is the way to get along. People will agree with you whether they really do or not rather than be rude, which is just a horrible thing. I always learn about verbal STYLE from Mr O.

Anyway, Mr O says the birds were on a hill higher up in the neighborhood this morning and that the city is going to order special guns that fire a kind of bomb that goes off up in the air. The codes enforcer hadn’t bothered to explain that to me. I guess he didn’t think I would want to know, and I didn’t ask, either. He told me “shotguns”, so I took him at his word. That’s why no shotgun shells in my yard.

Well, that makes sense: the buzzards are protected under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 and there’s special State and Federal permits required.

So special guns. I guess I feel better. There’s something about men running amuck after dark with shotguns that had me more freaked out than the buzzards!!! Silly me.

I guess this would be similar to having too many pigeons, starlings, or geese, crows, or mergansers. Just the fact that they are Really Creepy Birds, buzzards, had me so freaked out I couldn’t see them as just bothering birds.

And old problem after all.

Back to being more sensible and getting my sewing done….

Shoot

I never thought I’d write about shooting and sewing, but here it is. I just got a call that the camera is fixed and is due to return to me within 3 to 4 days but sadly, this is not a post about shooting a photo, it’s about shooting guns.

Behind The Stitchery is land that 50-60 years ago used to be a farm and is now crisscrossed by electric and sewer line easements. In fact, The Stitchery was carved out of this land and it’s maybe 50′ away from my back porch. What is left back there now is wild, overgrown woods and ancient trees now, all scrubby and dark but full of beautiful flowers left over from the folks that lived there long ago in this house that is half caved in.

Abandoned in The Woods

Last Spring (April 2009) I took some photos of the lovely blooms and put them in a Flikr album here

And while I was shooting the pastoral woodland scenes a startling thing happened: an American Black Vulture flew out of the attic window of the old house next to which I was standing. Oh my, it scared me! It’s wing span was close to 5 feet.

Since then I have watched more and more of these birds nest in the trees at night and fought off the feeling of impending doom, telling myself, “They’re just birds, for goodness sake, not harbingers of evil.”

Now, at roosting time when the sun goes down the sky is black with these birds, during the day every tree is covered with black hulks, their shadows crisscross the front lawn as they relentlessly search for hapless rodents.

Today the city codes enforcer came today to tell me his plans. Every evening for the next 10 days a team of men with shotguns will come to my driveway, park, and go to the back yard where they will start shooting into the air. If that doesn’t scare off the birds then they will try to kill them off.

You see, the State officials have said that once these critters get settled into an area they are difficult to get rid of and they are dirty. The woods now is covered in white bird droppings. Bad diseases, like histoplasmosis, are possible. We’re a population of old farmers and everyone knows you don’t want to clean out an old chicken coop for fear of this dreaded disease. My Step-Dad almost died of it once.

So these men will have shot guns and they will mean business.

Hey, I don’t love all these birds, I hope they go away FAST

I and the dogs will go to the house early of an evening for the next few weeks. I can’t imagine what all this will mean for us. I don’t think these men will go into the woods, I think they’d be scared to for fear of getting sick. I think they will line my back yard and aim into the air.

Will The Stitchery be safe for us to use anymore??? I don’t know WHAT this means for my sewing sanctuary. I’m just glad I didn’t turn this into a rental and have tenants with children that might have played in the woods. Oh man.

It turns out that the birds were harbingers of evil after all!!!

Wait, Where Am I???

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Honeys: this is the South fer Goddess’s sake. We had a light snow yesterday and many schools are opening late today because of the cold.

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High /Low (°F) Precip. %
Today
Jan 05 Partly Cloudy 28°/13° 20 %
Wed
Jan 06 Mostly Sunny 33°/22° 0 %
Thu
Jan 07 Snow 32°/12° 70 %
Fri
Jan 08 Flurries 22°/11° 30 %
Sat
Jan 09 Mostly Cloudy 23°/11° 20 %
Sun
Jan 10 Mostly Sunny 31°/17° 10 %
Mon
Jan 11 Partly Cloudy 38°/27° 10 %
Tue
Jan 12 Snow Shower 43°/27° 60 %
Wed
Jan 13 Snow Shower 41°/29° 40 %
Thu
Jan 14 AM Clouds / PM 46°/32° 20 %
Sun
Last Updated Jan 5 08:20 a.m. CT

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OK, whining done (check)

More sewing posts coming soon, promise!!!

Dogs and Laundry

I am shaky today. My little Westie is undergoing exploratory surgery because she has been diagnosed with cancer of the bladder and they want to assess the tumor. I am rarely WOD (with out dogs)

Another Attempt

She’s been my constant companion for almost 11 years, and a major contributor to the weird looks on my face as I try to get photos done for the blogs.

Bottom Cut Straight

Solo photography is hard enough to do without a couple of dogs hamming it up: sometimes I just have to give in

How to Take Photos

Last week was all about getting the laundry room set up at The Stitchery and finally everything is done

StitcheryLaundry

and the hot water heater produces clear water now that it has been inadvertently drained like a scene from a Walt Disney movie.

Because I bought a front loader for the house I had to paint the laundry room there when the over-the-washer cabinet had to be raised.

House Laundry Room

And now I’m loving having the ability to process fabric during the day instead of working even later into the night in prep for the next sewing project.

I’ve been truly blessed. My only thought now is this prayer:

Dear Lord: Please protect Gaely GoLightly, Westie Extraordinaire, and guide her Vet’s hand. And please don’t let any one else in my family get cancer!

Vet Bill of Health

10 days ago we took Patch into the vet’s for surgery and teeth cleaning (if possible).    Patch had a couple of ugly bleeding tumors on his belly right near where the thin belly hair thickens into the coat on the sides.  I have been waiting for the results of the histologic examination and they came back today.

While waiting for these results I have been alternating between being really scared for him and a state of acceptance.  But the vet was pretty sure it was cancer.  And I was gathering information about canine cancer treatments and thinking about how to weigh Patches’ life against cost of treatment.  How to do that???  I never figured it out.

Patches’ tumors were malignant.

Diagnoses:  Cutaneous Hemangiosarcoma

However there is lots of good news:

  1. the surgery removed all the margins of the tumors (the key to getting rid of the cancer and having no recurrence)
  2. the cancer was in his skin cells, not subcutaneous.

This is a kind of cancer has a great survival rate and no chemo is needed.

Patch most likely will have a good life ahead of him, free from vets and meds.  Yay!!!!

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That’s the important part but for those who are curious:

We will have to keep an eye on the little lesions on the other side of his belly.  They look like blood blisters and right now are 1 to 2 cm.  The vet said that these are common in older dogs and are either benign or malignant, they do not change into being cancer if they do not start out cancerous.  If one does develop it will grow very quickly and anything over 3 cm is a size to be concerned about.

I got a copy of the animal disease report:  this kind of cancer is often caused by UV rays, irradiation from the sun.  Years of lying in the sun most likely caused this.

The thing we don’t know without further tests is whether this cancer was metastasised from another cancer elsewhere in his body.  We would have to do a cat scan and go hunting for more cancer.  We will not choose to do this.

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In another area of good news the neighbors who started intervening in Patches’ life last winter by giving him walks and taking him to their house when he had no food or water contributed a large amount of money toward Patches’ care.  And they are scheduling days to come and take him for walks.  They may even take him into their home if I need to go off on a sales trip.

I am a thankful person today :)

Patch is constantly thankful.  That’s how those dogs are, you know.

PS:  Patches’ teeth were cleaned and they pulled one dead tooth, not bad for an old dog.  Now he smells as sweet as he is.

Scooby-Doo, Who’s in the Mirror?

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Patch discovers the Fitting Mirror (from an old bathroom):

Gazing in the mirror

Soooo funny!!!

Patch in the Fitting Mirror

Don’t those ears look like Scooby-Doo?

Scooby-gang-1969

He’s adorable.

It turns out that many families in the neighborhood were concerned about him and now that he has had a bath and has a home, people stop by to give him walks and come out to say Hi to him as he goes by their houses.

Quite the popular doggie.

Sewing a Big Dog Bed for Patches

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Paparazi!  Look out!!!

This past week has brought big changes to our household. We have taken in a dog who has not been treated well for most of his life. He’s been on a chain in the back yard with very little shelter for all of his life. It is not really known how old he is: the primary owner passed away 3 years ago and the boy who was left with his care said that the family got the dog when he was 8.5 years old and now he’s 21. So Patches is somewhere between 11 to 13 years old. Patches’ old family is selling their house and moving on, didn’t want to take him along with them, and so he’s come to live with us.

I call Patches a “rescue” because there is no evidence of prior veterinarian care and because his living conditions were so poor. His water bucket was full of algae in the summer and frozen over in the winter. His chain forced him to sleep in mud and his own wastes. He’s a mixed breed but he is definitely of hound dog blood. He looks similar to an American Foxhound. Hounds are pack animals: they must have company. How did this guy survive chained outside and ignored for most of his life? I don’t know but these days he goes to work with my husband and never leaves his side. He is very sweet and gentle and a pleasure to have around, especially now that he’s had a good bath!

Here’s the contribution from The Stitchery: his very first dog bed! It’s 41″ long and 36″ wide on the outside dimensions. Big.

It is completely made from stash fabrics and notions that I just couldn’t throw out during the big clean out at The Stitchery a few weeks ago. I’ll show you how it was made further on down this article.

And those funny looking rope things in the bed are his first toys in a very long, long time, if he has ever had any toys.

Bed before Dog

You can see more of Patches getting used to having a bed and other dog photos at the Flikr set Bed for Patches!

Now on to the making of the bed.

I have a 4 yard piece of 60″ wide pleather that I bought years ago in New York City’s garment district. The salesman almost gave it to me. It was “off gassing” and stunk badly. I discovered that it no longer stinks when I decided to use it for the bottom of the bed. I folded it in half, guessed at the proper length and cut.

I could have a bottom for the bed that would be wipe-able on the bottom and on the inside!

Pleather

I used the directions for the oval shape of the bed from this tutorial: Sew a Pet Bed by Debbie Colgrove

Since the rounded ends of the oval must be 29″ wide maximum I used a tape measure to mark out 14.5″ from the center point of a sheet of pattern paper folded in quarters and trued up the circle with the trusty Fairgate Vary Form Curved Ruler

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Using Debbie Colgrove’s instructions I cut the circle in half and laid the halves at each end of the pleather, filing in the middle with enough pattern paper to make the whole oval pattern.

oval pattern

Next I needed the covering for the bed and the stash that I just couldn’t give up provided me with 5 yards of an upholstery style denim, too rough for work shirts, but perfect for this project.

I then cut the pillow fabric larger by 3″ so it could be stuffed with some kind of filler

pillow pattern

and 2 strips of fabric 1.5 yards long and 20″ wide to cover the bolster that would form the sides of the bed. Folding the bolster cover in half I stitched it to the pleather base, leaving the ends open so I could thread the bolster into it.

That is once I figured out how I was going to build the bolster! Again, the stash came to the rescue: I once thought I would make coats and blankets from Malden Mills Polartek 200 fleece so I had plenty in the cupboard. I folded a length of red in quarters and tacked the folds in place. Then I took another length of light purple Polartek 200 folded in half and stretched it around the red inner core. I laced up the purple with upholstery thread

bolster

lots of bolster

and cut it the proper length for the bolster

sizing up the bolster

and pushed the fleece bolster through the side covers. Here I’m making sure that the cover won’t be too tight around the bolster.

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Next I sewed up the pillow using the 5 thread capacity of my serger. I hardly ever get to use this stitch on my garments so that was “fun”

5 thread stitch other side of 5 thread stitch

and slit the center bottom to insert a very long zipper purchased from Pendleton Woolen Mill in Washougal, Washington, years ago in a zipper grab bag (another lovely use of seemingly useless stash)

long zipper

I simply made a cut the length of the zipper, ironed the seam allowances back and top stitched in the zip

zipper-1

Next I stuffed the pillow with more lengths of fleece, not even bothering to cut them into strips and anything, just stuffed them in and called it a Dog Bed.

Patch gives the bed a try…

Patch Tries The Bed

and we can see it is too stuffed and rounded for him to be comfy and settle in so I unzipped the pillow and removed one of the lengths of fleece.

Sleeping now…

Sleeping

:)
Sewing Hugs All

Freedom Quilting Bee

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I receive email information each week from The Frist Center.

The Frist Center for the Visual Arts, located in the fabulous Broadway Post Office, 919 Broadway, Nashville, Tennessee, 37203, is hosting a Meet the Members of the Freedom Quilting Bee tomorrow. Never heard of them? Read below to learn the connection between sewing and the civil rights movement.

This beautiful art deco building was purchased by the City of Nashville and renovated in partnership with the Frist Foundation to become a stunning art center in downtown Nashville. The website, LouisvilleArtDeco.com, has gorgeous photos of the exterior and interior of the building. If you’re an art deco lover you’ll love to see these photos: Nashville-Frist

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Meet members of the Freedom Quilting Bee
Friday, July 24, 6:00-8:00 p.m.
Frist Center Lobby

Members of the Freedom Quilting Bee will be on hand to meet Nashvillians and share the history of their community, their connections to the craft of quilting, and their visions for the future at an informal social hour in the Grand Lobby.

The Freedom Quilting Bee is a nationally recognized quilting cooperative established in 1966 in Alberta, Alabama, as an outgrowth of the civil rights movement. When local people lost their incomes, and sometimes their homes, after registering to vote, women banded together to put their skills to use in order to earn family income and build community. Today, the Freedom Quilting Bee remains one of the oldest cooperatives in the country.

Appreciation to Ali Bellows of ASK Apparel for making it possible for the Freedom Quilting Bee to visit the Frist Center.

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Sometimes I wish I still lived in fabulous Nashville!

Here’s some links to more information about the Freedom Quilting Bee
Rural Development.org
Encyclopedia of Alabama article
FQB History
Gee’s Bend Quilters and FQB

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