OSTRICH, n. A large bird to which (for its sins, doubtless) nature has denied that hinder toe… The absence of a good working pair of wings is no defect, for, as has been ingeniously pointed out, the ostrich does not fly. — Ambrose Bierce
Occasionally, when meeting the world head-on sounded like a drag, I’ve been known to do a fair Struthio camelus imitation. I’ve had my head in the sand a lot lately, but I’m still kicking, nonetheless, and no, I don’t have a nest of eggs that needs checking on. I’m aware that the ostrich effect is a myth except when describing behavioral finance… but I still like the metaphor.
Lots of books, music, and movies have gone under my wheels since I last posted. My binges have included, but not limited to, all 10 books in the Bernard Samson series by Len Deighton, and Neil Young and Crazy Horse have been my constant quilting companions, with side trips accompanied by the likes of Steve Winwood, Cream, and Joe Cocker. Movies: too numerous to list here, but here’s a hint – puredee escapism.
The weather here in Tornado Alley has finally driven me back to the computer; we’ve had a couple of “holy cow that was kind of close!” tornadoes blow through – friends and neighbors sustained damage, but our little piece of paradise is, so far, intact. And the rain… we went from exceptional drought and near-dead lakes to ground that’s reached its saturation point and flooding in the last 3-4 weeks. Highways to anywhere have been closed and a nearby town is dealing with evacuation procedures. We’re in moderate drought now, but I have it from a reliable source that as soon as the new statistics are tabulated we should be listed as merely abnormally dry… huzzah!
The most recent quilting check mark – which, incidentally, rhymes with aardvark, airpark, autarch, ballpark, blue shark, bookmark, chop mark, debark, demark and D-mark – that I’ve seen lately, is my scrappy red and black version of Barbara Brackman’s Threads of Memory project. The finished top measures 72″x87″ or app. 182×220 cms.
On another quilting note: I finished quilting and binding my Bonnie Hunter Easy Street quilt from 2012 (seriously, 2012). I was somewhat eager to show it off here, but disaster managed to strike first. The pre-washed mauve fabric that I’d used as backing fabric bled…. and bled and bled and bled. I’ve used every commercial product I could think of, and it’s still bleeding. All of my nice white background fabrics are an ugly pinkish-mauve, ditto the greens and the aquas that I used. But there is a silver lining – the purples are still purple. My last ditch alternative is going to be using an ammonia solution – cross your fingers please – otherwise it’ll be designated as dog bedding.
Speaking of dogs: we lost Boomer this spring, one of a pair of big yellow dogs that lived with us, but we’ve since acquired a pair of litter mates as company for Boomer’s brother Jack, who badly missed having a wing-man.
Have been puzzling over so-called designer dogs since our new puppies are a Labrador/Rottweiler mix, and what to call them. Labrador/Rottweiler is a mouthful, so I’ve been reading about hybrid dogs with names like Yorkipoo, Alusky, and Labradoodle to name just a few of the recognized crossbreeds.
Where do Tank and his sister Tilly land? Officially, they’re Labrotties, but I think instead that I’ll follow the Labradoodle logic and call them Labradotties if asked. The name rolls off the tongue easier and sounds like a lot more fun. Besides, Labrottie, when said aloud, makes me think of some old and dignified Italian breed. Too much responsibility to put on a pair of rough and tumble puppies.