Saturday, January 31, 2009

I Have To Show You This!!

What could this be? It looks cute, doesn't it?

It is the new light shade in my laundry room!

I stripped an old lamp shade (found at Value Village for 80 cents!) and wove a brown and cream checked ribbon around it. A vintage clothespin was slid between each wrap and it became the cutest light shade ever!!

Can't you hear the craft angels singing?

A Little Bird Told Me.

That he wanted to be a part of a tiny patchwork I had made a while ago. I gladly obliged him.

With his sharp beak and scary claws, what else could I do?

We have many miles to go, this bird and I. There are beads to be stitched on and bits to be added. It will take a long time before I can truly say that it is done.
That's okay though, I'm glad for the company.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

What Is It About A Fannie Farmer Cookbook?

I grew up in Fannie Farmer country, so that may have something to do with my fascination with her cookbooks. I cannot pass one up when I see them at yard sales, estate sales or even my mother-in-law's bookshelf.
Each one is filled with classic New England comfort food recipes. Sometimes, all it takes is reading them over to make me content.
In the back of this 1937 edition is an advertisement for two books written by one Della Lutes. I had never heard of her before and wondered why it was that her books were advertised in a book devoted to baking, braising and blanching.

Reading the descriptions yielded the answer:
The Country Kitchen

Chosen by the American booksellers as "the most original book of 1936." It is the story of a country family in the 1870's; of Father, autocratic, obstinate, kindly, generous, whose Achilles heel was his appetite; of Mother, who eased Father along because ructions weren't worth while, but who had her own way of bringing him to terms; of "Delly", a little girl with wide eyes and sharp ears, who took it all in and now, years afterwards, has put it into words. "Worth treasuring for the recipes alone."- New York Times Book Review.

Home Grown
This is the welcome companion volume to "The Country Kitchen." Here are more delightful stories of the same beloved characters, and more of the mouth-watering recipes with which Mother kept Father under control: apple dowdy, pigeon pie, Black Queen's Cake, and many others- thirty American dishes every housewife will appreciate.
Well, a more fitting partnership could not be found- two novels about cooking being advertised in a cookbook.

I was intrigued by these two titles. I wanted to be able to read them, hold them, make some of the recipes! But, how?
A quick look-see on the Internet found me at the Alibris website. I entered the title "The Country Kitchen" in the search bar and held my breath. Imagine my delight when a list popped up one the screen before me, of both titles. Perfect. I ordered both of them.

They are as delightful as the reviews say they are. But, you may want to judge for yourself.

From "The Country Kitchen":

"There was a certain "cream cake" of which my father was very fond, and which my mother often made for supper when company was coming. This called for four eggs (beaten separately), one cup of sugar, one cup of flour, one-fourth cup of butter (creamed with the sugar), one-third of a cup of milk, three teaspoonfuls of baking powder, and one teaspoon of lemon juice. This was baked in layer tins and put together with a cream made of one cup thick sour cream, one cup of sugar, one-half cup of hickory nutmeats rolled fine.. This was mixed, boiled and spread between layers. The cake was then frosted with white of eggs and sugar."

One must assume that housewives at that time knew exactly how long to bake this cake, and at what temperature. And have you ever shelled hickory nuts? I have. They are very hard nuts that yield very little meat. A half a cup of nutmeats probably took the better part of an afternoon to shell. Unless, of course, they knew a trick to make it go faster.

From "Home Grown":

Tildy's creative forte lay in the construction of pies. Not better than my mother's, whose rhubarb, apple, pumpkin, and mince beat a rhythmic homophony through the seasons, but equal to hers; and the making done, I have thought since, in a different mood. MY mother would sometimes breathe a sigh when she had to go in from a wistful contemplation of summer mists withdrawing flimsily over the meadow before the militant advance of the braggart sun. But she would go in, and she would peel the thin skin from a Yellow Harvest with a steady knife and weld the crisp, juicy portions into a luscious filling bedded below and coverleted above with such crust as the Elysian ovens might burst with envy to behold. And if her eyes wandered to the window, the meadow, the high-riding sun, and the fleeting mists, her fingers never stumbled in their cunning, nor did her spirit lose its poise."

What a treasure these two books have turned out to be. I find myself going back to them, reading bits here and there, and try to evoke that same atmosphere in my own kitchen, modern conveniences aside. My goal is to recreate some of the recipes, as long as I can figure out that temperature and time thing.

Who's hungry for pie?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Ouch and Not-So-Ouch.

One bullet-shaped, extremely large egg.

I can only imagine.

Now this was painless!

In less than an hour I had this tiny space all spic and span clean.
Even with my scouring the house for different
things that could live on the shelves.
That's much better than the craft room saga.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

It's Clean!

Definitely two-posts-in-one-day worthy, don't you agree?

Another Project (or why it takes me so long to clean.)

While I was cleaning behind a table in the craft room, I discovered a well-used self-healing cutting mat. I think I stuck it back there because I did not want to throw it out but didn't quite know what to do with it. Darn that trying to be thrifty. It causes me to be thwarted away from my original intent which was- to clean the craft room!
Thinking how much money was spent on the cutting mat, I thought, "What can I make with this?" Those are very dangerous words.
Grabbing my trusty can of spray adhesive and one of the cutest prints on my red fabric shelf, I went outside to begin the transformation. Within an hour, I had the cutest transformed cutting mat in theworld. Well, maybe not the world, but my neighborhood anyway!

Here's a peek:
Yo-yos on the pockets.

And here's another:
A little sparkle in the corner, because you have to have a little sparkle somewhere.

And this is what I turned that ugly, battered cutting mat into- a desk blotter! With pockets for important papers, like recipes and how-to-make-a-cute-desk-blotter instructions.

Don't you love it? I do. It makes me happy. Of course, I will be happier once that darn craft room is clean. I vow to not make anymore projects until it is completed!
You can't see that my fingers are crossed, can you?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Flora and the Gnarly Tree.

My sister, Gayle, made this absolutely adorable, life-like, tiny sculpture of Flora and it is for sale in her Etsy shop.
Yes, that Flora, the talented hen who can choose a name for a giveaway, impersonate Mrs. Olsen from Little House on the Prairie and eat a live toad and live to tell about it.
I think she captured her perfectly!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

So, I Was Cleaning The Craft Room And....

I spied something orange out of the corner of my eye. "What is that?" sprung from lips as my brain registered the fact that it was a pumpkin. A pumpkin? In the craft room? Yes, a pumpkin in the craft room. Oh, dear.

Ah, yes, not just a pumpkin, but two of them. Would you like to know when the last time I bought a pumpkin was? Yes? October of last year. The end of October, mind you, but October nonetheless. Before you say, "Oh, dear! What a piggy-wiggy!", allow me to explain. They were put there to get them out of the way of Thanksgiving dinner, along with quite a few other things-that-were-in-the-way on the dining room table. When masses of food is being heaped on the table, it is time for the table decorations to go, and go they did. To the craft room!

With the onset of the Christmas rush to get gifts made, these poor pumpkins were simply forgotten. I am so, so sorry.

Apparently my craft room is designed to be utilized as a root cellar of sorts, as these pumpkins were perfect. No bruises, soft spots or ooze. Thank goodness. The last time I had to clean up pumpkin mess was last October at my friend Frannie's house in Kentucky. Let's just say it was not the most pleasant of experiences and leave it at that.

Into the kitchen I went, pumpkins in hand, and sliced them open to reveal absolute orange loveliness. Out came the melon-baller to scoop out the stringy bits and the seeds and in just a few minutes the pumpkins were in the oven to roast up for pumpkin puree and a few pies.
Not wanting to keep these surprise treats for myself, I gifted the chickens with the insides.

Now, everyone is happy. Me, because I will be able to eat pumpkin pie at a time of year when I do not usually get to have it, the chickens, because they have a hefty dose of beta carotene for lovely eggs and I averted the Great Pumpkin Disaster of 2009 by cleaning out the craft room today. Good things all around here at the S house!
How's your Saturday?

Oh, a little PS- My foot is feeling much better today, thank you. Nothing like ice and hours of elevation (along with a few Motrin) to get one back to rights.

And yet another PS- If you click on the red gingham on the right, you will be taken to a list of all the places that I love to visit in Bloglandia. Really, it's about time I did that, don't you think?

Friday, January 23, 2009

I Am So Easily Entertained.

I began working on a little project for my kitchen today. One that involves covering buttons. I love covering buttons.
Cut, poke, hammer, hammer, pop out something cute! Who wouldn't love that?

These are the fabrics I have chosen for my project.
Cheery, cute flowery fabric (poppies?) with a classic red gingham. Oh, bliss!

Doesn't that little gingham rosette make you smile?

Here they are, ready to be attached to "The Project." When it is completed, I will be sure to share a photo or two. But, it might take a little longer than I expected as I have had a slight accident.
Carrying a bale of aspen shavings down to the hen house this afternoon, I managed to step on a very hard pine cone and , with little aplomb, fell like the proverbial ton of bricks. I twisted my right foot, which was obviously perturbed that the left foot had received all the attention last year and wanted some attention of its own. As I write this, my leg is up on a pillow and ice is numbing my foot.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Who, Me?

Do you remember the nickname that Fred Flintstone had for his little daughter, Pebbles? No? Well, allow me to refresh your memory. It was "Pebbly Poo." Isn't that just the cutest thing?
Yeah, I don't think so either.
Well, it turns out that Tiny Dan has been leaving me little presents behind my living room curtain, his own version of Pebbly Poo. Literally. Really? Grrrrr.

I know, how can I be mad at a face like this? He is giving me that look that says, "It wasn't me! It was my big brother!" Nice try, Tiny Dan, but your big brother, Baby Jude, would be leaving larger, um, presents. And he uses the litter box.

So now he just mocks me, sticking out his tongue and letting me know that he does not really care that I am upset at the surprise discovery.
Honestly, Merideth, do you think you could teach your children to have better manners?
I think it's time for them to get their own place.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Flora Says....

We have a winner!!

All the names have been printed out on a lovely shade of green paper and cut into strips.

Placed in a bowl, the strips were brought to Flora, who was in a rather cranky mood this morning. It might have something to do with the fact that I brought her a bowl of paper instead of a tasty treat! But, she held up to her end of the bargain and chose the giveaway winner!

Congratulations, ClaireSky26!! Flora chose you!
Just send me an e-mail with your favorite colors and your mailing information and a little bundle of quilty goodness will be headed your way!
Thank you, ladies (and the one lone male who happens to be my offspring and therefore ineligible to enter) for sharing your mental cobweb sweepers. I'll be referring back to them often.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Fifth of the Fifth.

Betty tagged me to share the fifth photo contained in the fifth folder in my photo album. Good thing I have five folders, or I would have been out of luck!
Well, the fifth of the fifth was this photo of one of the Beluga whales at the Georgia Aquarium. Phew! I'm glad it wasn't something embarrassing. I would have had to cheat!

Now that is a lovely sight for a Sunday.
If you would like to participate in the Fifth of the Fifth meme, please consider yourself tagged. I will leave it all up to you!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Cranberry-Apple Oatmeal

Well, thank you for all of your input on clearing your mental cobwebs. I have taken note of all of them and expect to have a clutter-free mind for a long, long time. Don't forget, you can still sign up for the giveaway here! Only until Sunday night. On Monday morning, Flora will choose a winner.
I have been doing my best to make the most with a little as far as meals go. This past Sunday I roasted a turkey and it has supplied us with four meals this week. We still have some left. I'm very grateful.
Lunch can be anything from soups to pasta. As I am only cooking for me during the week, it is easy to create a meal in small portions.
Breakfast proves to be a challenge, not so much for the ability to use few ingredients but to create a varied menu. I think I achieved both this morning.
Starting with just 1/2 cup of oatmeal, a few spices, some brown sugar, some cranberries and an apple, I made a breakfast for three people- me, my mom and dad. I share meals with them a lot lately. I'd also like to share the recipe with you, because if you can make a meal for three (or four) for pennies, well, that's a good thing.

Cranberry-Apple Oatmeal

1/2 cup oats- quick or old-fashioned
1 cup water, plus more for adding as the oatmeal cooks
2 T dark brown sugar
1 T butter
1/4 tsp grated nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
pinch of salt
1 apple, cored and cubed. You don't have to peel it, I don't. But if you want to, go ahead.
Scant 1/4 cup dried, sweetened cranberries
Now, don't think I'm odd, but I also add just a tidge of black pepper- a shake or two. Just because.
Add water, butter, brown sugar and oatmeal in a large skillet. Turn heat to medium and begin stirring together. As oatmeal thickens, add spices and salt and continue stirring, adding water, 1/4 cup at a time, as it becomes absorbed into oatmeal. It is quite similar to making risotto. Add apple chunks and cranberries and continue stirring and adding water (up to 1 cup or so) until the apples are soft but not mushy. This should take about ten - twelve minutes. Done! The result is a creamy, flavorful oatmeal with the snap of tart apple bits and cranberries.
That's it. Simple, huh? It is satisfying and delicious. If you would like to make this a breakfast for four, make a few scrambled eggs and bacon or some toast and jam to serve with it.
Who knew you could do so much with so little?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Cautionary Tales.

Quite a number of years ago I discovered a writer that struck a chord in this, then, young mother. His name? Hilaire Belloc.

Born in the year 1870 in La-Celle-Saint-Cloud, France, he moved to England as a young boy with his widowed mother, and remained there for the rest of his life. He died in 1953. He was also the father of five children who were left motherless after Hilaire's wife died of influenza in 1914.
A prolific writer, his legacy consists of travel literature, essays and poetry. But I think his most crowning achievement must be his Cautionary Tales for Children, perhaps the result of his having to raise five children alone.
Oh, the wit! The brazen, daring boldness to put on paper such profound truths- children who misbehave will suffer consequences. Period.
He spoke directly to that place in me that believes that consequence for ill behavior is not meted out with a hard-shelled candy coating. Instead, it is more rather like being unexpectedly hit in the head by a seagull.*
My children have a keen understanding of this little glitch in their mother. But they also know, that no matter what they do, I will always love them. I don't have to like what they have done, but it does not change how I feel. (Although there are times I wish I was that seagull. )
It is probably a family trait that I have inherited. My sister is possessed of the same gene. It is the one that caused the policeman to step back and let her have a go at my nephew, who had creeped out of the house, stolen her car and went on a joy ride with his friend. (Resulting in them running up over a curb and causing $6200 worth of damage.) After she had finished, the policeman could only say to my now terrified nephew, "I hope you listened to your mother. You have just committed the worst crime you could have done- stealing away your parent's trust. " Truer words were never spoken.
I don't want this to be a preachy post. Nope, it's just that a few things have happened lately that brought these poems back to the forefront of my brain. I am including my favorite Cautionary Tale here for you. I hope you like it.
by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)
MATILDA told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow.
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow,
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
'Matilda's House is Burning Down!'
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed;
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
The Second Mrs. Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To Punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out--
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To People passing in the Street--
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence) -- but all in vain!
For every time she shouted 'Fire!'
They only answered 'Little Liar!'
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.
*- Yes, a seagull hit my son in the head on Sunday. See? I told you.

Monday, January 12, 2009

It's Here! It's Here!

My 100th post!!

I felt a bit like this today. Every idea I had seemed to slip right out the back of my head. In one end, out the, um, well, not the other. It took a detour, a bit like Merideth and Tiny Dan here.
Does this not just make you smile? Now that is determination.
I finally did some house cleaning which seemed to sweep a few of the mental cobwebs away. Then an hour doing aerobics (with a little boxing thrown in for good measure) on the Wii. Nothing like exercise to really get the ideas flowing.
I learned something new this weekend. A quilting tip, of which I need all that I can get. This tip came from The Quilt Show. Some very clever person in the UK came up with a way to make a one-seam flying geese block. Oh, it is so, so easy and a treat to make.
Here's a little peek:

Cute, huh? I cannot show all of this to you because it is going to be mailed to someone special in England. But, I can tell you it is a table topper. Not really a runner, but just something sweet to place on the table and set a potted plant upon. Or a cat. Only if you let your cat sleep on your table, do not tell me.
Oh, did I mention something about a giveaway for my 100th post? Well, here it is!! The lucky winner will receive the following:

A Japanese craft book with patterns for some lovely things like place mats, book covers, and tote bags. A table topper in the one-seam flying geese pattern in the colors of your choice, and a few little extra tidbits, which will be a surprise for the winner.
All you have to do to enter is answer the following question:
"How do you clear the mental cobwebs away?"
I will await your answers with great anticipation.
Flora will draw the winning name on Monday, January 19. I think winning a giveaway would be a good way to start a week. Don't you?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hidden Inside.

Leaving secret messages in the quilts I made for my children proved to be a stroke of brilliance.
Like a treasure hunt just for them they pored over their quilts, gliding their eyes and their hands looking for where their message had been stitched.
You can actually see Ainslie's in this picture. Funny, but she did not look at the back.

In tiny, tightly-grouped letters, her message reads: "Snug as a bug in a rug, this quilt is full of hugs." Her roommate, Caitlyn, found it first.
Here is a view of the front. It is a pattern called Two by Fours and it was easy-peasy to make.

Only one more to finish and the Christmas quilts will be done. Well, the 2008 Christmas quilts, anyway. 2009 has just begun!

Did you notice that I only have one more post until I reach 100? Be on the lookout here for a speicial little giveaway in celebration of my 100th post. You will be so happy you did!
Oh, and please, pay no attention to the package of toilet tissue on the floor. Please? How did I miss that?

Friday, January 9, 2009


I went back to see the First Emperor exhibit at the High Museum yesterday with my friend, Cilla. It was my third time going and I want to try and get back there at least one more time. It is an amazing display of what a vivid imagination, a slightly enlarged ego and a desire to create can do.
The First Emperor, a young boy of 13, conscripted an army and set out to conquer China. He succeeded. Thinking himself the "Emperor of the Cosmos", he began preparing for the afterlife (that is where the ego comes in. He thought his rule would go on forever) .
One thousand men, mostly convicts, were enlisted to create an army from terracotta. An army that would preserve the land and the safety of the Emperor. No detail was left unnoticed. Larger than real life, these clay soldiers were then set in place, ready to do the job they were created to do. Horses and chariots, musicians and acrobats were made as well. He would need entertainment, after all.
The sheer enormity of the task that these men undertook is mind-boggling. These pieces were created over 2000 years ago. Their proportions are incredible and when you consider that each piece was built and fired in a kiln, then painted and set in place, it surpasses imagination. The "Why?" is supplanted by the "How?" and the result is awe at the talent these humble men possessed.
This photo is from the calendar I purchased. You cannot take photos in the exhibit, this was the next best thing. This is the statue of an archer. He would have held a crossbow in his hands at one time, waiting to do the job he was made to do- protect the Emperor.

Can you see the detail of his armor? I love that bold, graphic pattern. In the exhibit is a suit of armor made from limestone tiles and held together with patinated copper wire. It is stunningly beautiful in its simplicity. The colors are soft grays to greens and the shadows dance in and out from each tile. This is the inspiration for an art quilt that I am going to make.
The result will, hopefully, be a quilt that will relate the strength of the armor while softening it a bit and showing the beauty that it holds. It may take a few more trips back to the museum, but I really don't mind. That's where inspiration is found.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Ever Thought Food Storage Could Be Fun?

You have to go check out this cute new site for food storage ideas. I've kept a food storage for years, and I can tell you that if it had been this easy and fun when I first started, I'd have been one happy camper!
Pop on over and check it out. It will change how you think of food storage from now on!

Can You See This?

I know this is a terrible picture. Nathan took it with his cell phone at the Victoria and Albert exhibit at the High Museum of Art. They rather frown on taking pictures of certain things in the museum , so he had to be sneaky. Although, this was actually a photo of a photo in itself. But, I digress.

This is a sketch of a small symbol of some sort by Leonardo da Vinci. Yes, that Leonardo. In the exhibit is a small leather-bound notebook filled with sketches and writings by him. His handwriting. It is fragile and beautiful. I wanted to take the book out from its case and gently turn the pages and breathe in the thoughts that were printed there. But, I could not.
The museum, rather nicely, copied some of the pages and displayed them along three walls in the room. This little square was amongst them.
So, why is it here on my blog? Well, I have been busy drafting a pattern based on this little drawing. A pattern for what, Karin? A quilt. A small quilt with this design that will be called Leonardo's Square Dance. Picture it in vivid colors and a bit more, um, lively.
Oh, and you know there will be something coming that was inspired by the Terracotta Army exhibit.
Have I intrigued you yet?

Monday, January 5, 2009

Noodle Dance.

Really, I am so easy to please. Sometimes it is the simplest things that make me deliriously happy. Like this:

Today's lunch. Mmmm. Doesn't that look delicious? Trust me, it was. Simple, good, warming and filling, it had all the qualities to make for a repeat performance at some future date. Maybe even tomorrow. I'm calling this dish Noodle Dance, just because. If you would like to make your own steaming bowl for your lunch, the recipe is below. You won't be sorry.
Noodle Dance (for two, or one piggy-wiggy):
1/2 pound thin spaghetti
1 T butter
1 small clove garlic, minced
1 tsp dried parsley flakes
salt and pepper to taste
tiny pinch of crushed red pepper flakes, or more if you are brave
6 small tomatoes (I used Campari tomatoes which are about the size of a golf ball)
Prepare pasta as directed. In a small skillet, melt butter and saute garlic over medium heat. Be careful not to burn the garlic. Oh, ick. Add parsley flakes, crushed red pepper and salt and pepper. Cut tomatoes into quarters and add to butter mixture. Heat thoroughly until tomatoes rend their juice and turn a bit soft. Serve over hot, drained pasta.
This is oh, so good with a slice of Italian or French bread and a small side salad. Or, just on its own.
Happy Noodle Dancing!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Here, Chick, Chick, Chick.

Behold, a small table topper quilt that will be popped in the post to New Jersey sometime this week. I started this on Friday and finished it up this afternoon after I came home from church.

It is a "better-late-than-never" quilt, for a friend who has been waiting patiently. Very patiently.
Done up in my favorite colors (I mean really, how can you resist such cheerfulness?) it has tiny vintage pearls stitched in the plate for the chickens to feed upon and carnelian colored seam binding gathered up for the combs. I love the combs. I think they are my favorite part.
It is small, only eighteen inches square, but packs quite a happiness-inducing wallop.
Dearest Bramble, I do hope that you will like it and that it will grace your table for many years to come. I just hope it doesn't remind you of how much of a slacker I am. ;)

Friday, January 2, 2009

The Boy Behind the Quilt.

Nathan has gone back to California. He flew away this morning, leaving an empty room, a bit of a mess to clean up and a small hole in my heart.
I don't know why my children balk at having their pictures taken, but it is like engaging an act of Congress to get them to say "Cheese!" Hence the "Kilroy was here!" pose.

Anyway, this is Nathan's Christmas quilt. The pattern is Jacks be Quick and it really was a snap to put together.
It's a rather mellow quilt, perfect for a young man in the Army. Hidden in the quilt somewhere are the words "Hugs are in here.", because the Army rather frowns on hugs. Too bad. Maybe if more people hugged we wouldn't have so many problems in this world. Just my humble opinion.

Here is the back. I had quite a few scraps left over and I could not bear the thought of disposing of them. Or keeping them in a box until I came up with another project. So, I pieced them together and decorated the back of the quilt with the resulting block. Like a little surprise for those who have to view the back of it hanging on the line. Oh, wait. He doesn't hang out his laundry.
The quilt is on its way to California with Nathan and whenever he needs a hug, all he will have to do is wrap himself up in it. So there, US Army!
Moms really do need to be in charge of this world. Don't you agree?