Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.
-Nikos Kazantzakis

I’m home from “Crow Retreat”. I don’t even know where to begin in the description of what went on. I have never laughed so much, we talked non stopped and half the time we were laughing so hard I personally got a headache…I think I was in danger of a brain aneurysm. The quilts as usual were awesome.

It seems my friend Sandy has a recollection of me making a promise to make my youngest daughter this quilt for her Freshman dorm room (she is a Senior in college now). I do not have memory of this. Then I managed to tell the story of how my oldest daughter was asked at Thanksgiving how many quilts she owned and she said 9. Mary Beth was asked the same question…her answer was 2. Thus began the verbal abuse I endured from my dear friends and fellow retreaters for 4 days. Coincidentally I had brought the polka dot fabrics we had traded in our group a couple of years ago. I was PLANNING make some kids quilts for our guilds annual event. WELL THAT WENT WELL. I will HAVE TO use the fabric to make the dang polka dot quilt.My only other choice is to pay for the therapy my daughter will certainly need throughout her life as a result of my lack of quilt love she probably thinks I have heaped on her. I’m tellin you these women GRILLED ME TO DEATH over this matter. Good thing I’m a happy, well adjusted, secure individual because only your best sistah friends can shame you to death and not permanently damage your self esteem. ABUSE THE GREAT MOTIVATOR.

I managed to get a couple of those kids quilts completed and two disappearing nine patch quilts which I managed to make all the blocks so they are ready for me to get them on the design wall. This will be happening sometime in 2015. I also completed the pieced blocks for another quilt that has been in my UFO file. I have some applique’ work to do which I will do at night while I’m watching TV with Sir Quilt Dude. Also a project due for completion in 2015. So I was fairly productive while I was laughing and being abused by my friends. Eating was involved as well.

Enjoy the eye candy! With blog fodder comments.

This quilt was made by Marti. That is not Marty in the photo. Marty is behind the quilt. I was temporarily confused and gave Leslie credit for the quilt. I will be sucking up to Marti for the next few years for my mistake.

This stunner was made by Suzanne. It is from Coverlett fabric. The photo simply does not do it justice. I dreamed about this quilt last night.

This is a PINCUSHION people. It is a plate of French Toast made by the ever so creative Leisa. There is an inside crow joke about French Toast…if I told you I would have to kill you so just marvel at the pincushion. okay?

More Leisa…Spooky stitchery. good good great!

Here is a little group of pinchusions. Leslie made the beautiful tea cup pincushion..so pretty. Jean can’t sew too much because she had shoulder replacement surgery and is in recovery so she took a jelly roll and put pins in it…smart huh? That monkey made by Sandy got stolen from its owner Cathy about a zillion times. We hid him from her every time she left the room. (it is not safe to turn your back on these friends I’m telling you!

Debbie’s red and cheddar quilt. WOWIEE Can’t wait to see what she does with da borders.

I won this watermellon made by my sweetipie buddy Ann. I love it!!! She really did a great job.

Another cluster of pinchusions. Debbie made the owl and Julie won it. I made the covered box and Marty won it!

This fabo quilt was made by the new mommy of the monkey pincushion Cathy.

Sandy’s red and cheddar quilt. Can’t you just see this sitting on a table in the fall heaped with PUMPKINS AND GOURDS. So bright and wonderful.

Julie made this cutie and Debbie won it! I love apples.

Ok here it is…I promise you I keep these curved tweezers by my sewing machine…They are Cheeto pickers. Guaranteed not to get your fingers yucky. The are long too so you can get to the bottom of the bag. The secret is out.

Just got a text message from Debbie wishing me a “Dotty Day”…the abuse goes on. teehee.