Wednesday, October 28, 2009


I came across this song while watching Vampire Diaries (please don't throw such things as pickles at me, I can't help it! =P). Anyways, I was immediately taken with it. Now I can't get it out of my head. I just love the duet!

Here. Have a listen...

Jason Walker & Molly Reed - Down

I don’t know where I’m at
I’m standing at the back
And I’m tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m going to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.

Not ready to let go
Cause then I’d never know
That I could be missing
I’m missing way too much
So when do I give up what I’ve been wishing for

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m going to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
Oh I’m going down, down, down
Can’t find another way around
And I don’t want to hear the sound, of losing of what I never found.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m going to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m going to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Oh it’s coming down, down, down.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I have inherited that nick name (Red) and it goes back as far as I can remember. I used to hate it. Now, I still don't really care for it, mainly because it's not original. I mean, I don't go around calling people that have black hair Black, or those with brown hair, Brown. There are much better things that you can call me :)

Anyway, I ran across this poem and saved it a while back as I didn't really have anything to go with it at the time. Now I do!

What Is Red?
~Author Unknown~

Red is a sunset
Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.

Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?

Just a little sneak peek on what I'm working on. I'm really starting to like red work!!
Red Quilt 10/21/09

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Stitching Up Loose Ends

As any other quilter I've ever met, I have a few UFO's laying around. No, not little alien saucer like space vehicles, but something similar. Un-Finished Objects. :)

Anything I begin as a gift, is a sure fire quilt to be completed. However, when I work on something I like for me, sometimes those get put aside for one reason or another. So I've decided to go through some of those and tie up the loose ends, or stitch them up, rather.

I took a class a year or so ago on a square in a square quilt. One of the women who worked in that shoppe had developed a ruler to make creating this type of block much easier. When it was finished, it was intended to be a wall quilt but I never got past piecing the blocks and sewing them in rows. Last weekend I dug it out and made new plans for it, then when shopping for more fabric.

Bugs favourite colour is blue so this was pretty much a no brainer and he absloutely loves it!! :)

I think he approves :)

Kallie checking it out to make sure it's ok to give to!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Piece By Piece

"If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again." ~~ Flavia Weedn

Quilting is something I have enjoyed for many years. I remember the first quilt I ever made. I was 10. I asked my grandma to take me to Wal-Mart and I bought a yard of fabric for the top, a yard of fabric for the back, batting, and yarn and thread to match. When I got home, with no direction, I sewed it together by hand, turned it right side out and put yarn ties all over it to keep the layers from separating. When I was done I showed my grandma and said that I wanted to give it to my cousin who was just born. She was so amazed that she took me back to Wal-Mart to buy more fabric so I could make her one too. I remember that she took a nap every day with that quilt I made her for nearly 20 years. I don't know what happened to it after she passed. I wish I knew so I could get it back.

That's how it all began. Actually I think that is what started me with crafts in general. It wasn't long after that my other grandma taught me how to knit and crochet. I've carried that with me as well. Now, if I only had more time in the days to be able to do these things.

I do squeeze in time when I can, especially for quilting, because I really love it. It's relaxing and usually I'm making them as a gift. On July 28th my nephew was born and just like I made one for his sister, I was planning to make one for him. I just had to know he was a "he" first and I didn't know that until he was born. I went shopping for the fabric just as soon as I could and I knew that I wanted something that didn't scream "baby" because I wanted him to be able to grow with it and enjoy it for more than just a year or so.

Here is what I came up with. I hope mum and dad like it, and of course Callaghan, when he gets old enough :)


Here is the quilt I made for his sister, Madison, in November 2007 :)


Thursday, October 8, 2009

Scattered Keys

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems. ~Anne Rice

Memories are funny things. There are some that you hold on to with every breath of your life and there are some, that no matter how hard you try and forget, they continue to sneak up on you. There are memories that are not necessarily forgotten, but get lost along the way, and with a gentle reminder they are brought to the front of the line.

Each memory has a different lock, so each one requires a special key. A song. A dream. A movie. A book. A familiar face. A picture. A quote. A smell. A touch. A name. A sign. A story. A poem. A joke. A letter. A smile. I could go on forever...

Today's key was a simple note. Six simple words written. Six words that resembled my mothers handwriting so closely, that my heart stopped. My heart ached and I couldn't stop the tears from welling up. Just like that I was flooded with memories. For that, I am thankful. I am thankful for those unexpected brief moments that bring me closer to what I've lost.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Mullet With Headlights

I get bored sometimes and this leads to random clicking around on the net. One thing leads to another and I usually end up in BFE* but sometimes I happen on something worth sharing. Here is a part of one of my ventures.

I came across this...

(credit to original poster of chart)

So then I got the urge to see the original video and I wasn't sure if I should be scared or not. It's kind of a creepy video, but the song is good. I remember doing a skit to it in High School. Maybe that's why I like it. Hmm.

Then of course while doing a search for that, I saw a previous search for the 'literal' version and checked that out too. I remembered seeing this before and I think I even have it as a favourite. I can't help but laugh, as well as appreciate the work that went into this version. Perhaps its not right to pick on a video, but it's all in good fun with no harm meant.

Hope you enjoyed or at least smiled a bit :)

*BFE - Bum Fuck, Egypt