Just Sew It

I thought this was funny and so true!! I found it on a message board that I love to visit:

This is for all you girls 40 years and over…. and for those who are turning 40, and for those who are scared of moving into their 50′s…AND 60′s..and for guys who are scared of girls over 40!!!!

Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.

A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated. A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over 40 couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t
betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. They always know.

A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you area jerk, if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.

Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”, here’s an update for you. Now 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

In the past year, I have been wanting to learn a little history about my grandparents’ arrival to Canada. During a trip to the east coast, my parents had the opportunity to visit Pier 21. Pier 21 was the gateway to Canada for many many newcomers in the early part of the century. My grandparents from both sides arrived there. They all came by boat between the ages of 19 and 24. We have found information on what boat they took, etc. but that’s about it. I’d like to get a little more information but it is difficult. I wish my Baba kept a diary.

I have also discovered that my great-grandma (my baba’s mother) came to New York before she was married and had children. She arrived in Ellis Island and worked in New York rolling cigars (I think). I am now looking for her records and I wish I could get a photo of her. I don’t think that will happen. But I would like to learn just a little about her. She was very brave to do that at that time.

I did try to ask my Baba some questions before she passed but her english has always been poor and she was even more difficult to understand in the last couple of years of her life.

This is why I like to scrapbook. To keep records of the family. I’m not huge on the scrapbooking scene anymore but I will probably do a little to keep up the history behind our family. I think I’d like to create a historic scrapbook.

Quilting has brought up these feelings too. I love to create something I can give so people can cherish or pass on their quilt to someone if they prefer. I plan on creating labels of each quilt I make so if in 50 years if it’s still around they will know the history.

is the name of my quilt that I will be making for a Christmas gift for my parents. I renamed this quilt as I am not appliqueing the sheep on it and will be using colourful blues instead. I didn’t feel “Flock of Dreams” was appropriate for this quilt.

This is the nine patch that I have proudly made:

I have been neglecting my blog and reading of my favorite blogs also. I, like many of you, have been busy. Last weekend was Rememberance Day on Saturday and in lieu of this statutory holiday I gave myself Monday off. I had the opportunity to volunteer for Cassandra’s clay mask making. She is currently studying Peru and to kick off this subject they are making a clay mask. I love to help out in the classroom and will do so any chance I get. This is Cassandra’s work of art:

On Wednesday, I took my finishing class for my sampler quilt. We all took turns pinning the three layers together. After pinning six quilts together, how can anyone forget how to do it. Sorry no pics. Next Wednesday, we learn how to machine quilt a sample and how to apply the binding.

I finally got my computer back. After almost two months, my dh got a call to pick it up. Apple and the dealer both dropped the ball with ordering of the logic board which was to be replaced. My god. So, I’m happy that I don’t have to bother my husband to use the computer.

I finished cutting my quilt that I am working on next. I have been fitting in my sewing in my busy day for at least 30 minutes a day. I’m like a drug addict with my passion. I crave it. I think about it. I love reading about it. I’m addicted and have to do a little of it everyday. With my plan to fit it in everyday, I have been happier that I am getting my fix for the day. No withdrawals. No waiting for the weekend. Aaaaahhh.

After getting my haircut this morning, I stopped off at the big ass mall to see what I could get for Christmas clothes for the kidlets. I hate hate going to the mall on the weekend. It is way way too busy. It doesn’t help that the Canadian Rodeo Finals are in town. As I was walking through the mall, I came across this sheep. Some kids were petting her and I, being the only adult, joined in. She was soooo cute! They had a pull up on her. Dummy me thought she was a goat. Now that I look at the photo I can clearly see she is a sheep. Duh! My father-in-law would surely tease me about that one. My dh grew up on a farm full of hundreds of goats. He does one awesome goat call. Too funny.

I woke up this morning deciding to change my sewing space. I need more room to accommodate quilts. I also did not like where my ironing board was sitting. I actually hated getting up to go to the ironing board. Besides, I get enough exercise dealing with kids all day. So while my cat Rocky watched nervously, I moved everything around and this is the result:

I put the table in front because I want my sewing machine facing towards my t.v. I enjoy watching or should I say listening to the t.v. while I sew.

This is a shot of the otherside of the room. The playroom.

Poor Rocky, whenever something is moved around he gets so stressed that he yowls. Poor old man.

During my dd’s dance lesson I registered for the finishing class on my sampler quilt. She said that we will never forget how to baste/pin a quilt together since we’d be helping each other. I thought I’d better take it. Besides, I enjoyed this class. This group of ladies were all very nice.

Tomorrow, I have to work on the sashing and border of my sampler. If I have time, I’d like to get some cutting done on my next quilt. Hope so.

I also bought the “stitch in the ditch” foot. I did some stitching in the ditch on my apron and found that my standard foot and applique foot did not work so well.

My mom seems to be interested in my quiltmaking. Interested meaning she wants one. I told her that everyone will get one. She’s getting one for Christmas. I also loves the colours I choose on my sampler quilt. So I think she will like the fabrics I chose for her quilt.