Mmm... Lemons

Aren't they beautiful? My brave little soldiers, awaiting their fate as a jar of Limoncello. Lemon peels, 100 proof vodka, and time equal Italian sunshine in a bottle. Has to be 100 proof, apparently, so my Sweet Baboo is off to the local liquor store for a bottle of moonshine to indulge his sweetie. I can't wait! but I guess I'm going to have to, since you let it steep for 40 days, then add MORE vodka and some sugar and let it sit for another 40 days. Then, the websites say, you can drink it as a liqueur, pour it on ice cream, fresh fruit, pork chops... Ok, I made that last one up, but I bet it'd be good. 

Pepper is thrilled, you can tell. I know it seems like all she does is sleep, but it's either pictures of her sleeping, or close-ups of her nose, as she investigates the camera.

And I thought I would share this sign with you. This was posted on a pole in Felton California, and as I drove past it, oh Lord, the questions that flooded my mind. 

Like how do you find a pony? Did it wander up onto your porch? Was it in the wheel well of your car? If your neighbors have a pony, wouldn't you know about it? Wouldn't you just call them and say "Yo, your pony is on my porch!" How far can a pony wander? And what about the people who LOST the pony?  Did they drive past this sign and think "Thank God! Someone found my pony and thought to put up a sign!" And what would that phone call be like? "Hi, I think you have my pony." "Can you describe it?" "Uh, it's a pony. That's not yours. Brown." "No, this isn't your pony." Then they'd have a big show-down, and they'd do the thing where each of them would call the pony to see who he came to. Ponymania. I guess the moral is... do you know where your pony is? 

And Another Thing...

But wait! There's more pictures that you need to see! Doesn't she sit like a lady? I'm so proud. But I actually AM proud of how much fur she has, after all the medical issues she's had. She's a fluffy girl. Oh, Fluffy Butt! How could I forget her nickname "Fluffy Butt"! I call her that a lot.She's a good car dog. She never gets sick, and she's always up for a ride! 

Beautiful Girl. I love her so. 

Ciao,

Janice

Velcro and Velvet(Dog)

Here's the thing. I don't like velcro. I mean, I don't HATE it, it's not like I was frightened by a roll of velcro as a child. It's more of a I-think-it-looks-cheap sort of thing. But hey, it's velcro, right? And nothing does as good a job of being velcro as velcro. It's thin. It's easy. It doesn't have to line up perfectly in order to work. It is what it is. So I can see that I'm going to have to get over my velcro bigotry and eventually embrace the fuzzy little guy. Like this, for example...

It's cute, right? It's got a closure! Cause we all

 need a little closure. (I hope my shrink isn't reading this) But when I was sewing it up, all smug and sassy and self-congratulating on my closure, I forgot to put a snap on it. Or a piece of (shudder) velcro. Or an ANYTHING. SO it's very cute, but instead of a closure it has more of a... flap. A cute flap, sure, but a useless flap all the same. So what did I do on my next one? I was all smug and sassy and

 EXPERIENCED now, so I sewed a little design on the flap before turning it and sewing it on... and I forgot the velcro again. Ah well... Clearly I have some more work to do. In therapy. In my velcro-rehab. Sigh.

And here's a new design of baby bib. I love rick rack. As much as I DON'T love velcro, I love rick rack that much and more. 

So how cute is this with the rick rack around the edge? Pretty darn cute.

But don't you really want to see pictures of Pepper? She's the cutest little pup in the world! 

Here she is on her "cooling mat" (www.chillow.com) with her cute (if I do say so, and I do) lime green and floral cover. One leg out, like usual. 

And here she is putting up with me wrapping her up in a blanket. She's such a good sport! (That is my favorite quilt out of everything I've ever made, by the way. I'll show you that next time.)

She has a lot of nicknames. Pepper. Pepperoni. Pepperoni Pizza with Extra Cheese (Her pedigree name) Pep. Puppy. Petunia. Fleabag (from her father) Poodle. PoodleHead. PoodleButt. Baby Girl. Muffin Head. Tumor Head. Petunia Pie. PunkinButt. Princess P. Princess Petunia and the Deep Blue Sea. Beautiful. Precious. Magnificent Seven. 

Ok, I made that last one up. But she is magnificent, isn't she? 

And she'll be 10 years old on October 15th. Still just a pup. 

Quilts and Flamingos and More and More...

Ok, so I went with the happy little flamingos. To match my flamingo tattoo. My sweet baboo says that if we were to move to Florida, he would get a tatoo of a clam, and we would call ourselves "Flammy and Clammy". How sweet is that? So here is the flamingo quilt to date...

Not a great picture, but you get the idea.  I'm going to piece all the festive scraps and add a border all around, then see where it wants to go from there. I think it's going to be cute. 

And here's some other pictures; I'm making a crazy quilt, and here are some of the seams. You gotta have a lot of embellishments, doncha know. Cover them seams up.
And every crazy quilt needs a spider. You know, for good luck.

AND ANOTHER THING! It's been a productive weelend! I ALSO made some baby bibs with matching burp cloths, AND a new notebook cover, WITH A CLOSURE! Well, sort of. I have a problem with velcro, snaps and the like. But I'm sure it'll eventually have some sort of... let's be honest. It'll be velcro. But velcro is good! Who doesn't like velcro? Call it a prototype. I'll have to show you pictures later, since the blog-o-matic seems to be on the fritz.  If that's the case I also made a time machine and rescued a baby wombat, and made a seven layer cake with seven minute frosting. What? Prove that I didn't. 

But I DO wish I could show you how beautiful Princess Pep looks with her new haircut. Trust me, you would weep from her beauty. Just weep.

Ciao for now! 

Janice