Saturday, February 23, 2013

A 2.5 Year Project

I started my college t-shirt quilt two years after graduating.  Not too bad, all things considered.  


Now I am not one to start a project and leave it hangin' half way through.  But this one sat for another two and a half years completely untouched and folded neatly in my linen closet awaiting it's day of resurrection.  

Let's put things in perspective, shall we?  When I began this quilt we lived in a different house in a different town across the state.  Wyatt had just started crawling



Gah, he was fat and happy.


Somehow in the past week the quilt weaseled it's way onto my to-do list.  Perhaps because my linen closet is also my wrapping station/craft storage/game center and the whole thing is the size of a water heater closet.  

TA-flippin-DA.



Ol' Mister Outlaw made it into the quilt, because he's how I met the hubs, y'all! 
'Scuse me for sewing over your head, sir. 


I did pretty much every step without measuring and exactly not how you're supposed to do it.  But it's done and it will keep movie-watchers warm for years to come!



Monday, February 4, 2013

My Husband

Did you know that my husband has been side-lining as an oilfield photographer?  Neither did I.  He has been snagging my our camera on his way out the door to the field and comes back with these incredible  pictures of the everyday workings of an oil rig.  








I shouldn't be surprised.  He's a very talented guy.  I don't think I'm disclosing confidential information to say that the rigs he attends to are on a prison farm. Isn't that scary/exciting/very 1930's?