Happy Zombie

Doug Benson was one thing, but Julie Andrews?  Oh yeah, I’ll be making big rocks into small rocks in no time at all.

Pam and I were all giggly-goo goofy over the new Moda Bakeshop ad that WE ARE IN.  We were dying over it.  Pam said she wanted to be singing like Julie Andrews on a rooftop about the ad (and Pamjooolie was born).  Yeah, we love Moda THAT much.

If this photo suddenly disappears - please visit me at my new condo.  Just ask Lil Kim where the sewing day-room is, and you’ll find me there. And if it’s not too much trouble… please bring me a cake, a file and an Ethernet cable.

(Please know that my attempt was not to mock incarceration and all the heartache associated with it - it’s my [hopefully] humorous attempt to point out what I did I know is wrong.)

And I hope I haven’t hurt Al Roker’s feelings. I just couldn’t resist. Thanks to the long flight layover Pam and Elizabeth had in Dallas on the way to market… E sent me a funny pic she p-chopped on her iPhone. Naturally I had to have THAT APP! So Al Roker… because you were handy… you became my first victim. Nothing personal, I really think you’re swell - and an entertaining and nice guy. And like you’re really even reading my blog.

My shelf-o-joy… some new changes:
- Our Lady of Rokelupe
- Al’s Big Boy
- Hello Al sewing machine

Miss Kitty… you may be next!

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I need PKMdotMSNBC or EssEffBunnyHillChronicle to do a newsflash for this update…

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More fun… and no celeb feelings to hurt either. My sweetest of sweetie-pie friend Raesha had this post on her blog, and I thought it looked like fun. If you’re still reading this far into my post - consider yourself tagged. And that goes for you too, Al.

“Let’s Play”
Let’s Play rules: IT’S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS! COPY, ERASE MY ANSWERS, ENTER YOURS, POST IT ON YOUR BLOG, FACEBOOK, ETC. USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR LAST NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS. THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES, AND THINGS. NOTHING MADE UP! TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS IF THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU HAD THE SAME 1ST INITIAL.

Have Fun!!

1. What is your last name? SOLORIO
2. A 4 Letter Word? SHOPPING
3. A Boy’s Name? SAWYER (shoutout to Anna and Sarah)
4. A Girl’s name?  SARAH
5. An Occupation?  SEAMSTRESS
6. A Color?  SWELLOW (sweet butter yellow)
7. Something you wear?  SHIRT
8. A Beverage?  S’COFFEE
9. A Food?  SPAM-MUSUBI (delish)
10. Something found in the bathroom?  SHAMPOO (I behaved)
11. A place?  SANTA MONICA
12. A Reason for being late?   SLEPT TOO LONG.
13. Things you shout?   THIS IS WAY TOO EASY.   MY MOST USED “S” WORD.  YEAH, THAT ONE.

Tag.  You’re it.

Every day of the week, a happy home I shall keep. Or at least try.

Even on those un-creative utilitarian sewing days that I’ve put off for 3+ months - it feels great to check-mark chore #79 as done.
Finally.
Boring.
Blah.
Zzzzzzzz.
Done.
HalleHappyLujah!

Fantasy sewing.

Reality sewing.   Snooze.

My mind wanders when I sew.   With Mike Rowe’s voice in my head,  I’m on a boat in the middle of the sea.   A luxurious quilting boat.  Lots of friends. Lots of laughing. Lots of eating, snacking and sewing. A seafaring quilt retreat given as a Mother’s Day gift.  Our captain (Sig, of course) calls in an emergency SOS for us.  Save-Our-Sewing.  Cut to USCG helo lowering a basket on board with emergency supplies.  Bolts and bolts and bolts of fabric crammed into the basket…  and James Sawyer/LeFluer is in the basket too… and… and… and… I really need to get to the Post Office, Fred Meyer and Costco.  Oh reality, you pop into my head at the worst times!

Tara Frey has a beautiful new book about blogging called Blogging for Bliss (to hit the bookshelves on August 4th). But holy crap - the exciting part for me is… is I’M IN THIS BOOK! And so is sistahfriend and cosmic wonder twin Pam!

Smells like mischief to me… every bookstore I step foot into… when I spot Tara’s books on the shelf… I know JUST what I’m going to do.  I won’t be shy. Oh no I won’t.

Wanting an outdoor shot for my latest Moda Bake Shop project, my plan was to finish my quilt and then snap a shot later for a banner. And then it happened. The sun came out to play. Occasionally it stops raining in Oregon.  And when it does… I have to grab my stuff, my camera… and shoot fast.  No time for quilting and binding, dangit… the sun is out.
The SUN is OUT.
太陽は外である!
Il sole è fuori!!!!!
¡El sol está afuera!
Le soleil est dehors!
THE. SUN. IS. OUT!!!
Die Sonne ist draußen!
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I love writing in swoosh formation.

On my back porch… my dogs/cats are mystified at what I’m up to as they watch from behind the sliding glass door. They are jealous they never get to play with my cloth apples. They watched as I made them last winter - certain I was making toys for them.

Of course it would be wrong, wrong, wrong to post these pics on MBS since the apples are made from my scarps and not Moda pre-cuts. But I don’t want my sunshine and super sat-n-happy colors to go to waste, either.   So I will plant them here on my blog.  If you check out my 9-patchtastic project at MBS… you never saw these apples, k.

This easy 9-patch method makes for a perfect retreat or group project. Less thinkie - more talkie, more snackie, more laughie. Any size square of fabric can be used, as long as you trim up your square so that it can be divided equally into thirds. Example:
17¼” square ÷ 3 = 5¾” (finished 9-patch = 15¾”)
9″ square ÷ 3 = 3″ (finished 9-patch = 7½”)
7½” square ÷ 3 = 2½” (finished 9-patch = 6″)

And then it went back to rain.
And they lived happily ever after.
Wet.
But happy.

Edited in 4/4/09: Thanks for the nice comments and emails about the apples. I wish I had a pattern for those asking for one, but I have none (yet!). I just whipped the apples up with no thought or notes. Kinda like when I bake - I have no idea how much flour, butter and sugar I used either. Gulp.

One of Mr. Zombie’s weekly trips to the doctor’s is in OHSU’s South Waterfront building. A beautiful building not just in aesthetics… but because it’s very green (like much of Portland). At first glance it looks like a boutique hotel. Lunchers are spotted below from the Physical Therapy mezzanine - I’m sure dining on the daily special of pear, brie and caramelized onion on grilled rustic bread sammy from the lobby’s Daily Cafe.

Even the parking garage is green. Handy dandy little pull-notes so you know what floor you’ve parked on at the sexy-voiced elevators. Solar panels outside the windows do double duty as awnings.  Recycling cans as common as rubbish cans. Even a nifty bike garage complete with faux tree (so the bikes think they’re frolicking outside?).

But best of all… a good use for reclaimed water.
And my amusement.

I’m guessing the sign was from the same people who warned us to take off our clothes before ironing them.