that would be me, these days. I seem to be moving about the same speed as that old dependable sweetener of days gone by. I suspect most young people today haven't a clue what an important role that dark, pungent liquid played in the
diets of their ancestors. By the time I was growing up in the early 1940's, molasses was all but forgotten in my part of the world. But then, I was a city kid, maybe it still had it's place in rural America. I know that molasses was one of the commodities given out each month to the WPA workers. Between 1935 and 1940, my Dad worked WPA. He was one of the ones who planted miles and miles of pine trees along the roadsides running south to north, in WC Wisconsin. I have a recipe for molasses cookies(which are much like a molasses biscuit or shortbread) that my Mom received with the WPA molasses, way back then. I know they also got lard, bulgar(a dried wheat product) and coffee I think. Not sure what else. Molasses is made from sugar cane, and is the product prior to refining it. Eventually you get white sugar. I don't think WI raises sugar cane, but they do grow tons and tons of sugar beets over in the central part of the state.
Anyway....I'm way off track today, LOL, what I am is slower than molasses at getting enough blocks for my broken dishes pattern.*VBS*. I now have about 90+ of the hour glass blocks, but I need well over a hundred. So I've been cutting scrap into 6" squares, splitting and sewing, and splitting and sewing again. I've been having fun with it, and am getting some laundry done while I stitch. We are cold, cold, cold again today. But only a - 6 this morning...could be worse...*G*
Ebby buries her nose under her curled tail, and snoozes anywhere that feels warm. I wear an extra tshirt under my sweatshirt, and my warmest sweatpants. A good day for black bean soup I think, for lunch. A bit more sewing and a bit of cleaning, and a trip to town for milk and fruit.
Tonight is the first episode of the newest Survivor..*VBG* I'm a confirmed, dyed in the wool, long time Survivor fan. I've watched every season, liking some more than others, but only missing an occasional episode. I've always been there for the final tribal council..*S* They are in Fiji this time, and since the chance are very slim that I will EVER be in Fiji, or Guam, or the Canary Islands, or Guatamala, I'll keep watching as long as they make it exciting. If for no other reason than the scenery...*VBS*. It's good to have things to look forward to...besides spring..*G*
I think the reason I quilt is because of the stitches.
It's hard to explain if you aren't fascinated by the stitches themselves. I love the look of each stitch as it makes the row, or the arc...as it marches along, one by one by one. I love the depth that the indentation makes. The shadow that is cast because the stitch pulls the fabric just a tat lower than the rest.
My fingers love the stitches, and my eyes love the stitches. The love affair began with the regular old fashioned hand quilting with a small between and Coats and Clarks quilting thread. I would quilt almost anything, just to be quilting. Many of my quilted pieces aren't really worth the effort I put into them, but they kept me quilting,and that is what counted. I don't quilt like that anymore, altho my fingers remember how to do what my eyes can no longer see. Mostly I quilt with perle cotton and the big stitch. And I love that too. It has it's own unique look, and those bigger stitches do ALL the same things the little ones did...*VBS* Some things don't change.
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