Good morning, my friends. Well. What a day we had yesterday. By day's end, Smitty was channeling our combined energy.
A lot has happened since we last chatted. Let's start with the sewing, shall we? I have some things to tell you about our day on Saturday, but I'll save that for the end. If you're not interested in hearing about the protest, please feel free to opt out when you see me climb up on my soapbox. For now...the sewing, and nothing but the sewing. And cats. Of course, there will be cats.
I finished up the first of three blocks for the "S" is for Sew Project.
I'll start on the second one this morning.
From there, I went to work baking some
Carrot-Walnut Bread. When I mentioned this a few days ago, I said it was called a "loaf cake." And, I don't know what that means, do you? Is it a cake baked in a loaf pan? Is it a loaf that is sweet like cake? Well...Mike and I agree that it is a "bread," and so I've changed the name of it to avoid confusion. It's tasty, and the carrots and nuts give it a nice texture. It's sprinkled with brown sugar before it goes into the oven, and that bakes into a nice crunchy topping.
From there, I was ready to get back to the left side border for The Story of My Day. When I stopped the day before, I was ready to make this small "windmill."
As I mentioned, I'm having to switch back and forth between my quarter inch foot and a foot that is wide enough to accommodate the side-to-side motion of the needle for the blanket stitch you see above. The next section was to be pieced.Since I knew there was a small applique section for the April's "Sewing Room" block, I decided to make that up before switching back to the quarter-inch foot. Clear as mud, right? So...anyway...there it is. When I've finished the three embroidered blocks I'm working on, this one will be next in line.
Okay, and then with my quarter-inch foot, I pieced together the remainder of this section...
and sewed it to the section I already had, completing the left side border.
Then, I could sew it to the rest of the quilt. I expect I'll be spending at least another week on these pieced borders. They're easier than I thought they would be, but they're still time-consuming.
I was in the process of squaring up Jericho Walls when Mike came into the room with a huge box of fabrics. I like the way it was addressed.
Opening it up...wow...jackpot! A friend from high school has been helping to distribute the fabric stash of a quilter who passed away during the past year. He sent me some beautiful stuff in large pieces. There are a lot of quilt backs here.
So I paused there in my unpacking for a minute because I wanted to finish squaring up Jericho Walls. Smitty was in the process of giving it the snuggleability test.
I like it when these tests are purrformed ahead of time so that I won't waste my time on quilts that don't cut the mustard.
When I'd squared up all four sides, I could finish unpacking the fabric. Sheesh. Beautiful stuff. I especially fond of the ones on the top of the left-most and right-most stacks. And where the heck am I going to put all of it?
For now, it's still sitting as you see it here. My thinking is that I'll pull all the yardage large enough to make a quilt back and leave it in the box it came in. I can probably find room for the smaller pieces among the rest of my stash.
And that was a good day of sewing. Smitty spent the rest of his day relaxing on the catio.
There was no time for any sewing on Saturday. I'll tell you about that in a minute. But first, I wanted to show you what a little warm weather and sunshine has meant to the star magnolia. Yesterday, it burst in to gazillions of flowers.
They're so pretty and delicate.
This is one of my favorite parts of spring.
And since I didn't get to do any sewing on Sewturday, I'm making today Sewnday. Sewnday is off to a good start. Mike already made us a breakfast of waffles. I had a yen, and so I made a special request last night. When I'm finished here, I'll get back to my slow-stitching. After that, at the tippy-top of my list is to sew the binding onto Jericho Walls. It's coming down the home stretch. When that's finished, I'll get started on the right side border for The Story of My Day. Things are moving along.
Okay, and if you have a strong political countenance, read on. If not...we can meet up here again tomorrow. No hard feelings. And I recognize that even if we agree about what's happening in government, some of you have opted to avoid the news. It's important to take care of yourself. Do what you need to do. Again, no hard feelings. We're all friends here, no matter what.
One of the best things that came out of that fabric gift box was the packing materials. Mike and I were planning to attend Portland's Hand's Off! protest gathering. We'd kind of given up on the idea of signs. But then that great box arrived. Right on top, under the lid, and on top of the fabric were two big sturdy pieces of cardboard. It was almost as if they were heaven-sent. So Mike got busy with our large format printer and created these two signs. He also sanded some 1 x 1 boards into nice smooth handles, and our signs were ready to go.
Saturday morning, we got an early start. We boarded our MAX light rail train at the western terminus and rode into downtown Portland. Along the way, and at every stop, we saw more people carrying signs.
The train took us nearly to the waterfront where we needed to disembark. This was our first look at the crowd. There were a lot of people, but it was still fairly spread out.
I wandered around taking pictures of some of the signs.
Some folks were very clever and artistic.
At first glance, I thought these might be counter-protestors, but no. I just needed to read it more carefully.
These next two were taken by my friend Deb at a rally in southern California.
As we walked closer to the "official" gathering spot, the crowd was more densely packed.
Portland Police had a small presence on bicycles. This image is from a different event. I thanked them for being there, and I heard many others doing the same. Happily, yesterday's protest was peaceful insofar as I know.
Someone was speaking with a bullhorn, but we couldn't make out what was being said. We were too far away, and there was already too much noise. Eventually, the march began. I've read estimates of 13,000 people in Portland alone.
To give you some idea of the route, I've borrowed this aerial view of the city from the images available on Openverse. (I love our city.)
(Credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e3/Aerial_view_of_Willamette_River_crossings_in_Portland%2C_February_2018.JPG)
It started where I've drawn the red circle in the upper right. Folks moved south on Naito Parkway, left of the circle, and then across the Morrison Bridge (the lower one) to the east side of the river, north on Grand Avenue (partially outside the frame), and then back across the Burnside Bridge to where it started.
We boarded the train and headed back to where we started for a late lunch/early dinner at one of our current favorite casual restaurants. It was late in the day by then, and we were pooped pups. It wasn't as if we'd done so much, but the excitement and the novelty of it wore us out.
We were a little weirded out by the crowd. We still have our signs, and we'll do this again. Probably, though, we'll look for a smaller venue next time. I'm told the next one will be on April 19th, and so I'll keep an eye out for the details. There were at least five venues within an hour's drive of us yesterday. I wanted to go to a large one. Next time we'll settle for something smaller.
Okay, so that's all I have for you today, and that's enough excitement anyway. Sewing will be my drug of recovery today. It was uplifting and very inspiring to be a part of such a large event yesterday. Today it will be boringly inspirational to take a day and sew and sew and sew. I suggest you do the same.