Scramble two brown farm eggs in a bowl and scramble in one tablespoon Chardonnay and one teaspoon lemon juice.
Return pan to fire, pour egg mixture over sausage mixture, sprinkle chopped green onions on top. Cook until eggs firm up. Add slices of Swiss and mozzarella on top, turn off flame, and cover pan for 3 minutes or until cheese melts.
There are many ways to piece your hexagons. I've found that piecing in strips is working nicely for me. In the photo above, I tried piecing in a flower shape (the end with the monkey), but since I'm working with a planned random* layout, I really find I like strips better. I attached strips to my flower and now it looks like a jellyfish!
*In my planned random layout, I'm trying to make my quilt look random while avoiding having like colors or prints touching one another and maintaining a nice distribution of colors.
I've been sewing strips together and then attaching them to my largest piece once I've created a small section. I like this method for a couple of reasons. One, it's portable. I can sew strips together just about anywhere that type of thing isn't frowned upon. And two, I find that the more I handle my work, the more the back of the hexagons ravel. By piecing smaller sections and then attaching them to the larger piece, I'm handling the larger piece as little as possible to keep the back nice and neat.
Above, I sewed the top two rows together (I'm alternating strips of 10 and 11 hexagons) and then laid out the next three rows trying to get a nice color distribution.
and tuck them into my box. Although I'm not making a color spectrum layout, I've been sorting my hexagons by color to make it easier to pick the color I want when I'm laying them out or sewing them together.
Another reason I like the idea of sewing them together in sections is that I can distribute similar fabrics throughout the quilt. This week, I started making hexagons with a few new charm packs and if I attach all of those now, they might end up clumped together in one section of the quilt (i.e., all of my Hunky Dory could be in one area). If I make small sections, I can attach the sections together later and spread them out. I still haven't attached the section with the duplicate. I'm going to wait until I'm further along and I'll attach that section far away from the section containing it's duplicate.
I wanted to issue a little disclaimer. I've been looking around online at English paper piecing. There are many different ways to baste and piece hexagons, so please keep in mind that this is just the way I'm making mine. I think that using squares rather than fabric trimmed into hexagons (paper plus seam allowance) and basting through the paper are both non-traditional methods. My only concern with using squares is the additional bulk on the backside when hand quilting. If you are planning to hand quilt and are concerned with bulk, you might want to try trimming your fabrics before you baste. I tried trimming away some of the bulk on the back of already pieced hexagons and it was pretty easy. I'm not too concerned with removing the basting stitches. Since I haven't tied any knots, the stitches come right out. I'll have more on that later.
It's really fun to see all the pretty hexagons everyone is making! I've made more than half of the hexagons I need to make a throw sized quilt and I've pieced 272 together. Now that I'm this far along, thoughts of making a larger quilt are creeping into my head. I need to perish that thought!
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My posts lately have been very hexagon intensive, so I'll save the hexagon post I prepared for tomorrow.
I finished my last four pinwheels for the pinwheel sampler. I'm seeing a pattern emerge here though. The next step is sashing and I have another project (the paintbox quilt) waiting for sashing. Sashing my be my least favorite part of the make-a-quilt process.
I picked up some fabrics my LQS last week. I already had that Pez but I was taking photos earlier and thought this stack looked pretty. It's gradually grown over the week as I stacked newly acquired fabrics on top of the Pez.
I found some 1974 charm packs and a Recess charm pack online and they arrived today. The 1933 pack and the Tweet Tweet packs came home with me yesterday. I don't have plans for any of these yet, but I'm hoarding the 1974 and Recess.
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I'm sure I won't be able to get five lines into this post without crying. Last month, I told my husband I was all cried out for April, but it seems the tears still flow freely in May. I'm not trying to be a downer, but if my blog is a journal of my life, this was the last four weeks.
My Papaw (my dad's father) went into the hospital the first week of April with pneumonia. Prior to that, as in the previous week, he was driving himself to the Waffle House and doing his own grocery shopping. We celebrated his 91st birthday last August, and he was still going strong. But, pneumonia takes a hard toll on aged lungs and after what appeared to be some improvement shortly after entering the hospital, his condition refused to improve.
After a week in the ICU, he was moved to a rehabilitation hospital. I have no idea why they call them that; it was the same facility where both of my grandmothers were transferred before they passed away. I spent as much time as I could at the hospital with him and with my family. He wasn't feeling very good and was really struggling to breathe, so he wasn't much for conversation at that point. However, he didn't let even one of his grandchildren (of which I am the oldest) leave his bedside without telling them that he loved them and how proud he was of all of us.
After fighting for almost two weeks, his condition continued to deteriorate. Congestive heart failure began to complicate things, and recovery was no longer an option. I won't ever forget the moment he told me that Jesus was waiting for him. As a family, and with his wishes in mind, we made the difficult decision to move him to hospice care.
He passed away in his sleep on April 19th. My papaw was an amazing man. A strong Christian, a hard worker, and the handiest guy you could ever meet. He built my Mamaw the most awesome greenhouse when I was little and I remember spending hours in there potting plants with her. I didn't know until last month that Papaw had constructed the greenhouse out of discarded glass shower doors. Papaw was green before green was cool. I'm sure growing up in the depression helped him become the clever handyman he was.
He was also a veteran. Papaw served in the U.S. Army during the second world war. While stationed at the Schofield Barracks in Hololulu, Hawaii, the Army's ground defense for Pearl Harbor, he dodged bullet fire from Japanese Zeros on December 7, 1941 as they made their way to Pearl Harbor and attempted to destroy the Army barracks just north of the harbor on the way. He went on to serve in New Guinea and Australia before he came back to the states with malaria.
Although losing a loved one is inevitably a part of life, the foreknowledge that it will happen someday isn't much consolation when that day comes. Thank you, Papaw, for teaching me that the best beverage to drink with popcorn is milk, for teaching me how to stir syrup into my peanut butter and achieve the perfect smooth consistency, and for teaching me the game of 42. Thank you for raising two wonderful sons who grew into great men and teaching them the value of family. I'm going to miss you, Papaw.
Papaw's funeral was on April 22nd. Life didn't slow down as Shea's birthday was the following week. That third week of April was busy catching up on housework that didn't get done the first couple of weeks of the month and getting ready for a slumber party that weekend. Life was moving too fast to have time for tears, but just when you think you might get to catch your breath, wham! Another blow.
In March of 1997, the most adorable Yorkshire Terrier in the world came to live with us and we named her Miss Gizmo Matilda. We'd been married for four years and were childless, so Gizzy was our baby. It wasn't long, four months to be exact, when we decided to get her a playmate and brought home her brother from another mother, Buster.
Gizmo's age (she was 14 on February 20th) began to show the last few years. About three years ago, she developed cataracts and lost most of her vision. I think she could still see shadows and could always hunt down a little patch of sunshine coming through the window to lie in. If you've ever heard that Yorkies are hard to housebreak, believe every bit of what you hear. After losing her vision, Gizzy never could seem to make it to the door to tell us she needed to go outside, so any semblance of being housebroken was gone. The last year or so was really tough.
On the 27th, Gizmo started acting strange. She wasn't eating, but I thought it was because her mouth was sore from a trip to the vet the previous week to... um, well I'll spare you the details, but he worked on her teeth a little bit. On the 28th, she slept almost all day. When she finally got up at about 4:00 p.m., she was stumbling and having trouble with her balance. I called the vet, who had gone home for the day, and made an appointment for the next morning at 7:20 a.m. Her condition deteriorated very quickly that evening. She went from not being able to walk straight to not being able to stand, then not being able to sit up, and having terrible trouble breathing.
We debated taking her to a 24 hour clinic, but I really wanted her to see our vet. I stayed up with her until just after midnight on the 29th when I fell asleep after placing her in her usual spot, on a pillow on the floor on my side of the bed. After she lost her vision, I didn't let her sleep on the bed anymore because she would walk off the edge in the night. I woke up at 3:50 a.m. and reached down to touch her to discover that she had passed away.
When I was a kid, we had outdoor dogs that would come and go, but I had never developed an attachment to a dog until Gizmo came along. I sat down earlier to look for some photos of her which helped me realize possibly why losing her hurts so much. She and Buster were a major part of our lives for 14 years. Out first house, she was there. The birth of our daughter, she was there. Every Christmas since 1997, yep, there's a photo of her and Buster in front of the Christmas tree. Every event held in our house, birthdays, anniversaries, graduation celebrations, she was there, perched like a princess in someone's lap.
I had no idea the kind of grip that puppy had on my heart until she was gone. I can't think of her without my eyes flooding with tears. Another inevitable moment that you know will come someday, but I could never have imagined this pain. I'm sure the circumstances aren't helping. I feel guilty for not taking her to the 24 hour clinic. I feel guilty that she died right there next to me, but was alone because I was asleep. I know that guilt is a useless emotion, but I can't shake it yet. I suppose it will get easier, but right now it really, really hurts.
So, April 2011, good riddance. There were glimmers of happiness as we celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary and Shea's birthday, but in general, April stunk. I'm hoping May can bring some peace my way. I covet your prayers right now as I struggle for a glimmer of the bright side.
Most people were shocked to hear the recent allegations of four young men against Bishop Eddie Long, the senior pastor of New Birth Missionary Baptist Church in Smyrna, GA. In their lawsuits, these young men alleged, among other things, that they had intimate but “consensual” sexual contact with Bishop Long. They made no allegations that they … [Read more...]
Awwww yeah! Thanks, baby. I'm kind of tired of the old ladies with their stupid hats. - your pal, Jesus	
Church is not meant for that. I went last night and I looked pretty but I covered up. You don't need to show your titties and too much skin to look good.	
"All the women who fought for the feminist movement hate u" LOL 11:38AM You just used to the term "whore". You should have nothing to say on behalf of the feminist movement.	
1:57 you can "rock it" without looking like a slut especially at church. There are these things called respect and morals maybe you should look into them.
Sounds pretty hot to me, in fact, I had to take care of a little business before posting. Nice, very nice. Oh yeah.....	
@ 11:38 As a feminist I'm gonna say the girl who wears what she wants is doing a lot more for the movement than the girl that calls her a whore because of it. Take a look at "My short skirt" from the Vagina Monologues... then keep reading. Despite media bullcrap, feminism isn't about hating anyone.	
Genius posting! Also, I wonder if you were at my church because 571 is nova... St. Peters by any chance?	
Come on it's not that big of a deal. It doesn't matter how you worship, it's who. So give her a break.
If Jesus wasn't a looney fuck, he'd probably fuck you in the ass for a birthday present. Enjoy the dick of the "lord-a!" 
She sounds like a girl who often gets cornered in random places with the only way out being trained, ganged, etc. and has yet to understand why	
Wow. That was so unnessecary. If Jesus wasn't real, none of uS would be here. And even if you don't believe Jesus is god at least be smart enough to realize he was a real person. Dumbass.	
Mary Magdalene was not a whore, it is proven that she wasn't. One of the women hating catholic popes made up that lie, and it clung on. But for real, she wasn't a whore. She was actually from a family that was kind of royalty. And btw, I think that all of you should calm down, really this is texts from last night...what do you expect?	
Pretty sure that was the girl sitting in the same row as me! Her dress was way to high and her shoes were slutty for sure!	
Do any of you people calling this girl a whore remember Mary magdaline? She was one of jesus' closest friends, and a prostitute. Don't be so quick to judge, Jesus didn't! So, yeah, don't you feel like. Assholes now? Yo should, you judgemental douches.	
hihihi this is so funny and all you guys who criticize this girl: she admits that it's way to slutty so it's not like she thinks it's normal. give her a break, it's funny haha	
i wouldnt mind having a hot bitch like that on my nuts at church. then maybe i could stay awake through that bullshit	
Go you. You know all the guys will be looking and The Big Guy (if there is one or her) too. You rock.	
Dressing skanky to church is just being disrespectful to people whose life is about their religion. Funny text, but if I knew someone who did this I'd think they were a bit of a dickhead.	
No he won't appreciate it- u will just go to hell but hey as long as your text got a laugh I guess it was all worth it.	
Agreeing with 7:47! Churches are just cults anyway! Think about it. We were born naked! People are such prudes! I swear!	
If you're going to dress like that to go to like a party or club, fine. But to church, really? You're just asking everyone there to hate you. There are occasions where your just going to have to wear clothes, sorry to break it to you honey. This just proves that you're immature and I hope that you finally decide to grow up and be appropriate.	
Ah, nothing like keeping the Christmas spirit - NOT! Geez. This is suppose to be a time of peace and goodwill and you tards just wanna hate against a fat girl dressing like a skank to go into a house of worship.	
Dressing like a slut is fine, but it's too bad you have no respect for the people around you. You should always dress appropriately for what you are doing and church is not the club :/ I feel bad for the people who went to that service to celebrate with their families and had to look at you.
hhaha you are pathetic. get over it its a freaking tfln. losen the fuck up you conservative nazi !!	
All the women who fought for the feminist movement hate u I can wear that slurry dress too honey but I bet I look sexy and classier than u in a business suit standing next to the cheap whore (u) n chiech