For many of you quilters out there, you know what MSQC stands for – the Missouri Star Quilt Company. If you’ve ever looked up quilting tutorials on YouTube, you’ve probably seen Jenny Doan, the owner and creator of the Missouri Star Quilt Company giving tutorials on making quilts and other things quilted. She loves using precuts and saying things like “awesome”, “this is so much fun.” and “isn’t it adorable?”. Her enthusiasm and cheerful disposition makes you want to go out and buy tons of fabric and start putting together quilt tops as soon as possible!
MSQC is located in Hamilton, Missouri, which happens to be about 4 1/2 hours from where I live. I’ve known about this place for a couple of years and always said I wanted to go visit there, but hadn’t done it yet. My friend and I talked about going for about a year now, and we finally decided to go last weekend for an overnight trip. They were having a car show, quilt show, prizes and lots of things going on, so it seemed like a good time to go.
In just six short years, Jenny has gone from having just one shop to now having five shops that sell fabric and other quilting supplies and even a bed and breakfast so quilters can come and stay overnight on a retreat. They are also in the process of refurbishing two other buildings that I’m not even sure what their use will be, and someone told us with the plans that they have, when they are done, there will be somewhere in the teens of buildings and shops! It’s like a small empire!
Needless to say, after a 4 1/2 hour drive and before we knew all this expansion information, my friend and I were anxiously hoping that the trip was worth it. I can report with extreme honesty that it certainly was well worth the trip! Not only did I get to meet Jenny Doan, I also got to see the Batik Boutique and visit the Main shop which carries a large selection of wide quilt backing and many other calicoes. They also had the largest selection of flannel prints I’ve ever seen. The Mercantile, a few doors down, was a store totally devoted to vintage and reproduction fabrics, which I love the 30’s and 40’s reproductions because they remind of old quilts my Grandma did. One of the stores had all holiday prints, such as Christmas, Halloween, and the Fourth of July. And then there was the store devoted to novelty prints and a very large selection of solids (Penney’s Quilt Shop – Hamilton is the home and birthplace of J.C. Penney!) And all of the stores had the most precuts I had ever seen – layer cakes, charm packs, jelly rolls, fat quarter bundles, and more. They even have a burger place and a bakery!
I also got to meet Angela Waters and bought one of her books. My friend bought a wide selection of fabric for various projects. I bought my first jellyroll – which I can’t wait to unroll!
While talking to Angela, I said, “I’m so overwhelmed and have no specific projects in mind so I don’t even know where to begin!”
Angela replied, “This place is like Disney World for quilters. The first time I came here I felt like my head was going to explode!”
If you’ve thought about visiting the MSQC but felt unsure it was worth the time, effort, or money – imagine a Main Street where every other shop is owned and operated by the MSQC. Then, plan your days or weekend, pack your bags, and head on over. You won’t be disappointed!
I don’t even remember when my last post was and I didn’t look it up. Just thought I would update the “masses” of followers I have and let you know what I’ve been up to.
Job hunting – slim pickins in my area, apparently! Six months with 17 years experience and barely a nibble!
Babysitting grandchildren from January 6 to Feb 13 – drove every Sunday to my daughter’s and 3 hours back home every Friday for 6 weeks. It was good times, and I miss the babies, who are still growing up and learning new things every day!
Started a new job – just last week, and I must say – worst first week ever! Not because of the job (though it is temp to ???), but because of toothache or was it sinus pain, or was it that the toothache caused the sinus pain? Horrible pain, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, felt terrible. Try training with that! On antibiotics now, which I think are knocking out the tooth infection, but from previous experience, it will come back unless I get a root canal. Weird that because this tooth has two rather small fillings!
And, that’s the first quarter of my year – oh, wait, forgot to mention the quilting I’ve done. Um, lets see…
1.Throw size nursery room quilt for grandson #2, grandchild #3.
2. Crib quilt for Grandchild #3. (these two from Craftsy Block of the Month 2012) – loads of work, but got some new experience in piecing! Hey, I’m trying to like it. I’m getting pretty awesome at it, but I still love the FMQ!
3. Two crib quilts for a friend of mine for her step-brother’s daughters who are both pregnant at the same time and due within 6 days of each other in May. One pink, one blue.
4. Two Christmas tree skirts with Mickey and Minnie themed – the first one was a bust because the red backing bled (yeah, my friend and I both forgot about pre-washing!). Everything turned kind of pink. Second is on the machine now and will hopefully be done tomorrow or Wednesday.
5. Diaper changing pads for Grandchild #3.
I’m probably forgetting something, but I need to sleep because, you know, work tomorrow.
I’ve been watching my grandkids for a couple weeks in December and since January 6 till February 13.
Joanna is 6 months old now, and Andy is 2 1/2 years old. He has hit the “terrible twos” to some extent. Mostly, he’s a very loving, wonderful kid, but he’s beginning the stages of on purpose disobedience.
“Andy, don’t do that!” and Andy does exactly what you told him not to do. Kind of like “The Cat in the Hat” movie he currently likes (thanks to me for bringing it in December . . . NOT!). In the movie, poor Conrad does everything opposite what his mother tells him, and later figures out how to control Thing 1 and Thing 2 because they also do the opposite of what they are told.
I don’t actually think that would work with Andy, but today I decided, you have to pick your battles. I fairly much wrestled him on the sofa to change his diaper after nap. I got up and removed him from the entertainment center when he wouldn’t stay away as I was feeding his sister. I insisted the teething “paw” actually may have been his once, but not now, it was his sister’s and leave it alone.
But, when he took a couple of her toys away, because he thought they were his (and, in fact, at one time they had been when he was 6 months old), I decided to let him have them. Joanna is easy going. She’ll be happy as long as she has something to grab and put in her mouth that looks the least bit interesting. One day, she’ll cry when he takes away her toy(s), but today is not that day.
I repeated that, “Today is not that day!” Today is not the day to tell Andy not to take Joanna’s toys. Instead, I tried to teach him of sharing and if he wanted to take what she was playing with, make sure she has something else. That, in fact, perhaps all toys were “their’s” and not “his” or “her’s” – that they could share all their toys.
He was actually most cooperative with this concept, well, at least the first part of making sure she had something else.
It made me realize that “today is not that day” may actually be an extremely good motto for new parents, parents of teenagers, or any various and sundry reasons.
Think about it… Is today that day for you?
I’ve missed the blogging world, for some time now. I have/had an idea for a series of posts, and even though I have worked on it quite a few times, December was a very busy month, and January and February promise to be, too.
I do want to kick it up a notch or two, this year, so I best get started.
In the next couple weeks, I’ll be working on my series of posts called Quilter’s Dirty Little Secrets. Actually, I thought of another name somewhere in the middle of December; however, I didn’t write it down and can’t remember it because – well, if I detail my projects in December, you’ll understand.
So, Happy New Year 2015 – Let’s do this!
P.S., I’m also still looking for a job, preferably my dream job!
OMG, another super weird thing happening – Firefox and Safari are not working but IE is. Crap, and all my bookmarks, etc. are in Firefox!
Hubby says tonight at dinner that he usually watches everything video wise in Google Chrome, and it hasn’t been working on his 6-8 year old laptop. Although it did fine until two days ago and he doesn’t know why it suddenly stopped working!
OMG, is that my problem tonight? How old is this computer? How do I find out? I know it’s nothing less than -6 years old, but how do I know? Why did this font suddenly increase in size? All on it own, seemingly?
What is going on, back to original font size? OMG!
So, weird things are still happening these day while the grandkids are here.
Tonight, me and my daughters took HIMYM and Friends character quizzes on BuzzFeed and PlayBuzz to see which character we were.
Two of us Monica on one, the other Rachel. Then, I said, I would never be Barney, and we took HIMYM quizzes – two Marshalls, and I was Barney!
Now, even though IE is working, it is incrediby slow and stupid, and almost stopped responding? Agh!!!
So, we saw this cricket crawling across the floor in the living room, and then it went under the couch. Later, we were sitting taking quizzes and talking, and the little cricket came out again. High school daughter (#2) stepped on it with my flip flop, two or three times to kill it, picked it up with a flyswatter, and I told her put it in the toilet and flush it, not in the trash, because it might not be dead yet, and I said – “I don’t ever kill crickets, I get a jar and take them outside.” and they were both like “Why?” and I said…
“Because… Jimminy Cricket from Pinnochio.” and because I heard it is bad luck to kill a cricket.
And they were “What?”
And, I said, also “I don’t eat deer.” and they were like, “okay, why?” and I said, “Because…a) yucky, and b) Bambi and his mom and my dad once killed a doe, and brought it home, and I remember someone carrying me down to the basement to see the dead deer that was in the cellar steps, and I remember her laying there, head to the floor, body on the stairs, and neck askew, bent backwards, clearly dead. But also, I asked my dad within the past 6 year why I don’t remember having deer meat or deer stew, and he said, “I killed one deer, and that time I tried stew, sausage, frying, baking, etc, but I just didn’t care for deer meat.”
And then, a bit later, I went the bathroom, and came out to say, “Always flush the dead bugs.” BECAUSE Jimminy was still floating, and daughter #2 says, “I did.” and I said, “Learn! This is why you always watch to see that they actually do go down!”
And, they said, I wasn’t hip, even though I know peoples are saying this “Because” thing right now, and it’s like current and trendy, “Because, no, how could you be current or trendy being like a Grandma and 53 years old and you must be totally out of it.” or something, Well, duh, of course, that’s exactly why I was saying it!
Okay, so I don’t know a lot of current lingo, but I do know some – even if I am still not sure I understand what a meme is.
So, yes, even though I am not a teenager born between 1995 and 2001, or in my 30’s born between 1975 and 1984, I was a child of the 60’s, albeit born in 1961, so yes, I’m not the hippie culture, but I knew about it later on in the 70’s, etc. So, duh, I can still act like I’m hip, aye?
Then, later, I have to close and lock the back gate “Because, son is coming to visit with dogs!” And, my teenage daughte was saying “like, why are you doing this?” and I said “Because, like ‘dogs’ tomorrow.” and she was like, “Oh, Mom…”
And, I am now like, “Am I past the age of being cool? Perhaps so. Aww, Fonzie, I’m sorry, we aren’t “Cool” anymore!”
Like, “Because, aging sucks?”. . . .
This may be the evilest post I have done to date. Sorry, brother Alan, too good to keep to myself.
Being now a woman of leisure, okay, so I know I have to start job hunting this week, but I took a few days to get a grip on this fortuitous event, and went to my dad’s to put up some tomatoes he had for me.
While there, I wanted, still, to find out about this Chivaree that was held in his and mom’s honor on their return from their honeymoon, but somehow skipped over that info. I did find out a tad about the honeymoon, though Dad didn’t provide the gory details, naturally, he did say where they went and such. So follows what I found out last Friday.
Dad and Mom had a rather heated relationship from about a year or so after Dad graduated (52), they started dating in 1953. Mom’s best friend was Jane Desgranges (I probably don’t have that spelled right) and she dated Merle DeVries (Dad’s cousin or just a guy he ran around with [friends]). Anyway, Jane and Merle set up Mom and Dad, and they started dating.
They dated from 1953 to 1955 when Mom graduated, and shortly thereafter, he proposed to her. I want to note here that Dad asked mom to marry him and gave her the ring several months later, and then, they still didn’t set a date until months after that and even then, the date was one two or three months away. Considering the way most people handle this today, I thought it kind of interesting. They married September 29, 1956.
Anyway, I guess they had their ups and downs and Dad told me there were times when they would have a fight and Lucille Monke, from where he worked, would call Mom after seeing my Dad, Nelson, down in the dumps, and tell Mom he was more or less pining for her, upset about everything, and maybe they could make up. Yes, people back then, and probably still today, interfered in their love life.
Dad specifically relayed one time that he was so mad after they fought that he marched to his car, started it, and in peeling out spun his wheels so bad as to leave ruts in the rock driveway so that Grandpa asked Mom the next day what had happened. He doesn’t remember the argument then (aww, too bad :(), but, as we all know, they made up, got married, had children,, celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary, etc.
On their honeymoon, they left after the wedding and drove a whole 25 miles before stopping on Route 66 in Farmersville. The place they stayed is no longer there, but Dad says there is a small shack standing by I55 near where the motel was. This again, was interesting to me, because they didn’t have a special hotel or plan, just started driving and only made it 25 miles before stopping. Was it the lust or fatigue? The world may never know.
They went to Janesville, Wisconsin, stayed the night and went through a cave there. Mom had a pen pal in Iowa that she wanted to visit, so from there, they went to a farm near Waterloo, Iowa. Her name was Shirley Luhring (I think that is the spelling). After seeing Shirley, I think they drove back home.
Weird unusual thing, Mom died in February 2008 and later that year, in May, we found out that Shirley had died in a tornado that hit Iowa (warning, this is really sad). I write this now only as a remembrance of all these events.
After visiting Iowa, they returned home. The Chivaree was held upon their return and before Dad reported back for service from his leave. Maybe next time I will get information on that.
After talking about the logistics of the honeymoon, no romantic details, we somehow got on the subject of kid’s names. Oh, I remember now. Dad brought up how we also in 1964 went to Oklahoma and Kansas on a family vacation, I think the only one we EVER took. This was, again, to meet one of Mom’s pen pals, and also he had some relation in Kansas.
He then said, “You know how mom always said (my brother) Alan’s name would have been Florence if he had been a girl?” and I said, “No, I don’t remember that and if any of us had remembered it, I’m pretty sure my older brothers would have nicknamed him Flo long ago!” (Sorry, Al, I’m sure if Mark or John read this, they won’t be calling you Big Al anymore!)
He continued that is was sort of a joke because Mom was convinced that she got pregnant when we were stopped in Florence, Kansas on the way back from this trip.
So, I proceeded to ask him what all of our names would have been if we had been the opposite sex, and how they picked our names. I wonder how many people really ask their parents about this? I don’t remember ever asking my mom or dad before the other day. And sorry, sibs, but I’m pretty sure Mom had a better memory than Dad about these things and would have provided more detail, but what can we do about that now?
Going from oldest to youngest, here they are.
Child #1 – Dad doesn’t remember the girl’s name, but he liked Wayne (his or mom’s cousin) and Mom liked John, so, John Wayne it was.
Child #2 – They both picked Mark fairly easy, but it was Mom who picked Henry – grandfather’s, great-grandfathers – I think I once counted my great grandfather’s and great-great grandfather’s just on my Mom’s side and their were 3 Henry’s and 3 Fred’s. A funny side note, however, Mark’s nickname now is Fred Ziffel.
Child #3 – Mom wanted Susan, but Dad has a great aunt Susan who he claims was the ugliest woman he ever knew, so he said to Mom, “Don’t name her that, I’ll always think of Aunt Susan when I see her.” so Mom compromised, and dropped it to just Sue. Elaine came from some family name, maybe on Mom’s side – Dad wasn’t sure, and knowing what I know about my family tree, I’m not either.
Child #4 – Dad wasn’t sure if Ruth was named after one of his aunts, though I do remember the lady and she was quite nice, or Ruth from the Bible – but he was sure her middle name, Sharon, was after the babysitter. He said, Mom really liked Sharon. She lives in my metro area and I have seen her and talked to her a few times since Mom died, and I have to agree, she’s a nice lady, and I’m sure she was an awesome babysitter.
Child #5 – I’m not sure where Alan came from, but Dad wanted to name him Matthew, well, because of the Gospels of the New Testament (Matthew, Mark, Luke and John). Mom wasn’t too keen on the idea, so again compromised thereby using Matthew as the middle name. Where Alan came from? Dad had no idea.
Side note – Dad said if they had another boy, you know what his name would have been – yeah, Luke.
And, that concludes my recent historical talk with Dad. One other minor tidbit totally unrelated to all this – he told me my great-grandfather, Henry, drank wine, supposedly with every meal (even breakfast). He had a small vineyard at the farm and would put up 5-55 gallon drums of wine each year (bottled, of course), and it would all but be gone the next year. I figured it out, and if he didn’t give much away, he, and I guess his wife, were drinking about a half gallon of wine a day. That’s supposing that my dad had the drum size correct, which is tough to say since Great-Grandpa was already passed when he and mom started dating. I asked him how he knew this information, and he said, well, of course, Mom had told him. So, take this info with a huge grain of salt, no?
Tune in next time for more family history. Is this good stuff or what? I’ll work on being funnier next time.