Saturday was Doug’s birthday. Unfortunately I awoke in the middle of the night rather sick, so I ended up missing most of the day. We had planned to go to a Medieval event on Long Island that afternoon; I told him to take the girls and go without me. Being a good husband and father, he took many pictures.
The event had a tavern theme, which, in this group at least, did not mean drink yourself silly. It was set up with tavern games of old ~ and some of new ~ tavern food, and of course…
…a bar brawl!
The girls are very fond of Sir Nico, so off course they had to attack him! He was forced to defend himself with a baguette.
Vada thought baguettes looked way more fun then knives, so she armed up and went off to challenge Sir Nico again.
Kyla, on the other hand, went for the double sided ax.
I guess Vada got tired of the baguette. Yes, that is a rubber chicken. What bar brawl would be complete without a rubber chicken?
Kyla, again, going practical. She wanted to fight with two “swords” just like her daddy does.
Here we have the girls helping dear Frank at the oh~so~Medieval game of Texas Hold ’em.
Frank won this hand, but he really thought his pot would be bigger. For some reason, just after this snap was taken, everyone folded.
Kyla playing chess.
Vada playing chess.
I guess Doug liked this sign.
OK, for the second theme mentioned in the title of this post. Remember Janice and the quilt we were making for her? She passed shortly after Rose finished piecing the front of the quilt together. Rose brought it to Janice and tucked it around her at the hospital. After Janice passed it was too painful for Rose to finish the quilt. They were very close. In September I talked to Rose about it, and we decided I would finish it. A part of me felt guilty. I didn’t know Janice as well as everyone else. I had only been a part of this group for seven years, they had know each other for decades. Janice and I were only at a handful of events together, and though we got along wonderfully, I wondered if I was worthy of such an honor. Then I thought about Janice. She was an amazing woman. It was impossible to be sad around her. She was amazingly caring and insightful. Every life she touched, be it for just a few minutes, or decades, was made better for having her in it. She brought a peacefulness with her that was contagious. As I thought about her, I realized, she would have no problem with me being the one to finish her quilt, and I felt better. I understood how it could be too painful for Rose. There were times I had to stop for a bit; but I knew ~ or at least hoped ~ that it would bring just a little piece to her husband and their sons.
So here we have Doug and the girls presenting the quilt to Janice’s husband, Doug.
I really wanted to be there for this, but I was too sick. However, I am very glad that it finally made it home.
I had intended on taking many pictures of it all completed on Saturday morning, but, too sick to get out of bed. I guess that is a lesson on procrastinating for me. Doug took some pictures for me. This is the back.
Here’s the front. Rose had pieced most of it together before Janice passed. I just put on two more rows on the top and bottom with some squares that were delivered late, and a few more Rose and I made to fill in. Then I sewed the batting and back on. There is some hand quilting you can’t see here. Around the star, then around the square the star is in, and squares radiating out from there. Also a diamond around the star square and through each of the diamonds made by the four~squares. I think it turned out well.
Here are a few snaps I took during the process.
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Thanks for the pictures Jess, the extra ones did make me happy. I’ll try to call you my Sunday morning your Saturday afternoon.