The theme selected for this quarterly art quilt challenge was "A Walk in the Park."
I had a few ideas from which to choose. I thought of the saying, "It was a walk in the park." Meaning accomplishing something easily. I wasn't sure I wanted to try to easily do this, so I moved on to the next idea. That was a bird's eye view of a park, a map, showing things that one might find in a park. But what type of park? The final choice was to invite the viewers into the park to imagine for themselves what they might find there. I invite you in to the City Park.
Thank you for visiting and please look at all the members' quilts for this quarterly challenge.
Wednesday 31 July 2019
Monday 15 July 2019
You've seen him before if you are frequent visitor. You may remember how we got him. How he claimed Terry for his person. How he torments the squirrels. Now I'll tell you that we HAD four baby squirrels in the big tree in the back yard. Yesterday the third one went to Critter Heaven. Terry says it is what his breed was bread to do...hunt rodents. We find dead stuff all the time in the back yard. Squirrels, birds, mice. I live with that. It's nature.
I moved my sewing machine to the dining room table so Terry will feel like he has company as it is widely open to the living room where he sits. HOWEVER, it means that I can't leave ANYTHING on the dining room table when we go away as the dogs have free access to the kitchen and dining room. Both of my Min Pin have power jumping abilities. But Harley is the one that must do something to get even with us for leaving him alone. His target will be anything we might leave on the dining room table.
I few weeks ago, we only went out to take my sister's mail to her. (she lives across the street). But then I asked Terry to drive past a friend's house who lives one block over. She sold her home and moved in with her daughter and the new owners were doing extensive renovation to the entire house. That lead to stopping to talk to my SIL who what sitting on her front porch. (all Terry's family live in this neighborhood). We were gone about 20 minutes.
When we came home I immediately knew that Harley was a bad dog. The other two greeted us at the door. Turning the corner to enter the dining room I saw red. No, not blood. My current Endeaverour's project was in shreds. Luckily the patterns I had made were not on the table.
So, with one month to go to the reveal I get a do over on a project I REALLY enjoyed. But I am up for the challenge. Dang Dog!!