The 'Barn Door" and the Quilt

When I was a child I used to wake up early, before it got light, and look out the window and count the stars as a way of determining when it would be safe to waken my parents. I'm not sure what my calculus was, but it also involved the birds waking up and beginning the dawn chorus, which really happened back then. We certainly have a lot of birds around here now, but we don't seem to have the same amount of song. 

What we do have right now is the sound of  a huge jackhammer-like thing breaking up rocks and dropping them from a great height into waiting dump trucks. For the first time today I really thought they could have held off until we got out of bed...especially on a Saturday morning. We talked to the neighbors, who were off in the desert in their RV for the last couple of weeks. Needless to say, they are more anxious than we are for the next phase of work, actually building the house, to begin. They are not re-siting the house as we thought perhaps they were doing, but simply digging down through the rocks for stable rock on which put pilings for the foundation. Apparently when the house was built in 1972 the foundation could be poured on top of level, but basically loose rocks. 

Another thing I used to do as a child was to lie on the (hard and uncomfortable) Victorian era  rosewood loveseat inherited from my grandmother, and look at the 'crazy quilt' draped over the back. I don't know what ever became of the crazy quilt but I eventually inherited the loveseat and two chairs. When we moved here there was absolutely no place to put the loveseat*, and nobody else in the family wanted it either. I finally prevailed upon Tim to keep it in his basement...for now.

My latest quilt project is turning into something of a crazy quilt sans elaborate embroidery, necessitated by the fact that I am running out of the fabric I based the whole color scheme on**. I'm not good at pre-planning. It's a Kaffe Fasset design which I probably bought twenty years ago. Kaffe Fasset fabrics can still be found but there's no sign  of this old one. I love the color combination and the pattern.

By deconstructing and redoing some of the squares I think I can eke out enough to do one more row. Once it's finished I don't know what I will do with it....

Maybe I'll drape it over the loveseat in Tim's basement.

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