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$104 for rent? That was probably a while ago!
My take home pay when I started work at 15 was £90. £15 for my parents and the rest went on beer and bus fairs I’d imagine.

Now the £90 would struggle to cover the week’s shopping. Fortunately I earn a little more!

Yep, that was back in the 1960s. Five grand annual pay before taxes was considered living high on the vine back then for someone just out of school. Even among my elders there was more than one time when I heard the dread phrase "making a lot of money for a woman." So I realized I was already on a trail where the bosses I might ask for a raise sometime could have that thought going through their minds as well.

But the Equal Employment Opportunity law was on the books by the mid 60s, so a college degree and the law at least gave women a chance to apply for good jobs, even if the usual tactic was to offer less pay. I think I posted in here once about a bank offering me and a former college classmate the same foreign credit analyst position in the same week; he was offered $100/week and the service of a clerk to type his reports and I was offered $75/week if I could type 80 words per minute. Hmm. We compared notes during the weekend, and decided we'd both decline. He said well at least you know to ask for $125 now as you make your rounds... if they're going to be tacking on typing tests, it sounds like you'll do the work and then type your own and your colleagues' reports too. It was the dawn of learning to ask questions at job interviews, that's for sure.

Bus or subway fare was 15c back then! "Those were the days".
 
Wow @LizKat - your classmate was on the ball and great for declining the job and helping you navigate those waters.

Well, mom is making some very stupid decisions that will mean my detaching myself from our joint accounts, amongst other things. Yep, uninsured driver driving her car. "Oh the auto insurance co said I would only be liable for $300k."

Um, WHAT?

For that kind of thinking and for throwing me under the bus too.

That amount is actually not true, the other party can sue us for more money if the insurance doesn't cover everything, and since this person is uninsured, it's trouble regardless.

I knew mom would try to force her way with the car.
 
Wow @LizKat - your classmate was on the ball and great for declining the job and helping you navigate those waters.

Well, mom is making some very stupid decisions that will mean my detaching myself from our joint accounts, amongst other things. Yep, uninsured driver driving her car. "Oh the auto insurance co said I would only be liable for $300k."

Um, WHAT?

For that kind of thinking and for throwing me under the bus too.

That amount is actually not true, the other party can sue us for more money if the insurance doesn't cover everything, and since this person is uninsured, it's trouble regardless.

I knew mom would try to force her way with the car.


omg.... good on you for realizing you can't be assuming that liability.
 
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Yep, that was back in the 1960s. Five grand annual pay before taxes was considered living high on the vine back then for someone just out of school. Even among my elders there was more than one time when I heard the dread phrase "making a lot of money for a woman." So I realized I was already on a trail where the bosses I might ask for a raise sometime could have that thought going through their minds as well.

But the Equal Employment Opportunity law was on the books by the mid 60s, so a college degree and the law at least gave women a chance to apply for good jobs, even if the usual tactic was to offer less pay. I think I posted in here once about a bank offering me and a former college classmate the same foreign credit analyst position in the same week; he was offered $100/week and the service of a clerk to type his reports and I was offered $75/week if I could type 80 words per minute. Hmm. We compared notes during the weekend, and decided we'd both decline. He said well at least you know to ask for $125 now as you make your rounds... if they're going to be tacking on typing tests, it sounds like you'll do the work and then type your own and your colleagues' reports too. It was the dawn of learning to ask questions at job interviews, that's for sure.

Bus or subway fare was 15c back then! "Those were the days".

Ouch, yes, the Bad Old Days. Grim stuff.

Well done, your classmate.


Wow @LizKat - your classmate was on the ball and great for declining the job and helping you navigate those waters.

Well, mom is making some very stupid decisions that will mean my detaching myself from our joint accounts, amongst other things. Yep, uninsured driver driving her car. "Oh the auto insurance co said I would only be liable for $300k."

Um, WHAT?

For that kind of thinking and for throwing me under the bus too.

That amount is actually not true, the other party can sue us for more money if the insurance doesn't cover everything, and since this person is uninsured, it's trouble regardless.

I knew mom would try to force her way with the car.

Yes, I had a feeling that your mother would be energised (and adamantly certain where choices, decisions, and preferences are concerned) once she returned from care.

Boundaries may need to be re-stated fairly explicitly.

Anyway, it is more than clear that you cannot be expected to assume that sort of liability.

The very best of luck with it.
 
I'm considering a dramatic increase in my garlic consumption. It may or may not stave off an infection, but it should increase my personal space when I'm out and about.

God, the NYC subways in the 70s when they actually had transit system platform employees called "meat packers" to jam more of us into the cars. The GARLIC, oy. Indispensable in the kitchen and unforgivable on the morning commutes.
 
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@LizKat @Scepticalscribe Thank you both. This is going to get ugly fast. Elder sis already wanted to talk to me about the uninsured driver {whom mom will be paying to be a care giver to boot.}

I already told sis about the insane bs regarding the car and my decision to start extracting myself financially.

The sad thing is, I hope these constant shifts in mom's decision making are the crazy amount of medications in her system. Strange, she seems to bristle at us paying $125 for an ambulette to get her home, but she's completely okay with the thought of losing everything in a liability lawsuit just have this uninsured driver be her ride. I mean WTH mom? 🙁

Common Sense left the building with Elvis.

At @chown33 Well at least you won't have to worry about vampires. BTW, I am sure you probably know that raw garlic is very hot.

Mom swears by an anti viral mix of Vit C, L-Lysine and Acidophlius.
 
@LizKat @Scepticalscribe Thank you both. This is going to get ugly fast. Elder sis already wanted to talk to me about the uninsured driver {whom mom will be paying to be a care giver to boot.}

I already told sis about the insane bs regarding the car and my decision to start extracting myself financially.

The sad thing is, I hope these constant shifts in mom's decision making are the crazy amount of medications in her system. Strange, she seems to buckle at us paying $125 for an ambulette to get her home but she's completely okay with the thought of losing everything in a liability lawsuit just have this uninsured driver be her ride. I mean WTH mom? 🙁

Common Sense left the building with Elvis.

I suspect that you could well be right when you suggest that the cocktail of meds (my mother was on over 20 different medications a day, you should have seen her "blister pack") your mother is on could well be having an influence (for the worse) on her judgment and capacity to take rational and informed decisions.

And that sort of unbalanced stuff - baulking at $125 but shrugging off an insane sum many multiples of that - is also something that you tend to find when people are on a serious cocktail of medication for a prolonged period of time.

In our case, almost a decade ago, suspecting, or knowing, or realising that she was going downhill, and no longer in a position to manage her own finances, my mother asked me to join her at an arranged meeting with her bank in spring 2012, and insisted that henceforth, I become a co-signatory - and have full access to her accounts - and authority to take decisions, and sign off on (quite literally, as from then, I signed the cheques) from that time, which was done - with her approval and at her instigation and suggestion - at that meeting.

Later, we arranged a limited power of attorney, and, later still, had to go to the High Court to obtain a full enduring power of attorney.

In your case, I suspect now that your mother is back home, she will want to try to re-assert herself and her sense of autonomy and independence, to prove to herself that she is still fully functional, and capable, - not realising, or, unable to recognise, that her judgment is somewhat impaired as a result (possibly) of the cocktail of meds she is on.

You may need to sit down with her - if possible - with the support of your sister - and explain that certain actions are senseless, stupid, and extremely irresponsible.

A pity (but not terribly surprising) that you have had to deal with something of this sort almost as soon as your mother has returned home.
 
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@kazmac:

Psychologically, she - your mother - will find the current circumstances (her helplessness and reluctant reliance on others) very difficult to accept, especially if she was someone who was used to autonomy and defined herself as someone who could cope with whatever life threw at her.

This is because, in your domestic world, she was the mother,the authority figure, the lodestar, and you were the daughter who took direction from her; for her to accept that roles have changed, transformed, and altered beyond all recognition - if not actually reversed - from when she was the mother and you the child, will be pretty hard for her.

If you are now responsible for ordering, organising and running her life, - this is something she may well resent and find difficult to deal with if she defined herself as someone who had autonomy and could cope with endless challenges; small surprise at rebellious reactions on her part (including catastrophically poor judgment).

In latter years, when her dementia had advanced, my mother, at times, thought that I was her mother - something that (internally) I responded to with mingled horror and hilarity, and initially, found very hard to accept: I didn't want to be her mother - for, that was the role of my granny, a revered schoolteacher - rather, I wanted to be her daughter - and for her to be my mother - which is the role I had played for all of my life, but that was no longer to be.

However, I now realise that she did accept my authority (when she was no longer able to cope - perhaps this was her coping mechanism to deal with this incredibly upsetting role reversal) perhaps because she had partly persuaded herself that I was her mother, which, I can now see with the pellucid and occasionally uncomfortable clarity of hindsight, actually did make the whole thing a just that bit easier.
 
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@kazmac I sure hope things settle down for you. As @Scepticalscribe says, there are times when we become parents to our elders and the transition isn't easy for anyone.

While I was looking in on an old friend while waiting for his daughter to line up assisted living for him, his decline began to accelerate in some ways, even though he remained good at beating the tar out of me at Scrabble games. I remember being startled sometimes by his calling me "Justine" as I went about stuff like putting his groceries away or whatever. At first I thought he just misspoke, the way my grandma might have called one of my brothers by another's name when going about her chores and having the boys underfoot. But then I realized on occasion that my friend actually thought he was addressing his daughter when he spoke to me. I just went along with it, what could I do. I was grateful the daughter found a great place in not too much time. It was alarming meanwhile to see the trouble he could get into left to his own devices and was quite wearing to be driving over there two and three times an evening when he bollixed his remote for the TV. When I realized he'd messed up a newish microwave oven, probably by punching in a too long cook time... I unplugged it and took it to the e-cycle and said I'll get you another, and called up the daughter and said you need to step on the gas with that search my dear, he's gonna fry the house.

I'm happy for your mom you can look after her but you must look after yourself too.

On my mind lately now, how to get back the quilt tops I've given to the long arm quilter, and give her more to work on... my sister managed to pick up one last weekend that was meant for her to keep and use anyway.

But there's another one of mine that Angie has in hand now, a "charm quilt" with 288 different fabrics in it, a pieced top that had been wrapped up in muslin upstairs since around 2012 waiting to be quilted... and a couple more large quilts I'm preparing to flip in her direction. The charm quilt was fun, here's a work in progress shot, likely not the final arrangement, I remember having to rip a section out after assembly when I realized I'd got half a swastika in there messing with the light/dark placements. Ugh!
The main thing with a charm quilt is making the scrap selection all in one go or you can't keep in your mind whether you've used that fabric already or not. I even shooed the cats out of the house while I selected those "ingredients". It will just be a couch throw for my sister in law; she's an artist so I figured would be fun to have it over her in the evening just looking at all the different prints.

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Angie's way over in Binghamton but stops up to Ithaca to transact w/ clients; I have kin up there so that's how I get my stuff to her usually. But my kin and I all agreed to leave off our casual lunch gatherings for the time being until the threat from coronovirus finally wanes. So, it could be awhile and I might resume work on smaller projects in the meantime.

Still I have this fun thing with green and blue and random sized cuts of black and white polkadot fabric that I called Picnic By the Pool... I'd love to use it as a picnic blanket for some summer lunches this year. On the back I'd just put some utility batik in stone and green or whatever to deal with the inevitable grass stains lol. I want to get that off the ground, and so might just machine quilt it myself. it's only meant to be a utility ground cover to reduce chance of having a picnic with frenemies like deer ticks.

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Yep, that was back in the 1960s. Five grand annual pay before taxes was considered living high on the vine back then for someone just out of school. Even among my elders there was more than one time when I heard the dread phrase "making a lot of money for a woman." So I realized I was already on a trail where the bosses I might ask for a raise sometime could have that thought going through their minds as well.

But the Equal Employment Opportunity law was on the books by the mid 60s, so a college degree and the law at least gave women a chance to apply for good jobs, even if the usual tactic was to offer less pay. I think I posted in here once about a bank offering me and a former college classmate the same foreign credit analyst position in the same week; he was offered $100/week and the service of a clerk to type his reports and I was offered $75/week if I could type 80 words per minute. Hmm. We compared notes during the weekend, and decided we'd both decline. He said well at least you know to ask for $125 now as you make your rounds... if they're going to be tacking on typing tests, it sounds like you'll do the work and then type your own and your colleagues' reports too. It was the dawn of learning to ask questions at job interviews, that's for sure.

Bus or subway fare was 15c back then! "Those were the days".
I recall an assembly line job I had. Me and this women both started at the same time and she was the fastest picker on the line. When I was leaving we got talking about wages. I was there around 24 months and asked for three pay rises whilst I was there, (I was pretty good at my job too, but not as good as her). She was still on the starting rate.
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I'm considering a dramatic increase in my garlic consumption. It may or may not stave off an infection, but it should increase my personal space when I'm out and about.
Don’t worry about it. When the shops run out of soap and deodorant the personal space will be widened!
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@LizKat @Scepticalscribe Thank you both. This is going to get ugly fast. Elder sis already wanted to talk to me about the uninsured driver {whom mom will be paying to be a care giver to boot.}

I already told sis about the insane bs regarding the car and my decision to start extracting myself financially.

The sad thing is, I hope these constant shifts in mom's decision making are the crazy amount of medications in her system. Strange, she seems to bristle at us paying $125 for an ambulette to get her home, but she's completely okay with the thought of losing everything in a liability lawsuit just have this uninsured driver be her ride. I mean WTH mom? 🙁

Common Sense left the building with Elvis.

At @chown33 Well at least you won't have to worry about vampires. BTW, I am sure you probably know that raw garlic is very hot.

Mom swears by an anti viral mix of Vit C, L-Lysine and Acidophlius.
Hope things work out with you and your mum. Parents can be a pain. My Dad’s supposed to be going on a cruise in April. He doesn’t want to go given the current situation, but doesn’t want to lose his funds.

I told him to call them and see if he can defer it until later in the year or next.
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@kazmac I sure hope things settle down for you. As @Scepticalscribe says, there are times when we become parents to our elders and the transition isn't easy for anyone.

While I was looking in on an old friend while waiting for his daughter to line up assisted living for him, his decline began to accelerate in some ways, even though he remained good at beating the tar out of me at Scrabble games. I remember being startled sometimes by his calling me "Justine" as I went about stuff like putting his groceries away or whatever. At first I thought he just misspoke, the way my grandma might have called one of my brothers by another's name when going about her chores and having the boys underfoot. But then I realized on occasion that my friend actually thought he was addressing his daughter when he spoke to me. I just went along with it, what could I do. I was grateful the daughter found a great place in not too much time. It was alarming meanwhile to see the trouble he could get into left to his own devices and was quite wearing to be driving over there two and three times an evening when he bollixed his remote for the TV. When I realized he'd messed up a newish microwave oven, probably by punching in a too long cook time... I unplugged it and took it to the e-cycle and said I'll get you another, and called up the daughter and said you need to step on the gas with that search my dear, he's gonna fry the house.

I'm happy for your mom you can look after her but you must look after yourself too.

On my mind lately now, how to get back the quilt tops I've given to the long arm quilter, and give her more to work on... my sister managed to pick up one last weekend that was meant for her to keep and use anyway.

But there's another one of mine that Angie has in hand now, a "charm quilt" with 288 different fabrics in it, a pieced top that had been wrapped up in muslin upstairs since around 2012 waiting to be quilted... and a couple more large quilts I'm preparing to flip in her direction. The charm quilt was fun, here's a work in progress shot, likely not the final arrangement, I remember having to rip a section out after assembly when I realized I'd got half a swastika in there messing with the light/dark placements. Ugh!
The main thing with a charm quilt is making the scrap selection all in one go or you can't keep in your mind whether you've used that fabric already or not. I even shooed the cats out of the house while I selected those "ingredients". It will just be a couch throw for my sister in law; she's an artist so I figured would be fun to have it over her in the evening just looking at all the different prints.



Angie's way over in Binghamton but stops up to Ithaca to transact w/ clients; I have kin up there so that's how I get my stuff to her usually. But my kin and I all agreed to leave off our casual lunch gatherings for the time being until the threat from coronovirus finally wanes. So, it could be awhile and I might resume work on smaller projects in the meantime.

Still I have this fun thing with green and blue and random sized cuts of black and white polkadot fabric that I called Picnic By the Pool... I'd love to use it as a picnic blanket for some summer lunches this year. On the back I'd just put some utility batik in stone and green or whatever to deal with the inevitable grass stains lol. I want to get that off the ground, and so might just machine quilt it myself. it's only meant to be a utility ground cover to reduce chance of having a picnic with frenemies like deer ticks.

Looks nice and warm! I like the top one best.
 
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@LizKat: Both quilts are beautiful, but the top one is absolutely gorgeous.
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I'm considering a dramatic increase in my garlic consumption. It may or may not stave off an infection, but it should increase my personal space when I'm out and about.

There is no such thing as too much garlic, not in cooking and not in life; actually, when cooking, my unit of account is a head of garlic, not a clove or two.
 
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National Pi Day is rapidly approaching converging.

I'm considering whether to make a chocolate pecan pie. It's a recipe my Mom gave me, and I found it last fall, so I've been looking for a reason. I checked the fridge and I'm short on eggs, so it looks like I'll have to make a stop in the next couple days.

If I do make it, I'll be sure to post pics here.

(Despite the suggestion re garlic, I won't be adding any to this pie.)
 
National Pi Day is rapidly approaching converging.

I'm considering whether to make a chocolate pecan pie. It's a recipe my Mom gave me, and I found it last fall, so I've been looking for a reason. I checked the fridge and I'm short on eggs, so it looks like I'll have to make a stop in the next couple days.

If I do make it, I'll be sure to post pics here.

(Despite the suggestion re garlic, I won't be adding any to this pie.)
Please do! Put it in the unofficial recipe thread. :D
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Fly to Paris (1Apr) vs cancel trip...there’s still time to mull this over. I need to see if my trip insurance covers a pandemic.
 
@LizKat: Both quilts are beautiful, but the top one is absolutely gorgeous.

Thank you; that one will have a nice very light preshrunk wool batting in it and be quite cozy without feeling too heavy. Angie's very practical... she had just also accepted another couch-sized quilt top from my sister, and suggested we could both share one king size batting that she'd custom cut to our respective work's requirements and have "something left to fight over next time you need to batt a kiddie quilt." LOL !

I had sent along a seamed backing for the thing that was very generously sized so she won't have to fiddle with muslin attachments to get it placed right onto her machine... and I left it to Angie how to position it. In talking about that on the phone, we decided that having it be asymmetric (it's three pieces with the outer two being of identical fabric) would make it more interesting so I'm glad I temporarily squandered so much fabric for the backing. She'll send the trimmings back and they'll end up in something else anyway.

She does beautiful work. Here's a bit from a log cabin quilt I had made for a friend that Angie quilted. Every block in the quilt had different flowers or leaves, ferns, scrolls etc. Amazing.

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There is no such thing as too much garlic, not in cooking and not in life; actually, when cooking, my unit of account is a head of garlic, not a clove or two.

Amen. I just the other day re-upped and have 10 heads of organic garlic in kitchen, should keep me out of trouble for a week or so... I suppose that one advantage of "social distancing" during covid-19 precautions is that one need not tailor tonight's dinner to tomorrow forenoon's social calendar.
 
Amen. I just the other day re-upped and have 10 heads of organic garlic in kitchen, should keep me out of trouble for a week or so... I suppose that one advantage of "social distancing" during covid-19 precautions is that one need not tailor tonight's dinner to tomorrow forenoon's social calendar.

What an exquisitely beautiful quilt. Gorgeous.

At the farmers' market, which I visit most Saturdays, when I ask for garlic at the two organic stalls where I buy most of my fruit and vegetables, there is always an expression of surprise on the face of the vendors when the one or two heads initially offered are deemed wholly insufficient for my needs.

Four, five, six heads of garlic are my normal quota when shopping.

The only time I take thought (and not just reduce, but exclude entirely) garlic from my meal (if the recipe calls for it) is if I am due to visit the dentist the following morning.
 
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@kazmac I sure hope things settle down for you. As @Scepticalscribe says, there are times when we become parents to our elders and the transition isn't easy for anyone.

While I was looking in on an old friend while waiting for his daughter to line up assisted living for him, his decline began to accelerate in some ways, even though he remained good at beating the tar out of me at Scrabble games. I remember being startled sometimes by his calling me "Justine" as I went about stuff like putting his groceries away or whatever. At first I thought he just misspoke, the way my grandma might have called one of my brothers by another's name when going about her chores and having the boys underfoot. But then I realized on occasion that my friend actually thought he was addressing his daughter when he spoke to me. I just went along with it, what could I do. I was grateful the daughter found a great place in not too much time. It was alarming meanwhile to see the trouble he could get into left to his own devices and was quite wearing to be driving over there two and three times an evening when he bollixed his remote for the TV. When I realized he'd messed up a newish microwave oven, probably by punching in a too long cook time... I unplugged it and took it to the e-cycle and said I'll get you another, and called up the daughter and said you need to step on the gas with that search my dear, he's gonna fry the house.

I'm happy for your mom you can look after her but you must look after yourself too.

On my mind lately now, how to get back the quilt tops I've given to the long arm quilter, and give her more to work on... my sister managed to pick up one last weekend that was meant for her to keep and use anyway.

But there's another one of mine that Angie has in hand now, a "charm quilt" with 288 different fabrics in it, a pieced top that had been wrapped up in muslin upstairs since around 2012 waiting to be quilted... and a couple more large quilts I'm preparing to flip in her direction. The charm quilt was fun, here's a work in progress shot, likely not the final arrangement, I remember having to rip a section out after assembly when I realized I'd got half a swastika in there messing with the light/dark placements. Ugh!
The main thing with a charm quilt is making the scrap selection all in one go or you can't keep in your mind whether you've used that fabric already or not. I even shooed the cats out of the house while I selected those "ingredients". It will just be a couch throw for my sister in law; she's an artist so I figured would be fun to have it over her in the evening just looking at all the different prints.



Angie's way over in Binghamton but stops up to Ithaca to transact w/ clients; I have kin up there so that's how I get my stuff to her usually. But my kin and I all agreed to leave off our casual lunch gatherings for the time being until the threat from coronovirus finally wanes. So, it could be awhile and I might resume work on smaller projects in the meantime.

Still I have this fun thing with green and blue and random sized cuts of black and white polkadot fabric that I called Picnic By the Pool... I'd love to use it as a picnic blanket for some summer lunches this year. On the back I'd just put some utility batik in stone and green or whatever to deal with the inevitable grass stains lol. I want to get that off the ground, and so might just machine quilt it myself. it's only meant to be a utility ground cover to reduce chance of having a picnic with frenemies like deer ticks.

We have a quilt we bought several decades ago in Amish Pennsylvania, close to Intercourse, PA, that is similiar to the top image, squares with multiple colorful materials that we love, but it’s too hot for bedding in Texas. Is “Charm Quilt” a widely accepted term for this style or are there others?

Several family members have pieces of a “Crazy Quilt“ that our Grand Mother made framed, sentimental value. :)

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We have a quilt we bought several decades ago in Amish Pennsylvania, close to Intercourse, PA, that is similiar to the top image, squares with multiple colorful materials that we love, but it’s too hot for bedding in Texas. Is “Charm Quilt” a widely accepted term for this style or are there others?

Several family members have pieces of a “Crazy Quilt“ that our Grand Mother made framed, sentimental value. :)



A "charm" quilt or wall hanging is specifically meant just not to have any duplicate fabrics in the piecing. It's not always just squares. I've seen more elaborate charm quilts with blocks that use star blocks or half-square triangle blocks, etc., but in their lights and darks they don't have any same prints in the selected fabrics. Or sometimes they have all the same light fabric, so as a background more or less, but then the darker prints are all unique, maybe different floral prints, or different plaids or stripes. It's a nice way to showcase a little collection of say homespun plaids or wild geometric novelty prints, just use a square of each and separate them with squares of some unobtrusive little light print, arrange the featured prints with an eye to balancing their colors across the piece.

That bit of crazy quilt is gorgeous. It was a thing for awhile in the Victorian age and even into the 20s for someone in the family to make a crazy quilt as a wedding gift, in bits of silks and satins, sized for use on a parlor sofa. My great great aunt had made one for my mom that was just breathtaking. The embroidery over the seams is often what makes those quilts so special.
 
Fly to Paris (1Apr) vs cancel trip...there’s still time to mull this over. I need to see if my trip insurance covers a pandemic.


Wow... what does France think about it too, I wonder...

Are we in the US persona non grata in some European countries right now because of our lateness getting clued in to our potential exposure in the USA? Interesting dilemma. And spending a lot of time in a plane with people from other areas of the US, presumably... I dunno. If I'd planned a trip like that for a long time, I'd sure like to stick to the plan.

Still, this illness that WHO now types as a pandemic might make me spend awhile thinking it through more, and watching near term developments. I've heard that in the USA we should know a lot more about spread within around 10 days. How long do you have to decide about your trip?
 
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A "charm" quilt or wall hanging is specifically meant just not to have any duplicate fabrics in the piecing. It's not always just squares. I've seen more elaborate charm quilts with blocks that use star blocks or half-square triangle blocks, etc., but in their lights and darks they don't have any same prints in the selected fabrics. Or sometimes they have all the same light fabric, so as a background more or less, but then the darker prints are all unique, maybe different floral prints, or different plaids or stripes. It's a nice way to showcase a little collection of say homespun plaids or wild geometric novelty prints, just use a square of each and separate them with squares of some unobtrusive little light print, arrange the featured prints with an eye to balancing their colors across the piece.

That bit of crazy quilt is gorgeous. It was a thing for awhile in the Victorian age and even into the 20s for someone in the family to make a crazy quilt as a wedding gift, in bits of silks and satins, sized for use on a parlor sofa. My great great aunt had made one for my mom that was just breathtaking. The embroidery over the seams is often what makes those quilts so special.
The one we purchased in PA has duplicate squares but a large variety of them
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Wow... what does France think about it too, I wonder...

Are we in the US persona non grata in some European countries right now because of our lateness getting clued in to our potential exposure in the USA? Interesting dilemma. And spending a lot of time in a plane with people from other areas of the US, presumably... I dunno. If I'd planned a trip like that for a long time, I'd sure like to stick to the plan.

Still, this illness that WHO now types as a pandemic might make me spend awhile thinking it through more, and watching near term developments. I've heard that in the USA we should know a lot more about spread within around 10 days. How long do you have to decide about your trip?
Trump suspends all travel from Europeans to the States for 30 days. Hmm, well I’m not European, but as I said, I fear being stuck. Airlines may cancel flights on us.
 
The one we purchased in PA has duplicate squares but a large variety of them

I bet it's gorgeous, are the blocks all squares of solid color woolen fabrics?

I want to make an Amish-style "Chinese coins" quilt sometime, They use bright colors for the approximately rectangular "coin" cuts that are sewn together into vertical rows with a black framing and a selected intense color as a border before a black background. Stunning. I was think to miniaturize one like this sample I had clipped from the net and make a wall hanging of it. The Amish fabrics are usually wool but I'd likely use an array of Kona's solid cottons, of which I do have a lot of different dark colors.


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I bet it's gorgeous, are the blocks all squares of solid color woolen fabrics?

I want to make an Amish-style "Chinese coins" quilt sometime, They use bright colors for the approximately rectangular "coin" cuts that are sewn together into vertical rows with a black framing and a selected intense color as a border before a black background. Stunning. I was think to miniaturize one like this sample I had clipped from the net and make a wall hanging of it. The Amish fabrics are usually wool but I'd likely use an array of Kona's solid cottons, of which I do have a lot of different dark colors.


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No they are pattern pieces similar to your charm quilt.
 
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