More on those lovely Michael Miller charm squares

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It's been a while since anything was said about the charm pack.  In fact, other than the pitcher mat, nothing has been done with them. Christmas, of course, takes over in its season.

The squares were not forgotten, of course, and they sat there in their color groupings until an opportune moment arrived. Now the blues have found a place to be, and a lot of new friends to be there with.

The squares ready to be sewn into half-square triangles.
(the gray and the bluebirds from stash, as also the white that is out of sight.)

Counting squares, playing with color. (Pink squares from stash)

Final layout, labelled

The layout gets its labels when the color choices are firm. The MM charms were fleshed out with the two grays and with the blue birdies and the blue with white stars, plus the pinks and whites. They all go together nicely and DH wandered through and expressed his opinion that a graphic design like this suits him. (This is a lap/baby sized project, but still, it's nice to know his tastes.)

When pressing the half square triangles with the little blue birdies, I discovered that the print is directional. The change in orientation at the bottom right keeps the birdies upright, which pleases me, even though it is a switch from the rest of the design. It might still change a bit...this orientation switch had escaped my attention earlier.

After Denver, a half day or so drive up to Miles City, Montana

Hello, everyone.

Miles City is a biggish town in eastern Montana. It at one time had a railhead that gathered sheep for shipment. Now it's pretty quiet, though there's supposedly a big horse sale there every year. It's in convenient driving distance of the Black Hills of South Dakota.

Ruins near the old sheep pens outside of Miles City

Old Tourist Court (early style motel) in Miles City

IIRC this was a creek in the area, which drains into the Yellowstone River.

 In this picture you see why Montana calls itself the Big Sky Country. It just goes on and on, and it's usually blue like this.

Oenothera species blooming on the prairie.

More on the trip to Montana: Colorado

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I started with pictures from a drive to Montana in the last post. The pictures there are from the first day's drive.

Today a little bit from the trip up the Rockies stopping off at Colorado Springs and at Pike's Peak.

The Garden of the Gods is a spectacular set of rock formations that, in 2007, was almost inside the city of Colorado Springs.
By now it may have been enveloped. 

The park is very popular with local people and with tourists.

 We also drove up Pike's Peak, and saw the view that inspired the famous poem, which begins:
O beautiful, for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain....

View from the road.

 We had to change a flat tire before beginning, and the park staff insisted that each vehicle driving up have at least half a tank of gasoline. We didn't understand why until we came back down, and the tank gave a false reading of "almost empty" because of the slope!

At the top, even in June, there is snow. It was about 80F at the bottom, and about 40F at the top.

Not much grows at the top of the mountain where it's pretty chilly all summer and really cold in the winter. Plus I think there isn't a whole lot of water available for the plants.

Pike's Peak also had a train ride up and back. It was tough enough on me to ride in a truck--the (14,000 feet?) altitude at the top was like about 3 stiff drinks. And we had stopped from time to time to take a picture as we went! There was a little concession there that sold hot chocolate, which helped a lot. I was still woozy. But it was beautiful to be up there.

Three Kings' Day is past, and Christmas is officially over

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The tree is put away, the ornaments are (almost all) in their boxes, and sadly the house is back to its quiet norm.

But quiet times are also productive times--trees are getting trimmed and a row of snap peas and half a row of lettuce seed are in the ground. One hopes! Especially one hopes that the cutworms have all gone to little buggy heaven.

It's much colder in Montana at this time of year. The last time we were there, it was June. We passed through the length of Texas and crossed Colorado, visited eastern Montana and then passed on to northern Wyoming before driving home again. These are just a couple of the pictures from that trip.

Wild horsemint. (It might be one of the other native monardas, but you can find several at this site to consider.)

Badlands of north Texas: Palo Duro Canyon, a beautiful sight, and in 2007 it was green.

For my non-US readers: it takes about 14 hours to drive from the bottom of Texas, where we live, to the top of Texas. And that's using quiet, smooth roads and going about 70 miles per hour! (I seem to remember that we did have a tire blow out near Lubbock, though, which was about an hour of the day. Still, it's at least 13 hours from the Rio Grande Valley to Amarillo.) We did drive through some lovely Hill Country towns before we headed off into West Texas and on up.

Camino memories: Valdeiglesias

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In 2014, we stayed in the newer albergue in Valdeiglesias.

Y'all might remember this patio picture.

 We met a wonderfully friendly pair of hikers from Belgium there. They told us about their village in Belgium, called LaChouffe. The village has a brewery.

This past weekend, in Spec's wine shop in San Antonio (mmm, Rioja!) we found a bottle of the beer from LaChouffe. The hat worn by the little elf in the label picture is the regional hat of the village. He's wearing wooden shoes, too, so one supposes that the land around LaChouffe is rather damp. I'd love to visit the village some day.

We haven't opened it yet. It's a huge bottle and one wants to be able to do it justice.

Little things

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After the holidays, we discovered some baby bibs belonging to GS1 had been left behind and I thought perhaps a few more would be useful for him. (He's a "drooly" baby.)

Bib being measured on cutting mat: first the neck

Checking the front width

 I needed to know the neck size and the approximate width of the whole project, so I took a couple measurements from one of the bibs left behind. The neck, closed, had a diameter a little over 4 inches and the front was around 8 inches across.

Stack of bibs-to-be after some cutting

 I cut up an old hand towel--with somewhat thin terrycloth--for the backs.

One of the terrycloth pieces

I sewed the terrycloth backs to suitably patterned quilting cotton. Then I added cotton bias binding to finish the edges all around.

The fasteners were a question: the purchased bib had used 1 metal snap. I was nervous that my snaps wouldn't go through the layers of fabric, so went with Velcro instead. (On the turtle bib, there is even an extra bit of the fuzzy side so the hook side can fold up against it in the wash. By the time I got to that point on the fish bib, I had decided that she can close the bibs in the wash, or put them into a mesh bag, and skipped the extra bit of fuzzy-side.) Velcro can be cut to size, pinned down or glued for the basting, and zigzagged over all 4 edges to make a secure attachment. The only tricky thing is getting the hook side placed so it won't irritate the baby's neck.

Bias binding pinned for the second seam.

Two of the bibs ready to roll.

Baby bibs are cute little things, they use up materials I have in the stash, and I may make more of them to give to the Pregnancy Testing Center in my town. (They like to give baby things to their clients.)

Happy New Year

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This old picture, and recent news accounts about Mississippi flooding, brought memories to mind:

Piasa bird (early 2000's renewal)

This is the Piasa bird. The people of the Alton, Illinois area put this local sight onto tee shirts and other things--and when the paint fades out, someone crawls up there to renew the picture.

The Piasa bird has been on the cliffs overlooking the mighty Mississippi since Pere Marquette came through in his little flotilla of canoes. Likely it was quite old even then. The local folks are so attached to it that, when the original cliffside was wrecked in building a riverside road, they restored the bird to another, nearby, cliffside. Occasionally someone will get silly about the risk of falling and put up a wooden billboard with the Piasa bird in the area. It is neither worthy of the local people nor of the Piasa bird art to do this, in my opinion.

The Victorian/Edwardian enthusiasm for lovely stories about things of interest--think of George Washington's thrown quarter here--also has affected the Piasa bird. A local paper in the very early years of the 20th century, or the late years of the 19th century, published a long article about Chief
Quatoga, the self sacrificing Indian chief who died saving the Illini from the Piasa bird. (Well, I think it was the Illini tribe--but it's been years since I read the article.) Apparently the local Indians had engaged war, bloody warfare without end or mercy, and the Piasa bird had become an eater of the fallen warriors (and noncombatant villagers) to the extent that Quatoga had to hunt the Piasa bird down. The brave warrior Quatoga died in his successful attempt to rid the area of the man-eating menace. It would be really interesting if we could find out the folkloric roots behind this tale, and get some idea of the actual age of the Piasa bird on the cliffs of southern Illinois.

There is an old--very old--map of the Mississippi which shows the Piasa bird in approximately where it is now. I think that this map is either one made by Marquette or copied from his notes. But I don't have any image of it, nor any further information about it.

If you should go to the southern Illinois-eastern Missouri area of the United States, you should drive down the Great River Road past Alton and the other towns along the Mississippi area and see the Piasa bird for yourself.