This is the Old Man...he will be 15 in July. He is also known as the Court Jester, as my Baby Boy, and also he is a Guard Cat. He does not like another dog or cat to be in the yard. If a neighbor's dog gets loose, and he is outside, he will chase it away. And it does not seem to matter what size they are.
I have made a very few quilts without these items. The rotary cutter, the acrylic ruler, and the self healing cutting mat here has made cutting pieces so much more accurate and quicker. So long as it has a straight line. And there are some rulers made for cutting circles even. But as far as rotary cutting, I mainly only cut pieces with straight lines. (Though if I am cutting out an item of clothing, do use my rotary cutter to cut along the lines.)
Meet Jack the Ripper Sr. and Jack the Ripper, Jr. aka seam rippers. The one on the left is from the Clover company, and the one on the right seems to come standard with most sewing machines these days. If you will notice what I call the shaft--the longest prong...the one from Clover is thinner and better to get into a tiny stitch if you have to take them out singly.
These are Grandmother's Flower Garden blocks. They could be sewn together like this. But I am leaning towards a different way. There always comes a point where the a final decision must be made. And I am the most indecisive person you would ever want to meet. I can always see so many visions it is hard to choose just one. BTW, you can click on the photo to get a bigger view.
Or maybe they aren't. I don't know the history of these geese. I do know that for several years a pair built a nest up against the local Dairy Queen. We don't go by there much these days, but I think they stopped. I don't know if they were successful or not in raising little ones.
I have a set of these blocks that I made several years ago, but have yet to decide how I want to sew them together. Indecision is my middle name about some things. I can always see so many choices. Which can be good in some ways. But in others not so much. Below is a closer view of a section of it...hand stitching on these blocks also.
Look at the look in his eyes...he only had eyes for this daughter. He just came here, we never knew where from. I won't call him a stray because he was too well taken care of. I tried to find the owners...and had about given up and was just going to keep him and he disappeared. I drove every street in this town and a nearby town trying to find him...I looked down ever alley. I never saw him again.