Just yesterday I showed you pictures of WanderLust, the king-size bed runner I picked up on Wednesday from longarm quilterColeen Barnhardt of the Quilted Thistle. The bed runner needed to be bound and labeled — and that’s been done.
As good as my quilt looked after Coleen worked her free motion quilting magic on it,it looks even better now that it’s bound:
Are you surprised I got it bound so quickly? It would have taken me hours to stitch down the binding by hand. Confession:I took the easy way out and fused the binding in place in a matter of minutes with Steam-a-Seam-2, a double-stick fusible web.
I use Steam-a-Seam-2occasionallyon wall hangings and other small pieces that won’t get washed. It should be just fine for thisbed runner that will be laundered but not as often as, say, a baby quilt. (Actually,a fusible webshould never wash out or come undone if applied properly. I used it on this quilt because I was in a hurry to get it done; my preference is for a binding stitched down by hand.)
The label is a bit unconventional. In fact, it’s not a label at all. I mentioned yesterday that this quilt is reversible so I didn’t want to attach a label as I normally do. Here’s what I did instead:
Can you see where I wrote “WANDERLUST, DAWN WHITE, 2016 PORTLAND OR”in permanent ink? It’s hard to see (my plan) but it’s there. I like to includeinformation on my labels about the patterns and designersbut I skipped it in this case. Let this post be a permanent record that WanderLustwas based on the pattern Spinners byHeather Mulder Peterson. Spinners is one of several delightful designs in her book On the Run Again (Anka’s Treasures, 2014).
My newcat Coco must really like this quilt. She photobombed it:
The baby quilt I sent off to be quilted recently is back, and I’m tickled pink. Make that blue, as this quiltis foralittle boy.Longarm quilter Sherry Wadley and I picked a modern swirly edge-to-edge design that echoesthe waves in the sea-themed fabric.
Here’s a close-up of the quilting that also shows off some of the prints in the quilt,including astylishseahorse sportinga bowtie:
On the back, the quilting motif shows up well on the batik stream that flows alongsidethejellyfish fabric, part of the Into the Deep collection:
Here’s aclose-up of the stream that shows off that organic-looking quilting:
I’m going to bind and labelthis quiltas quickly as I can so I can deliver it toBaby Stefan. Here’s hoping it will keep him warm and wrapped in lovewellbeyond his toddler years.
In other happy news, there’s a new resident feline in the Portland White House. My husband and I had planned to visit the Oregon Humane Society yesterday but lastFriday night I got a call from my friend Colleen, who lives out in the country. Acalico cat, obviously hungry, had been hanging around her house all day,and was I interested in taking a look at her? Yes, please!
I picked the kittyupSaturday afternoon, and it was love at first sight.She was thoroughly checked out by our vet on Monday, who thinks sheis about one year old. She’s gotten all her shots, been treated for ear mites and fleas, and been microchipped and licensed. She is ours.
And she’s a beauty, don’t you agree?
What a mellow cat she has turned out to be, especially for a stray!Now that she knows there will be a next meal, she istotally relaxed. She absolutely adores my husband. This photo was taken on Sunday, the first full day we had her:
We have named her Cordelia, after thedaughter of King Lear. (We name all our cats after royalty and I figure literary royalty counts, too.) We call her Coco for short.
Four of nine blocks for my Mini Rings quilt, made using the QCR Mini (mini Quick Curve Ruler), are done.
I’ve run out of background fabric, awhite-on-white Michael Miller pindot. I could make more blocks using one of several other white-on-white prints in my stash but I am holding out for having allmy blocks the same. A little obsessive-compulsive, perhaps? Now I have to hope that the fabric I ordered on line is from a similar enough dye lot that no one can see the difference between the old and the new. You would be surprised, even with white and black fabrics, how much dye lots can differ.
Working on these blocks has helped take my mind off the loss of my little cat Theodora, subject of my previous post. Thank you so much to those of you who wroteconsoling commentson my blog. I cried the entire time I was writing that post, and I cried while reading the comments.
In the 35 years my husband Charlie and I have lived in this house, we’ve never been without a cat. If one of our cats died,there was at least one still at home to help ease the grief. Not so now, since Theo’s last feline companion, Elfie, died three years ago.
Charlie and I are going to the Oregon Humane Society next week, hopingto bring home acat (maybe two)in need of a”forever home.” Although it seems a little disloyal to Theo’s memory, I’ve already been on the OHS websitelooking at pictures and descriptions of available cats. There are some very sweet looking ones! We’ll choose an adult cat, since the older ones are not considered as adoptable as kittens.
By the time of my next post, there may be a new resident of the Portland White House.
My little cat Theodora – Theo for short – was put to sleep on Sunday.
Anyone who has ever had to say goodbye to a beloved pet knows how I am feeling right now. Pretty low. A wise friend, knowing that Theo’s days were numbered, told me last week, “We don’t own pets. They own us, and they own our hearts.” That has brought me comfort in the last few days, as Charlie and I adjust to life without Theo.
Theo has been part of our lives since the day in May1998 we found her behind acyclone fence at an abandoned electric station a few blocks from our home. She was so small we thought she was a kitten. She was cold, dirty, and hungry. Miraculously, she was also purring, riding high on my shoulder as I carried her home. She was coal black, with yellow eyes. She had no tail, just a little stub at the end of her rump.
With two cats at home, we weren’t looking for another cat. But that’s how it goes. We weren’t sure how Elfie and Isabelle would react. Elfie took to Theo right away; Belle simply ignored her.
We took the little black cat to our vet the next day for a checkup. He estimated she was about eight months old and thought she might be a Manx, as she had other characteristics of the breed besides the lack of a tail.
In keeping with our custom of naming our cats after royalty, we named this one Theodora after Empress Theodora, wife of Justinian, who ruled the Byzantine Empire from 527 to 565 AD. (One learns a bit of history being married to a history professor.)
Like her namesake, Theodora was imperious. She regularly demanded – and received — attention. She loved keeping company with Charlie in the study, curled up in the upholstered chair a few feet from hiscomputer. She loved hanging out with me in my sewing room, often usurpingmy chairwhen I got up to use the iron:
Theodora Stakes Her Claim
One of my favorite photos of Theo is this one, peering at me through mysewing machine, willing me to stop sewing and pay attention to her:
Hey!
In her later years, she liked to crawl under the covers at night and snuggle with us, and she would purr for the longest time before finally drifting off to sleep. The last couple of years she launched a nightly yowling campaign to coax us to bed, usually way before bedtime.
Theo’s coat remained a glossy black as she got older, although late in her life there were a few white hairs among all the black ones. And there was thatone white whisker. One time it fell out, and the new whisker that grew inwas also white:
Theo, the Cat with One White Whisker
As the years passed, we continued to refer to Theo as “the kitten” because she was so petite. At her peak she weighed 7½ pounds. At the end she was a little over 4 pounds. Despite a voracious appetite, she had been steadily losing weight over the last couple of years. She was being treated for thyroid disease and incipientkidney failure. By now she was alsocompletely deaf.
A few weeks ago problems associated with kidney disease began to surface. Wecould tell she was insome distress. After multiple trips to the vet,wehad to face the fact that, while we might try different treatments that would prolong Theo’s life, shewas nevergoing to get better. Wedidn’t want to wait until she was suffering greatly to make the decision about euthanasia.
My twin sister Diane (whose cat Alex lived to be 23) told me the other day, “In my next life Iwant to come back as a cat and live at the Portland White House.” I know Theo had a good life, and I am glad Charlie and I were able to provide that for her. But it doesn’t lessen the profound sadness we feel at her absence.
Even now, I expect to see her demanding to be fed or given treats every timeI walk into the kitchen. I catch myself looking for her in her favored napping spots: the chair in the study, the top of the clothes dryer, the rug on the heated bathroom floor, the mantel in the living room when the sun was just right, and yes, the chair in my sewing room.
When I was in Paris a year ago at this time, I bought a souvenir mug that featured a chat noir (black caten francais), partly because thecat reminded me of Theo (minus the tail). Theo wasn’t terribly photogenic. Even though she was a happy cat, in photos she always lookedlike she was scowling.Take a look at the cat on the mug. Doesn’t it look a lot like Theodora?
Theo’s Double
She was with us for exactly 18 years. RIP, kitten.
How did this stroke of good fortune come about? Well, Diane was supposed to join my husband and me for several days during our earlier stay. A family emergency (since resolved) kept her from coming. Her ticket was good for a year. Through a combination of luck and good timing, we were able to arrange this visit to coincide with a trip my friend Anna and her beau had scheduled to the United Kingdom.
Part of the deal is that we take care of her cat Buddy, whom I already adore:
Diane and I have a Big Birthday coming up next month (think Medicare). Is this not the perfect way to celebrate turning 65?
She’s tiny (under 6 pounds) but she’s mighty. I’m talking about mycat Theodora.Night and day, her demandsfor attention are endless.
Theois a frequent visitor in my sewing room, where she is either stealing my chair when my back is turned (see post here) or prowling around on my sewing table while I am trying to sew:
The older she gets (she’s 16 now), the more vocal she gets.Impossible to ignore!
Recently my little cat Theodora (Theo for short) hasdecided that the perfect spot for her afternoon nap is on the chair in my sewing room. You can guessthe problem. Most afternoons I am in my sewing room using that chair.
She waits till I am at the ironing board, with my back to my sewing table, and seizes her opportunity.When I turn around from the ironing board, this is what I see:
I gently evict her from my chair and sit down. Shestalks off.But she doesn’t leave. Ohno. Shelurks by the door,and the next time I head to the ironing boardshe makes her move:
I evict her again, not quite so gently this time, and sit back down. Next trip to the ironing board,same thing.I turn around, and there she is:
This continues till one of us gives up.If it’s Theo, shewanders offin search of another napping spot. If I cave in first, I move my chair aside (with Theo in it) and pull out the ricketyold wooden chair from the closet to sit on.
The most dramatic change in the bathroom during Week 4 of the renovationoccurred in the northwest corner. We went from this . . .
to this . . .
I can’t wait to see what itlooks like at the end of Week 5!
The subflooring has been covered with cement board in preparation forporcelain tile. The floor areaunder the windows on the northeast sideis being filled in with a self-leveling liquid, as it is significantly lower than the rest of the room.Here is Theo exploring the area:
This half of the bathroomwas originally a sleeping porch,measuring about 7½’ x 8′ and accessed by a door (no longer there) on the west wall.When we bought the house in 1981, this roomhadexterior siding on the two interior wallsyou see in the photo above. Thesloping cement floor and ill-fitting windowsrendered the roomunusable, one of the reasonswe incorporated it into a larger bathroom during the first remodel in1985. (Oh, how I wish I had taken “before” pictures!)
Now that all of the open spaces in the walls and floor have been covered up, it’s safe to let Theo have a good look around:
I hope you’ll come back next week for a good look yourself!
At the end of Week 1, some of the plumbing lines are in and most of the electrical work is done.
More lath and plaster, original to our 1913 home, was uncovered at the northwest end . . .
Northwest Corner
. . . in preparation for the shower. That rectangular frame is for a product niche.
At the opposite end of the room, thewest wall has beenframed for a pocket door:
The West Wall
We’re using the bathroom’s original five-panel door, I’m happy to say. The door used to swing to the inside, toward the north wall. Convertingto a pocket door is really going to open up that side of the bathroom.
It’s a little hard to see in the next photo, but the southwall is nowwired for three sconces:
The South Wall
The biggest challenge so farhas been keeping ourlittle black cat Theo away from the site. At the momentthere are openings in the walls and, over where the tub used to be,a large open space between the subfloor and the downstairs ceiling.Theois insatiably curious and would like nothing better than to investigateevery nook and cranny in the bathroom. She is tiny — she weighs just 6 pounds — and can wiggle into extremely small spaces.This is the cat that’s already used up one of her nine lives by going down thehot air ventin the kitchen andcoming up the one in the living room –via the furnace.
