Georgia

This is Georgia the one and only traveling roat gabbit (part goat, part rabbit). Georgia originated in Western Australia. She went to all the places that Gertrude did, including SW Iowa where her makeover was completed. Georgia became affixed to a little bag with velvet backing and golden cord. She's very much looking forward to her journey back home. Isn't Georgia gorgeous?

The Return

Do you remember Nanny Gertrude, the Traveling Goat? She journeyed to Charlotte's Cottage in Western Australia, Madison, Alabama, and Raceland in South Louisiana, and came back in a field of flowers, with blossoms in her hair, and bells around her neck. Nanny Gertie has even been given the most gorgeous properly dilated blue goat eye! She is affixed (as Martha would say) to an interesting tan quilt and lovely flowered journal. She is so thrilled, as I am, with her new identity. Thanks to all the artists who took care of her makeover.

Next Quilt Block

Here is Chris' block for the quilt club swap. She passed out the multi-colored fabric that is used in the corners of the nine patch.
I think she likes tea due to the beautiful tea cozy she felted awhile back. Thus the teapot in the center. The swap inspires me to use some of my weird stash.

Remembering Woody

Maybe I've posted this picture before. It is one of my favorites of me and my big fat cat Woody who died a couple of years ago at the age of 14. He had diabetes and loved ham. To my Danish blog friends, I've been singing "se den lille katte killing, nej hvor er den sød, den har fine hvide potter og en pelse så blød, den kan sige miow og spinne ligesom sin mor..........hen hvor muse bor.......I could go on, but am stuck on the last verse and I know I don't have all the words quite right. Maybe I need to find a Danish music CD. I could teach some fun songs to my grandboys.

Wanderings

Today I finished another pair of woolen socks, applied for retirement Social Security benefits and intereviewed for a job (very part time, nearby). My mantra today: I believe in life.

My Little Loom

Allow me to introduce my new rigid heddle loom received from my good husband for Christmas this year. He tracked down a receipt for yarn that I had purchased in the town where his mother lives, after having "visited" the loom with me at the store there. Never dreaming of having my own loom, I will now have to count on one of my weaving friends and/or one of my two weaving sisters to help me get started weaving in the New Year. I'm so excited. Isn't she pretty? I think I will name her "Jessie" for my mother who was the first loom weaver I knew.