This antique beauty was gifted to her forever home yesterday. It was an honor to complete it.
The quilt top was found in the attic while one of my best friends was helping clean out her grandma's house a couple of years ago during a move to assisted care. We're guessing by the fabrics that it was made in the 1930s or 1940s, probably by my friend's great-grandma. Her grandma recently passed, and yesterday I was able to gift the completed quilt as a surprise for my friend's mom at the memorial. Tears were shed, hugs were shared. It will be cherished.
This 36″ x 36″ quilt is the third in what is becoming a series about the seven deadly sins. Our current state of capitalism is an economic system that depends on rampant consumerism and overconsumption of resources for its success, resulting in a world governed by greed. I was consciously and subconsciously inspired by the Beholder from the world of Dungeons & Dragons; Audrey II from Little Shop…
Sometimes, life gets in the way of life. That is the only thing I can say. It has been nearly a year since I have written a blog post. There are a host of reasons. I haven’t stopped quilting. I don’t think I would ever stop doing that. It is likely the only thing that keeps me sane.
This quilt top was made during the guild retreat. It was a lovely retreat back in March. Much fun was had by all.…
Greek post-punks /new wavers riding a bus in Athens ca. 1983 while the rest of the passengers pretend to act cool in their presence, as captured bu Manuel Gallagos.
This is actually Nikos Samiotakis, aka ‘Von Klaus’, drummer of the early Athenian post-punk band FMQ with a friend. The greek punk scene was kind of a late bloomer due to political instability till the mid-’70s as well as the country’s slow transition to democracy. Punk and new wave were really obscure subcultures (so encounters like the one captured in the photo were not exactly an everyday experience), and FMQ [George Makridis (bass), Takis Polichronopoulos (vocals), Natassa 'Streuberg' Sireggela (keyboards), Katerina 'Elle' Perpinia (guitar/vocals) & Nikos 'Von Klaus' Samiotakis (drums)], who were founded in 1981, were amongst the earliest acts of a scene which reached its glory days by the mid-’80s.
YIPPEE ive been waiting for an excuse to post this! i wrote this a while back and never finished it, so i cleaned it up abit! this takes place after Zebu passes out in fmq, chapter 5 :)
He didn’t expect the squirt to still be near that… that freezing place.
But when Snatcher teleported to them he felt everything around him turn frigid. He pretended he didn’t care. Which he didn’t, but it still bothered him.
Finding where Zebu was wasn’t an issue though. He found the faint string that kept them tied to the world, and Snatcher materialized into the physical plane. “Hey, squirt! Just checking in to… jeez, did you fall in the lake?”
Zebu looked up at the manor, then back down at the ice shards. “In a sense?” they handed him something else out of their bag, but he didn’t pay attention to whatever it was. “I mean, at least I got these.”
Snatcher subconsciously transported the items into his voidspace. “Yeah, okay, cool, but literally, what happened to you?”
Zebu thought for a few seconds too long to the simple question, then said, “This is a really stupid question, but when you fall out of a place that’s not near water… can you somehow get into water? Even if there was something over the water.” they thought for a moment, then added, “Hypothetically.”
“...No? Did you almost drown and get brain damage?”
Snatcher watched the little confidence on their face dissipate, and sighed. “I could have sworn… nevermind, it doesn’t m- matter…”
Zebu looked past him, and Snatcher turned around to see what they were looking at. Nothing. When he looked back, he saw them teeter, then their eyes rolled back and they fell to the snow with a muffled thud.
Well, shit.
they weren't…
No. they weren't dead. Just unconscious.
Whatever, not my fault, not my problem, Snatcher thought, drifting towards the gates of the Manor. He looked back for a second.
And they just looked so…
Exhausted.
And cold.
Snatcher sighed. He flew back over, and scooped Zebu up in his arms, reminded of all the times his sister did the same when he was half asleep at his desk, way back when he was about their age. Their clothes were soaked and clung to them, he worried that they would get hypothermia. He held them tighter against his fire-mage core.
As he passed over the bridge and drifted towards the treehouse Zebu seemed so fond of, he heard a voice. “Damn, what’d you make the newbie do this time?” Camellia said, dragging an axe coated in fresh blood.
“I didn’t make her do shit. They just fell in the lake, that’s all.”
“Sooo… you gonna help ‘em?”
He deadpanned. “No, Cam, I'm gonna let them freeze.”
Cam used the skirts of her torn dress to wipe off your axe. “Dude, I don't know how much I need to spell it out to you, but—”
“...but what?”
She laughed to herself. “You know what, nevermind.”
“Well what's that supposed to mean?!”
“Go take care of your contractor, dude.”
Snatcher grumbled to himself, floating up the tall, red-leafed tree. He gently placed Zebu next to their stuff. Snatcher realized they were shivering.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then, he gently placed one of his talons on their arm, focusing on their faint body heat.
In a puff of steam, the water that they were drenched in vaporized into the air.
They stirred, and he placed a blanket over them.
“spell it out to you”... pfft, I'm just taking care of my contractor! That's not strange, Snatcher thought as he drifted away.
