Pillow Talk

Do you have extra pillows on your bed? When I walk by a home dec store, or see ads on TV or magazines, showing beds mounded with extra pillows, I am always reminded of a scene in "Along Comes Polly", a 2004 movie with Jennifer Aniston and Ben Stiller: 

I am guilty of having a few extra pillows. (Nothing like I've seen at shops, or was depicted in the movie clip.) I began using my own, sewn pillows 2020 when I participated in an online class with Lori Kennedy, using her book, "25 Days to Better Machine Quilting". Here's a post about the class. Here are a few pictures of some of the pillows I made: 

Recently I dressed our bed in a lighter, summer quilt. The colors of the quilt don't go with most of the pillows I had created.  I selected some fabrics from my stash and began making quick, "envelope back" pillows covers. 

The quilt was made from fabrics I collected on various travels.

It is Bonnie Hunter's Jamestown Landing quilt pattern. 

(Here is a Blog post about making the quilt.)

One of the fabrics I had was a nice soft blue blender. It needed something more. 

That 'more' became a reverse appliqué pattern of butterflies 

made using my embroidery machine. 

My bed may not be acceptable to a designer, but it is my bed and I love the new covers for the pillows!

 

Tucker Talks: The Good and the Bad

What an exciting week this has been....but it had humaniliating moments, too.

I had several chances to herd those big animals that the lady who feeds me calls "damn deer". One morning I had three of them all bunched together in my back yard.  We were having so much fun! Then, they decided to leave and they jumped the fence. I called to them, "Come back!" I called over and over but they bounded away. Then one morning there were four of them just over the fence. How frustrating. I told hem to come on in and play. They wouldn't. Then I said, if you won't come here, then go away. Skedaddle. They wouldn't. They just looked at me with their freaky big eyes, put their heads down and continued eating. This morning there were four in my front yard. Right there, beyond the sidewalk. You can see where the snow is all mushed up by their pointy little feet. I can't get to the front yard to herd hem, but I made a fuss and they left, slowly. Oh, how I wish I coulda been out there to show them where to go...and how fast they should get there!

One day that lady that feeds me went out. When she came back she had two brand new beds for me and Gypsy. Wow! They are clean, and fluffy and it will take me a while to break mine in and get my hair threaded into that fluffy stuff, and get it so it smells like the yard, and like me. I have my work cut out!

Then, the most terrible, humaniliating thing happened. That lady took me out and into a place that wasn't where the lady with shots is, and wasn't the place where they have all kinds of yummy smelling things and where they give me a treat when that lady buys something. This place was different. It smelled like dogs...but it also smelled....clean. The lady who feeds me left me there. I can't begin to describe the terrible things that were done to me. But....oh, this is so hard to share, but, look what they did to me. Just look! I am so glad I don't have to be walked at a campground where all the dogs could see me. I look like some sort of freaky poodle or something. You can almost see my hiney hole! Geesh, I hope my hair grows back soon!

Oh, I did show that lady who feeds me how I felt. Even though I couldn't bring "half the tree" into the house in my hind end, as she told the man at that smelly place, I did get those pretty white feet all dirty! Hah! You can take me out and get me all cleaned up, but I'll undo it any way I can!