I've been busy!

I just received the latest copy of the Handcock's of Paducah catalog and I was shocked to see how busy I've been!

There is no other explanation. According to the recent Hancock's of Paducah catalog I have accomplished WAY more than I realized. Obviously I am working in my sleep. I mean if I had been awake at the time, you would think I would have remembered designing the line of Desert batiks.
OR

It is possible that the nice people at Hancock's gave me credit for something I didn't do. I did design a quilt using those 10 batiks (a quilt which is not featured in the catalog) but I didn't design the fabric prints.

I did design the quilt on page 38 using the Tonga Batiks in the indigo shades. They don't mention my name, but they do have a nice "photo" of the quilt. That alone is pretty miraculous considering that I just put the final stitches in the binding of that quilt earlier this evening.

Wow, those Hancock guys are good, they managed to print the photo in the catalog before I finished the quilt! I don't blame them, that quilt is going to be extremely popular. The blue and white prints are crisp and clean and the pattern is very easy to make.

Actually, the Hancock "guys" are extremely nice people. Someone on their staff just took a few liberties with a computer generated image that I created before I started the quilt. I didn't even know that they had a copy of the crude printout I had created for the New York office. Thank goodness I didn't make any changes to the original design! Can you imagine if they ran this photo, offering the pattern and I had decided to make a star quilt instead?

Those little gremlins in catalog production hadn't finished their mischief yet. On pages 34 & 35 I was thrilled to see them feature our Daybreak and popular Jungle Fever patterns. But just above those photos I was a bit shocked to see that I was also given credit for designing their Building Blocks project! I didn't design that project, and I am not sure who did, but I hope that they understand that I had nothing to do with the mix up. I know I would be crushed if I was anxiously waiting to see my things in print and they were attributed to someone else!

I've been busy, but not THAT busy. After all, I'm still loosing 7 hours a week to running down hill! You and all the other runners in the park will be happy to know that I now have a pair of running pants that don't need suspenders!

Karen

Run, Run, As Fast As You Can

I did something momentous and completely out of character for me over the long holiday weekend. It may not seem significant to the rest of the world but I consider it an accomplishment. I ran a mile. Yep, a whole mile, and believe it or not, nobody was chasing me. Ok, the absolute truth is that it wasn’t a continuous mile, I only ran the down hill portions of a 3 mile route in our local park. It may not seem like much, but it is the furthest I have run since my freshman year in high school when I was forced to run a mile to pass gym class.

Where did this sudden burst of athletic enthusiasm come from? After we dropped our youngest at college I was pondering all of the changes in our life and decided that I should get serious about a regular exercise routine. The easiest way to get serious about exercise in our house is to tell my husband what you are thinking. He loves the “E” word. My husband is in great shape. I don’t have to add the words “for a man his age” to that statement. Cary is in better shape than most guys that are half his age. When I mentioned walking the park near our house he was all for it. To help me stay motivated he offered to walk with me each day, and he meant EACH and every day. There is no slacking off in Cary’s exercise world.

The walking part is actually quite enjoyable. The route through the park is beautiful, the weather has been perfect and I like getting an early start to my day. The bad part is that it takes about an hour to get ready and make that walk happen. Seven days a week. That is SEVEN hours out of my life. Seven valuable hours of SEWING time! Something had to be done. Convincing my walking partner, who considers a 3 mile walk a great way to “warm-up” his legs for a softball game, to skip a day or two was not an option. It seemed that the only way to speed things up is to start to run.

What the heck was I thinking?

Have you ever noticed that runners never look like they are having a good time? That is because they aren’t having fun. They are just trying to get home faster. It is either that or they are punishing themselves for some inexplicable sin they committed, like eating fries with their burger.

In my own personal, and I admit short, journey I have learned several things. The first of which is that yoga pants are for doing yoga, they are not made for running. Yoga is a gentle form of smooth exercise not at all like the jarring, pounding of feet on pavement. If you attempt to run in yoga pants, you will wish with all of your heart that you were also wearing suspenders. I also learned that I run with all the grace of a Clydesdale. My husbands size 12’s barely make a sound as they hit the pavement and my size 7½’s pound the pavement into submission. Then there is the fact that my face turns bright red when I exert myself. This has happened for as long as I can remember. It actually came in handy once when I attempted to mow our lawn and a neighbor was so concerned that I was going to drop dead that he insisted on finishing the job for me. Unfortunately nobody is offering to finish exercising for me.

Sunday we “ran” the lake at another local park. Once again I use that term lightly, we only jogged the downhill portions of the longer route. It was amusing watching the expressions of the runners that were traveling in the opposite direction. I think we were quite a sight. Cary, peacefully jogging beside me not having broken a sweat and me, beet red and desperately trying to control a pair of yoga pants with a mind of their own. One guy caught my husband’s eye and gave him the thumbs up. I imagine he was thinking “Nice of you to sacrifice your run to hang back with the little woman”. As he passed he probably added “I hope that guy has a cell phone to call the paramedics”.

The exercise hasn’t been all bad. I’ve made three new friends. Maybe you know them, Tylenol, Advil and Motrin.

Time to strap on the running shoes. Wish me luck!