Priscilla Ahn

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Priscilla Ahn

Quilting

One thing some people may not know about me is that I LOVE quilting. Unfortunately, time and means have limited my quilting for the last few years. To make up for it, I have helped many other people work on their quilts, and many of these quilts have been successfully completed. I have taken a small amount of pride in their lovely work, but that is not the same thing as having a beautiful quilt finished yourself. Now that my thesis is completed and the diploma in hand, I have really wanted to start again but my love of expensive fabric has still been a limiting factor.

However, my desire to quilt has finally exceeded a reasonable level and this has forced me to overcome a fear that I have had. That fear is a fear of making scrap quilts. For those of you who don't know, a scrap quilt can be made with any pattern, but instead of going out and purchasing coordinating fabric, you use fabric left over from other projects and can make them as coordinating or not, as you please. I have a great fear of this, largely because I am never really confident in the coordination of such random fabric and am worried that I will go through all of the work of completing a quilt and not even like how it turns out due to the fabric selection.

As I said, my desire to quilt has forced me to overcome this fear and my mother has shared her library of scrap fabrics in order that I might once again enter the world of quilting.

So here are the fabrics that I have chosen:


And here is the pattern that I am using (it is a quilt my mom made recently):


When it is all done, I will post a picture of it for all to see. And then you can be a judge of how you feel about scrap quilts...

Hey!

Last night, Joseph and I were sitting in our room talking when Austin walked in and, with his hands on his hips, stated loudly, "Hey!" trying to get our attention. We continued talking and did not immediately acknowledge his attempts to talk with us. Growing impatient, he yelled loudly, "Hey!" Once again, we were mid-conversation and continued talking. Finally he yelled, "Hey old man!"

Wow. We're not quite sure where he learned that one. Needless to say, it stopped our conversation right away because we were laughing so hard.

Small house or long cord?

So, the other day I vacuumed my entire house without unplugging the vacuum. I never had to move the plug from the outlet and I got every nook and cranny in my house clean. As a note, the outlet it was plugged into was not in the center of the house. It was in one of the corners of the house.

Hmmm. Does that mean that I have a very small house, or a very long cord?