End of an Era?

After seeing the small piggy quilt I recently made, a friend asked me to make a larger one for her. As I was putting it together I realized that making it had used up all of my muslin and batting. My first thought was to start watching for sales to stock up again, but then I wondered if perhaps the time to retire hadn’t come. After all, how often can one make a clean break from something without having leftovers to deal with?

Piggy Bank

Schweinhund

When Pigs Fly

So little piggies, run free and be happy knowing that you might be the last of your kind.

If they’re not real bacon, I really couldn’t care what you do with those blasted pigs.

Cairn terrier puppy tears up box of tissues.

If you think you are going to do something other than pay attention to me, you’re crazy.

I will make you stop working!

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Come join the boys on an adventure at the Museum of the Imagination where they explore the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun!

Dream Our World is available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.

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Of Clowns and Purslane

Picture of clown

Ecch! What happened to you? I think I'm allergic to purslane.

Little dog sits on chair and writes in his diary.

Dear Diary, It would appear that purslane turns humans into clowns. Perhaps a more aggressive program of weed eradication may have saved the children of Derry from being pulled into the sewers.

Dear Diary,

It would appear that purslane turns humans into clowns. Perhaps a more aggressive program of weed eradication might have saved the children of Derry from being pulled into the sewers…

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Purslane. (Not my image.)

An innocent afternoon of pulling weeds has left me with eyes itchy and swollen shut. This weed is still a mystery to me. It doesn’t flower, so pollen isn’t the problem. It seems that if it touches my skin, my face swells. I wear gloves to weed, but the coating on the gloves cracked, and I guess I got a dose of plant ichor.

For the next few days I had best not carry balloons lest the children of the neighborhood run in terror from me.

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Memory quilt near window

close up of memory quilt

Speaking of quilts…

After my grandmother passed away, I asked for her nightgowns. I used them to make the hearts on a series of Memory Quilts that I shared with various family members.

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If you would like to have a quilt that I have made – this one perhaps? – I now have checkout at my website!

This Madison House Quilt is 41″ square. It is made of three layers of 100% cotton with the quilting and binding done by hand. You can see more by clicking here.

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Today I Am A Man!

Sketch of Doberman peeing on a pole with his leg lifted.

Now I am a man too! In your face! This might mean more if you weren't carrying your stuffies around all the time.

Stuffies aren't manly?

CAirn terrier lies next to stuffed toys.

Stuffies are too manly!!

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Without much to do during this lock down, I am expecting a baby boom late this year and early next. If it happens that you will be welcoming a new life to your family or circle of friends, consider giving him or her a beautiful handmade quilt.

Handmade ASL/American Sign Language Quilt with stuffed monkey posing on top.

Handmade American Sign Language/ASL Quilt

This ASL/American Sign Language Quilt is crib sized (41.5″ x 47.25″) and is an original design of mine. The quilt is made using hand applique, hand embroidery and hand quilting techniques, so it is quite time consuming to make. The shell is entirely cotton with a cotton/bamboo batting.

If you can help my quilt find a happy home, I would be most appreciative. (The cost is $725 with shipping determined by ZIP code. You can contact me here or through my website L Bowman Studios ).

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A Late Easter Post

Snowy night scene.

Robin's egg sitting on porch step.

What a difference from last year to this year! Last Easter brought a tiny robin’s egg to our step. This year brought 6″ of snow.

I happen to love these early morning, above freezing snows, so I wasn’t disappointed to wake up to a frosted wonderland. It is so magical to be outside in the cold, damp, fresh-smelling air. I am fortunate that my pups love this kind of weather as well. (Sorry. My battery died before I could get a better picture of the snow.)

On this morning, Toby was so excited to see the snow that he practically burst through the front door to get to it. I put him on his 50′ leash and just let him run and run as much and as fast as he wanted. Scratch that. There is no such thing as enough time in the snow to Toby. Geordie wasn’t quite as thrilled as his brother, but I was happy that he got to see another snow.

It is still hard on me knowing that this will be my little boy’s last birthday and his last snowfall. It is the natural course of events, but it is still hard. I have been trying to give him everything he could possibly want, but instead of making a happy pup, I have created a tyrant. Geordie was always strong willed, but now that he realizes that I won’t push him, he is taking advantage. Will I stop? Of course not. An obnoxious pup is a small price to pay for allowing myself to feel that I’ve done everything I can for him.

I am nowhere near finished telling stories of the times we have spent together. You can catch up on what we’ve been doing with out latest book Poopiter.

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