The Girls (and Other Stories)

Oh my goodness, when is the blessed event?  How many do humans usually have?  Four? Six?  Whee!  Maybe we'll get a sister!

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No, you little goofballs.  I'm not expecting.  I just bought some loose-fitting tops.

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A while ago I watched a documentary about how Victorian era women inadvertently hurt themselves. One way was by wearing corsets. Females at every level of society from the highest born lady to the lowliest maid wore them. Some wore them not only during the day but at night as well. To not wear a corset was unthinkable; otherwise you were considered “loose”.

Being a modern woman, I declared that there was no way in heck I would wear one of those things! I guess I would have to be thought of as disreputable. Yes, that’s all there is to it. A trailblazer, I’d be! The one to lead all women in rebellion!

As always, life came up with a way of making me eat my words.

Over time, I’ve had increasing nerve issues. There is one in my torso (where a certain undergarment rests) that causes me enough distress to make it difficult for me to breathe. During the winters I was able to skirt the issue by wearing bulky clothing and avoiding the “certain undergarment”, but I didn’t know what I would do if the pain continued at its current level over the summer.

I researched what alternatives were available online. Most women seemed to have trouble with straps/shoulders, so there were a lot of suggestions. With those of us who have problems with the band, our options seem to be either wearing a cami or making peace with how you look going natural.

“No, I could never do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I would look like a loose woman!”

“Ooh, what a trailblazer you are.”

This spring I spent way more time than I’d care to admit wearing overalls and looking online for loose-fitting, shirred, garishly printed tops that might disguise my naturalness. Depending on your stage of life when wearing one, the tops I found might be mistaken for maternity wear. They might also look like what apple-shaped old ladies wear with polyester pants.

I’m hoping mine are mistaken for maternity.

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As long as I can still be your baby during thunderstorms, I don’t care what you wear.

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An Armed Forces Themed Alphabet Quilt is a great way to introduce little ones to the world Mommy and/or Daddy work in. it could be a gift to a hero who has already served.

Each picture is hand appliqued and hand embroidered. There is an incredible amount of detail in this piece, taking hundreds of hours of work. The method used for making this type of quilt is paper-basting applique which is done entirely by hand. First each block is broken down into colors, then paper pattern pieces are created for each color. Starting from the background to the foreground, each each layer is sewn with tiny stitches, then pull the paper out either from the back or the side. After this, all details are embroidered by hand. Once assembled, the quilt top, batting and backing are basted and quilted. The binding is also applied by hand. The border on this quilt is quilted in a stars and stripes swag design. Quilt has not been pre-washed, so when you do wash it, it will develop that lovely, crinkled look. Each quilt I make is not only a quilt, but a work of art.

This Armed Forces Alphabet Quilt and other fine gifts are available at my shop at L Bowman Studios.

I Told You It Would Be Mine

What? This is mine.

(If I don’t look at her, she can’t see me.)

All it took was a little rain, and Murphy was scared enough to take over the new quilt. (It’s a good thing he’s so cute.)

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Dream Our World

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Discover what Murphy’s two Cairn brothers are up to when no one is looking as you travel with them to the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World .

Inside the museum, Geordie and Toby view the world of art from a canine perspective while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun. There are many hidden gems inside Dream Our World, and it is a joy for all ages. Treat yourself to a read that is both fun and educational!

Dream Our World, and other fine gifts, are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.

Cattywampus (Or “When One Thing Each Day” Goes Wrong)

I started out making a baby quilt to donate, but it ended up being a full-sized quilt for my own bed…with matching shams.

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I tried again with different fabric. I wanted to make something to give away, and….it turned into an apron that I kept.

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After all that effort I didn’t end up getting rid on anything, but I lie to myself that my situation is better because my fabric is no longer in a jumble in a bag.

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Why didn’t you make a blanket for my bed? I like blankets.

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Dream Our World

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Discover what Murphy’s two Cairn brothers are up to when no one is looking as you travel with them to the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World .

Inside the museum, Geordie and Toby view the world of art from a canine perspective while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun. There are many hidden gems inside Dream Our World, and it is a joy for all ages. Treat yourself to a read that is both fun and educational!

Dream Our World, and other fine gifts, are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.

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…

See the source image

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!

Madison House wall hanging sized quilt.

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.

 

 

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 ).

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.

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER