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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:55:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Quilted Turtle</title><description>The crazy crafty life of a Mackinac Island mom...</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><geo:lat>45.856777</geo:lat><geo:long>-84.626434</geo:long><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheQuiltedTurtle" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-8836146287712364459</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T20:41:29.218-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jg6hPJI/AAAAAAAACqo/Nunt3I2vVfY/s1600-h/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jg6hPJI/AAAAAAAACqo/Nunt3I2vVfY/s400/ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402630213603507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jfosuYI/AAAAAAAACqg/RTLH93eAORg/s1600-h/set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jfosuYI/AAAAAAAACqg/RTLH93eAORg/s400/set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402630213260327298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jGzC4tI/AAAAAAAACqY/aWImCiisvhM/s1600-h/go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jGzC4tI/AAAAAAAACqY/aWImCiisvhM/s400/go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402630206592836306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_i7lGanI/AAAAAAAACqQ/D_WhX3_SXOU/s1600-h/not+quite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_i7lGanI/AAAAAAAACqQ/D_WhX3_SXOU/s400/not+quite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402630203581557362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately the post-cast X-ray showed a small crack remaining in one of his bones.  Not really a big deal unless he falls on it. Which makes it a big deal because asking my son not to fall is like asking him not to breathe - completely and utterly impossible. So, he's sporting a molded plastic splint for the next three weeks just to be safe. This one is removable so he can take it off to bathe and sleep. Plus, it doesn't restrict the use of his elbow or hand so it doesn't bother him nearly as much as the cast did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the pack rat, I mean sentimental mother in me saved the cast. I just couldn't part with it - it looked so small once it was off. So now it resides in his "special stuff to be saved" box in his closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-8836146287712364459?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/exN7nLZzxMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/11/parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Svn_jg6hPJI/AAAAAAAACqo/Nunt3I2vVfY/s72-c/ready.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-6243958862831567819</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T14:19:53.233-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekend Sewing Sew Along</category><title>Weekend Sewing Project #4</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Flower Girl Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAfSUKuUI/AAAAAAAACpw/FC7fnsFpSng/s1600-h/w+s+dress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAfSUKuUI/AAAAAAAACpw/FC7fnsFpSng/s400/w+s+dress+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401434971825682754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit that I am very happy I didn't try to make this dress right after Weekend Sewing first came out. Then I wouldn't have had the benefit of the experiences of all the people who made this dress before me, got really frustrated, and then blogged about it (or discussed their experiences &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/1012922@N24/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  Gosh all their comments were helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAfpmcLAI/AAAAAAAACp4/MQ9wCOxv5tA/s1600-h/w+s+dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAfpmcLAI/AAAAAAAACp4/MQ9wCOxv5tA/s400/w+s+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401434978076339202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew the dress ran quite small and that I would need to measure my daughter and not trust the sizing and I knew it would be really hard to get on and off so I added a side zipper. I however didn't know it was going to be almost floor length!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAf42Nv7I/AAAAAAAACqA/qeW67GE5SA8/s1600-h/w+s+dress+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAf42Nv7I/AAAAAAAACqA/qeW67GE5SA8/s400/w+s+dress+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401434982169034674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up six inches in the hem and it still almost hits the tops of my daughter's feet. When I have some time I'm going to shorten it, but then again, some grow tucks might look cute, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also knew that making the straps adjustable might be a good thing.  (Anything to extend the length of time a garment is wearable.) Unfortunately I'm really frustrated about something today (we're all fine and healthy, so don't worry)  and decided to take my aggression out on the poor little pearl snaps as I installed them. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXDsEcZP7I/AAAAAAAACqI/mkgaTf4jsRo/s1600-h/w+s+dress+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXDsEcZP7I/AAAAAAAACqI/mkgaTf4jsRo/s400/w+s+dress+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401438489975275442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the cracked snaps, I think it is pretty cute. The fabric was from my stash; leftover from an exchange student who gave up on the quilt she was making her dad after she discovered boys. I suggested she take it home with her. She didn't want it, so it has been sitting in my cupboard for a little over three years. The zipper was in my stash too. I think I cut it out of a sweater I felted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly fabric was going to be her backing fabric so I have lots of it. If you've got any cute ideas for me on other ways to use it, I'm all ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-6243958862831567819?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/nDhp2AXkqSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-sewing-project-4.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvXAfSUKuUI/AAAAAAAACpw/FC7fnsFpSng/s72-c/w+s+dress+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-1270704781580674983</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T20:21:32.145-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">misc.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>First Snow</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvNh_Kdej3I/AAAAAAAACpg/M5XQGs1f7xU/s1600-h/first+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvNh_Kdej3I/AAAAAAAACpg/M5XQGs1f7xU/s400/first+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400768115915001714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It snowed on Mackinac Island today - twice. Once this afternoon at about 1:30 and again at about 5:00. The early snow was sloppy and mixed with rain, but walking home this afternoon we relished trying to catch flakes on our tongues. Well, until it started coming down so hard that it stung our faces! The best part was, once we looked closely, we found lots of little hexagonal  flakes. According to &lt;a href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/%7Eatomic/snowcrystals/class/class.htm"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, that kind of snowflake is a "rimed stellar plate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvN2UVcsY5I/AAAAAAAACpo/zUaVbtcPwYA/s1600-h/flake.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvN2UVcsY5I/AAAAAAAACpo/zUaVbtcPwYA/s400/flake.php.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400790469874312082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you didn't get any snow today, you can pop on over &lt;a href="http://snowflakes.barkleyus.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make and save your very own snowflakes. I think the kids and I may make a few tomorrow and decorate the dining room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-1270704781580674983?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/TVaDiNj0iss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-snow.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SvNh_Kdej3I/AAAAAAAACpg/M5XQGs1f7xU/s72-c/first+snow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-3137904677679471176</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T18:26:48.142-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">science</category><title>I Heart Science</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqJxQC65ppI/AAAAAAAACak/OZRFlBrebAc/s512/maker%20faire%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 384px; display: block; height: 512px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqJxQC65ppI/AAAAAAAACak/OZRFlBrebAc/s512/maker%20faire%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My son playing with a musical instrument at the Mini&lt;br /&gt;Maker Faire in Ann Arbor, MI. The instrument plays a&lt;br /&gt;different note when different beams of light are broken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm a geek. But that's OK because it is my inherently geeky nature made &lt;a href="http://pewresearch.org/sciencequiz/"&gt;this little quiz&lt;/a&gt; catch my eye. It is a 12 question quiz that asks questions about general science topics as well as recent scientific findings that have been in the news. The best part is at the end, you get to see how you scored compared to other average people. Pop on over and test your knowledge - c'mon,  you know you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about why some kids like science and others don't. Sure some of it is inherent personality, but I think it is also whether or not kids see science as fun and part of their daily lives. My husband and I sure do; it's part of the reason we went to the Maker Faire. (A Maker Faire is an event started by &lt;a href="http://makezine.com/magazine/"&gt;Make Magazine&lt;/a&gt; to "celebrate arts, crafts, engineering, science projects and the Do-It-Yourself mindset.") We try to find events and activities to get them interested in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGHBRvNY8I/AAAAAAAACZI/9PsupSo3T-M/s1600-h/110_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377727886068114370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGHBRvNY8I/AAAAAAAACZI/9PsupSo3T-M/s400/110_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter loved this musical instrument she discovered at the Faire. It involves a spinning disk, magnets, a camera, and a computer. The computer recognizes the positions of the black points and depending on their locations, plays a different note. She loved it so much, and my husband is always looking for new and interesting projects, that he got in touch with the designer and now has the code to build his own. (How fun is that going to be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids also loved this little gizmo an eight year-old girl and her dad build out of an old CD player motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGG_0VbnTI/AAAAAAAACYw/uXDMRPgCQyE/s1600-h/110_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377727860995497266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGG_0VbnTI/AAAAAAAACYw/uXDMRPgCQyE/s400/110_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGHAb1CMkI/AAAAAAAACY4/-sesyVzpXUc/s1600-h/110_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377727871597032002" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGHAb1CMkI/AAAAAAAACY4/-sesyVzpXUc/s400/110_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you do to get / keep your kids interested in science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-3137904677679471176?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/6x8fq0tWRMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-science.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SqGHBRvNY8I/AAAAAAAACZI/9PsupSo3T-M/s72-c/110_0079.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-454093085323074405</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T05:42:00.123-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Happy Halloween</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuuLEYNrgzI/AAAAAAAACpM/qsfZ6SGETG0/s1600-h/Ed+Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuuLEYNrgzI/AAAAAAAACpM/qsfZ6SGETG0/s400/Ed+Pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398561485669237554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone that knows me knows I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barenaked_Ladies"&gt;Barenaked Ladies&lt;/a&gt; fan. (I'll pause for a moment as my old roommates shudder at the memory of &lt;u&gt;If I had a Million Dollars&lt;/u&gt; played over, and over.) Hence, Ed Robertson's face carved into a pumpkin. This is by far my most complicated portrait pumpkin to date. I must admit - they look a lot harder to carve then they really are. All you need is a good photo, carbon paper, and linoleum carving tools (similar to &lt;a href="http://www.misterart.com/store/imagepreview.cfm?group_id=1945"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.) If I remember, I'll do a tutorial next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuuLEjUapBI/AAAAAAAACpU/RCV00rXLWi4/s1600-h/trick+or+treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuuLEjUapBI/AAAAAAAACpU/RCV00rXLWi4/s400/trick+or+treat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398561488650282002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-454093085323074405?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/fyoSA3HZzlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuuLEYNrgzI/AAAAAAAACpM/qsfZ6SGETG0/s72-c/Ed+Pumpkin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-2825848674871274491</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T20:45:11.581-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Introducing</title><description>my new best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398175942370022322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuosazgGU7I/AAAAAAAACos/pwCT1VYWtHw/s400/tamiflu+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Presumed H1N1 has hit Mackinac Island with a vengeance. 24% of our kids were sick on Tuesday and 30% of the kids were out of school on Wednesday. So the principal sent us home yesterday with orders not to return until Monday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to our doctor, people born before 1958 are at extremely low risk for getting sick with H1N1. She said a very similar flu went around sometime in the 60s or early 70s and most older folks are immune. So the kids and I hopped on the 9:00 am boat this morning and have had a wonderful day visiting with Great Grandma Mary and Grandpa Jack. (Both born &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt; before '58.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't worry - we aren't infecting the folks down here - their schools have been closed longer than the island's has...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-2825848674871274491?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/TaoCTY9hs2c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SuosazgGU7I/AAAAAAAACos/pwCT1VYWtHw/s72-c/tamiflu+011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-14941484041588583</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T19:59:17.989-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><title>Fruity Fun</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-pQPBMdI/AAAAAAAACng/Fz-ZijN-DU0/s1600-h/fruit+skirt+and+shirt+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-pQPBMdI/AAAAAAAACng/Fz-ZijN-DU0/s400/fruit+skirt+and+shirt+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397421925624525266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I picked up this fruit fabric a while back when I had a Jo-Ann's coupon. I didn't really have a plan for it, it just looked fun. I mean who can resist brightly colored fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a pile of 3T jeans that still fit my daughter in the waist, but they are a few inches too short so she really couldn't wear them. I couldn't bear to waste them so I've  started turning them into skirts. Well, actually, this is my first one. I cut off the legs, evened up the cut and then stitched on a tube of gathered fabric. (I used probably 40 inch (about 1 meter) long strip to make the tube.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-ptL8cvI/AAAAAAAACno/zhQUhwWOnk4/s1600-h/fruity+skirt+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-ptL8cvI/AAAAAAAACno/zhQUhwWOnk4/s400/fruity+skirt+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397421933396259570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The shirt is my favorite part of the whole outfit. I picked up the T-shirt on sale at Wal-Mart for $2.00 and just &lt;a href="http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tutorial-raw-edge-applique-shirt.html"&gt;raw edge appliqued&lt;/a&gt; the apples onto it. I just love how it turned out. I think the skirt and the shirt together probably took less than two hours from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-pYZjnuI/AAAAAAAACnY/6Xab0yuQmD0/s1600-h/apple+applique+shirt+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-pYZjnuI/AAAAAAAACnY/6Xab0yuQmD0/s400/apple+applique+shirt+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397421927816208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The apple shirt still needs another washing or two to fray nicely, but I couldn't resist sharing. Partially because &lt;a href="http://crazymomquilts.blogspot.com/2009/10/bibs.html"&gt;Amanda Jean&lt;/a&gt; posted about using the same fabric just the other day, and because I'm just so pleased with how it all turned out. Now I just have to get my daughter to wear the darn thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SueDaydz0BI/AAAAAAAACn4/BoMhOwY-L94/s1600-h/apple+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SueDaydz0BI/AAAAAAAACn4/BoMhOwY-L94/s400/apple+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397427174673469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-14941484041588583?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/EDmD0oEJOlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/fruity-fun.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Sud-pQPBMdI/AAAAAAAACng/Fz-ZijN-DU0/s72-c/fruit+skirt+and+shirt+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-5985699905874957491</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T10:07:31.328-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><title>Skinny Minny</title><description>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395132558781089026" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/St9cekJKhQI/AAAAAAAACm4/GehQXjiH0bk/s400/smaller+pants+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have small children. Yes, they are small as in young, but they are also  small as in small when  compared to other children of the same age. My son (whom I'll refer to as "Slim" in this post,) at age five is wearing 3T shirts and 4T pants - as long as they have an adjustable waist. I've got to pull that elastic in as small as it will go to get the pants to stay up on him.  Remember that &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StsypFHqZ6I/AAAAAAAACjo/nKTnXiUWR3U/s1600-h/trick-or-treat+09+small.jpg"&gt;Peter Pan costume&lt;/a&gt;? I made him the size 3T with the 4T length so I knew it would fit - and even then he can still wear a pair of blue jeans underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, (also known as "Legs") is not quite as skinny as her brother. She's three and wearing 3T shirts, but she's tall so she needs 4T pants - again with an adjustable waist pulled way in. Needless to say, dressing these two can be a challenge sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of little girl pants these days don't come with an adjustable waist. I know I could hand sew in button holes and &lt;em&gt;create&lt;/em&gt; an adjustable waist, but that would take oodles of time which I'd rather spend doing something else. This little fix seemed better to me. I just zig-zagged in a piece of elastic in the back of the pant to pull the waist in. Hooray! A pair of 4T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-jeans &lt;/span&gt;that fit her little tummy. It's like a whole new world of fashion has opened it's doors to her. Look out stretch pants - here she comes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-5985699905874957491?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/7PTY9QydqRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/skinny-minny.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/St9cekJKhQI/AAAAAAAACm4/GehQXjiH0bk/s72-c/smaller+pants+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-712559206330068467</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 10:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T06:44:41.658-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Lovely</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stt6B5-hROI/AAAAAAAACkA/di6o5yW6khA/s1600-h/fall+grand+hotel_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394039151867806946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stt6B5-hROI/AAAAAAAACkA/di6o5yW6khA/s400/fall+grand+hotel_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have trotted around the globe and back again in pursuit of my duties and the quest of pleasure; I have been privileged to look upon many of the world's fairest scenes... and I know of no locality so lovely as this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Spoken by a nameless retired English army officer who was "a nature lover with an eye to the beautiful," and quoted in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mackinac Island and Sault Ste. Marie - Picturesque &amp;amp; Legendary&lt;/span&gt; by Stanley Newton, published in 1909.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz9F6AB8hI/AAAAAAAAClo/nOdWq6571zM/s1600-h/horse+and+buggy_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464731593568786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz9F6AB8hI/AAAAAAAAClo/nOdWq6571zM/s400/horse+and+buggy_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I must say, I wholeheartedly agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your neck of the woods look like this time of year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-712559206330068467?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/zdsW2Xptyh8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovely.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stt6B5-hROI/AAAAAAAACkA/di6o5yW6khA/s72-c/fall+grand+hotel_small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-2713687815520773549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T15:11:18.480-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Autumn Love</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 319px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391077061149448578" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StD0BiKR2YI/AAAAAAAACjQ/kZpCc_TC8bI/s400/fall+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two other teachers and I took the entire Mackinac Island kindergarten through fifth grade (all 29 of them) to the &lt;a href="http://www.justaplainfarm.com/"&gt;pumpkin patch&lt;/a&gt; the other day.  And while it involved confronting my worst fear, it was a &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm always nervous taking kids, specifically &lt;em&gt;other people's kids&lt;/em&gt;, off the island on field trips because I worry about losing one of them. (Probably all teachers do.) It puts my stomach in knots just thinking about it. Despite the fact that we count, recount and then recount again just to make sure,  I always have this nagging feeling that I am missing someone. Thank goodness I never have - all that counting and recounting ( not to mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;good kids) has paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, with that in mind picture this -me (the worried counter)  letting my students lose in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 265px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391077071189811266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StD0CHkFoEI/AAAAAAAACjY/3YKGNXope5s/s400/plain+farm+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the corn maze. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Talk about facing one's fears! Now each group had a parent with them, the kids loved it, and they all had a &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; time. You'll have to take my word for how much fun a rousing game of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polo &lt;/span&gt;is inside a corn maze. Once we were all back together (and accounted for - twice) I stopped sweating and was able to admit just what a great time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I didn't worry the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;time - while in the maze I was able to pick up a shopping bag full of popcorn to dry and enjoy later this fall. Mmmmmmmmmm fresh popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-2713687815520773549?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/yw3FF0NCyvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/autum-love.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StD0BiKR2YI/AAAAAAAACjQ/kZpCc_TC8bI/s72-c/fall+leaves.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-6687912646101559053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T06:44:00.405-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekend Sewing Sew Along</category><title>Weekend Sewing Project #3</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Everything Tote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6Ib3TQ8I/AAAAAAAACk4/xqUj21lARxo/s1600-h/everything+tote+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6Ib3TQ8I/AAAAAAAACk4/xqUj21lARxo/s400/everything+tote+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394461476508615618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how big this bag is! It fills my entire bike basket plus the purple paisley just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6HbDKOBI/AAAAAAAACko/RPvojoe3y4U/s1600-h/everything+tote+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6HbDKOBI/AAAAAAAACko/RPvojoe3y4U/s400/everything+tote+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394461459110049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make another one I plan on doing the handles differently. I didn't really do them the way the book suggests and I'm not thrilled about the way mine turned out They aren't exactly "shoulder friendly" but that's OK - live and learn. (Could it be that I skimmed the directions and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;I understood? Not me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6H6gkRpI/AAAAAAAACkw/TnPMjnjRaVc/s1600-h/everything+tote+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6H6gkRpI/AAAAAAAACkw/TnPMjnjRaVc/s400/everything+tote+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394461467554891410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't line my handles either. I checked Heather Ross' &lt;a href="http://heatherross.squarespace.com/storage/errata.pdf"&gt;errata page&lt;/a&gt; so I knew I needed one yard of each fabric (instead of the .5  yard listed in the book) but even that wasn't enough. I had to piece my handle pieces, which was a bit of a pain since they were cut on the bias. But, since it was corduroy the seams don't really show. When I make this bag again (and I probably will) I will buy 1.5 yards just to make sure I don't have to piece the handles again.  Oh yeah, and I'll pay closer attention to the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-6687912646101559053?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/R7ZCIli0xb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-sewing-project-3.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stz6Ib3TQ8I/AAAAAAAACk4/xqUj21lARxo/s72-c/everything+tote+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-3977347368853104833</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T20:05:37.102-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Finished</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StsypFHqZ6I/AAAAAAAACjo/nKTnXiUWR3U/s1600-h/trick-or-treat+09+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StsypFHqZ6I/AAAAAAAACjo/nKTnXiUWR3U/s400/trick-or-treat+09+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393960660036642722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ghostie&lt;/span&gt; and Peter Pan are ready for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My son's costume was easy - everything I made for him used commercial patterns. (Shirt: &lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B6295.htm?search=6295&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Butterick&lt;/span&gt; 629&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B6295.htm?search=6295&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;, pants: &lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B5565.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Butterick&lt;/span&gt; B4319&lt;/a&gt;, hat: &lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B4319.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Butterick&lt;/span&gt; 4319&lt;/a&gt; (minus the brim,) and the shoes: &lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B4632.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Butterick&lt;/span&gt; B4632.&lt;/a&gt;) Most of them I inherited from my friend &lt;a href="http://vingtcentimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie &lt;/a&gt;after she inherited them and realized they'd be of more use to me. (Thanks Maggie.) My favorite part of his whole outfit is his little moccasins. I altered the pattern so they would fit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;his shoes. Given all the horses  Mackinac Island is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a good place to walk without appropriate footwear, so wearing shoes underneath is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stt5qZXNonI/AAAAAAAACj4/NLPnAI1vXso/s1600-h/pan+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Stt5qZXNonI/AAAAAAAACj4/NLPnAI1vXso/s400/pan+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038747976016498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little Miss Ghost was a completely different story. I had a picture in my head of what I wanted her costume to look like after seeing &lt;a href="http://www.simplicity.com/p-3659-misses-men-teen-costumes.aspx"&gt;this pattern&lt;/a&gt; at the store. However, it didn't come in child sizes. No problem, I thought, I can draft something similar  in her size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StuAwnpe6YI/AAAAAAAACkI/_1kCEXwIlsQ/s1600-h/ghost+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StuAwnpe6YI/AAAAAAAACkI/_1kCEXwIlsQ/s400/ghost+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394046551471352194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry about the cheesy leaf - it was the only way I could show you the whole costume without showing her face.  I started out with a pattern I've used before and  just altered it to look like the picture. It ended up fairly similar to the original, but mine is puffier. I suppose it isn't bad for a first try, but if I ever  make another one I will do a few things differently. First of all I will use three layers of fabric for the main body (instead of two) and I will use fewer layers  on her arms.  The way it is, I think she looks a little top heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like how the lettuce effect on the edges of the fabric turned out. It was the first time I've sewn with such sheer fabric and I was a little worried about it. But  it worked out O.K.  I also like how having her wear black underneath helps her body fade away. I think that will look really good when we go out on Halloween; hopefully she'll look like she is hovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  guess it really doesn't matter what I think, s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;likes it and that's what really matters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-3977347368853104833?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/NTWdp09E8rQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/finished.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StsypFHqZ6I/AAAAAAAACjo/nKTnXiUWR3U/s72-c/trick-or-treat+09+small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-2219656792393086428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T15:38:00.449-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">science</category><title>Wiggily Giggly Fun</title><description>Have you ever made homemade worms? We have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381841874304050306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrAkq6M3JII/AAAAAAAACdc/tiKxKSc5wDE/s400/worms1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... and it was great fun. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought the materials &lt;a href="http://www.stevespanglerscience.com/search?sSearch=worms&amp;amp;sClass=Product&amp;amp;sType="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it was worth &lt;em&gt;every penny&lt;/em&gt;. Now, my two little ones are really to young to understand  they were really building polymers by cross-linking long chains of molecules, but they did understand that mixing  the two liquids caused a reaction. They understood that they caused an "irreversible change" and that we couldn't &lt;em&gt;unmake&lt;/em&gt; our worms. (Though we did have to experiment to see if we could.) Now that's science. Plus S and K got to investigate color mixing, they spent some time quality time with mom and dad, and due to activities like this one they are beginning to associate science with fun. (Ah... the science teacher in me gets a big grin just thinking about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381841892910352578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrAkr_g8yMI/AAAAAAAACds/ZSDqqH68Xq4/s400/worms4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you home school or just want to have some fun with your kids, I highly recommend picking up one of these kits. And just so you know, I didn't get my kit for free in exchange for blogging about it. I am not being compensated in any way - we just had so much fun making worms that I thought you might want to try making them yourself. You won't regret it, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-2219656792393086428?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/mcvhU0z4p2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/wiggily-giggly-fun.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrAkq6M3JII/AAAAAAAACdc/tiKxKSc5wDE/s72-c/worms1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-7771870169237369502</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T18:02:19.982-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Exodus</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDzgtN38FI/AAAAAAAACjI/RalZ_2WTXQg/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDzgtN38FI/AAAAAAAACjI/RalZ_2WTXQg/s400/leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391076497181634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little the island's horses are leaving. Since only about 500 of us are here all winter most of them aren't needed, so they are taken off the island  for some well earned rest and relaxation. The family that owns most of &lt;a href="http://www.mict.com/new/hist.html"&gt;Mackinac Island Carriage Tours&lt;/a&gt; has a farm in Pickford - up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula* where the horses will spend the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDzf2ziYYI/AAAAAAAACjA/PQ5VFNp9fm8/s1600-h/leaving+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDzf2ziYYI/AAAAAAAACjA/PQ5VFNp9fm8/s400/leaving+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391076482575655298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*The Upper Peninsula is affectionately referred to as the U.P. in Michigan. Folks living the the U.P. are called "Yoopers" while folks from lower Michigan are called "Trolls" since they live below the &lt;a href="http://www.mackinacbridge.org/location-13/"&gt;bridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the well wishes. My neck is healing nicely. In fact, I didn't need any medication today - yeah. I'm still not 100% yet, but I'll be back to my old self again in a day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-7771870169237369502?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/aRWXrCh32Oo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/exodus.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDzgtN38FI/AAAAAAAACjI/RalZ_2WTXQg/s72-c/leaving.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-497552105548436580</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T19:55:01.158-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Fall on Mackinac</title><description>Some days it just takes my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDysKq7JXI/AAAAAAAACi4/1Stnbvv_eQM/s1600-h/fall+on+Mackinac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391075594555041138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDysKq7JXI/AAAAAAAACi4/1Stnbvv_eQM/s400/fall+on+Mackinac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I rode out to Woodbluff to run an errand Saturday morning and was pleased as punch that I actually remembered to bring my camera. My daughter kept a watchful eye out for dragons while we stopped so I could snap a few pictures on the golf course. (She saw several but luckily they were all nice and easily "shooed" away.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDyrqxQwCI/AAAAAAAACiw/u--PJjhMSN8/s1600-h/fall+on+Mackinac+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391075585991688226" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDyrqxQwCI/AAAAAAAACiw/u--PJjhMSN8/s400/fall+on+Mackinac+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I took the afternoon off today - after going to the Medical Center because I did something to my neck this morning. I have no idea what I did but even after an adjustment, muscle relaxers, and quite a bit of time with the heating pad, I still hurt. Grumble grumble. However, I still have hope that I am going to wake up tomorrow morning, well rested and pain free. Keep your fingers crossed for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;editorial note from the Hubby: This post is heavily edited due to the effects of muscle relaxants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Liz is doing much better and is being properly pampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-497552105548436580?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/yEx7Sam-oPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-on-mackinac.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/StDysKq7JXI/AAAAAAAACi4/1Stnbvv_eQM/s72-c/fall+on+Mackinac.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-8212916305077752002</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T20:16:00.299-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pay It Forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quilting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Snuggling</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that it's getting a bit chilly on Mackinac Island, I'm doing a lot more snuggling (our high today was 49 F - about 9 C) . Luckily I have this to snuggle under:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Smty6AwdWOI/AAAAAAAACQM/4GEN8D77H6Y/s1600-h/quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362506122275936482" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Smty6AwdWOI/AAAAAAAACQM/4GEN8D77H6Y/s400/quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way over due&lt;/span&gt; since this beautiful quilt found its way to me in late May. (Don't worry I am hanging my head in shame.) J from &lt;a href="http://jjsewbeeit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sew Bee It&lt;/a&gt; made it for me as her Pay it Forward gift and I still can't get over how amazing it is! It's beautiful, the prefect size for on the couch and she shipped it to me all the way from Hungary. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much J. I just can't tell you how much we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;this quilt. I'm also feeling horribly guilty about not getting my Pay It Forwards out yet. After the Halloween costumes are finished - those will be next on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Halloween costumes, the ghost is finished. Well, almost. She needs show covers since she doesn't have any black shoes, but otherwise it's done. I'll fill you in on the details once I get some decent pictures. Now it is on to Peter Pan. He should be a bit easier - at least I have a pattern for that one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-8212916305077752002?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/V30tYqG5jlc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-me.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Smty6AwdWOI/AAAAAAAACQM/4GEN8D77H6Y/s72-c/quilt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-6324629942582905545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T19:34:44.095-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">critters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Runaway!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Ss5sjGXCAZI/AAAAAAAACiQ/UCCY_DyibN4/s1600-h/runaway+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Ss5sjGXCAZI/AAAAAAAACiQ/UCCY_DyibN4/s400/runaway+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390365154267496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was walking home today, the first odd thing I noticed was a coat in the middle of the road.  I checked the size and thought my husband must have dropped it on his way home, so I picked it up.  A few houses later I spotted two pumpkins in the middle of a neighbor's yard. "That's odd," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned the corner by my house I saw broken eggs in the middle of the street and as I looked up I saw grocery boxes and oxygen tanks - all piled up at the side of the road.  Several of my neighbors were walking around picking up the boxes and organizing everything; that was when I heard it - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;runaway&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams of horses do occasionally run away on Mackinac Island. A runaway is when a horse or a team of horses get scared by something and bolt - usually without a rider or driver to control them. Even if there is a rider or driver, the horse or horses are often so scared that they can't be controlled very well anyway. They just want to get away from whatever scared them and get away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;! Often the runaways are &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_330LAsM0um4/SX0egv1bC1I/AAAAAAAABm0/Xql2OD22yjI/move%202.jpg"&gt;dray&lt;/a&gt; teams since the drivers have to let go of the lines and climb down from the  dray to load or unload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a dray was delivering oxygen tanks to a lady who lives around the corner from me when one of the valves  on one of the tanks broke and started leaking oxygen - causing a very loud "shhhhhhhh" noise. That spooked the team and they took off like wildfire running down the street - dropping pumpkins, boxes and eggs as they went. At one point the driver chased after them and caught up, but  was run over as he attempted to stop the team. The horses just kept right on going and didn't stop until they ran down a dead end street and ended up stuck in the trees on the edge of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to convince the driver to go to the Medical Center - he  told us, "I'll  walk down later." We called him a cab after we noticed how he was holding his arm and how his hand looked blue.   If he doesn't end up with a broken rib or two I will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully that's all it is - given that the horses ran right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Ss5sirgjG4I/AAAAAAAACiI/pI1WQaHLTxY/s1600-h/runaway+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Ss5sirgjG4I/AAAAAAAACiI/pI1WQaHLTxY/s400/runaway+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390365147059657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The groceries can be replaced and the lamp post on the corner can be repaired. I'm just thankful the kids and I weren't walking home from the sitter's house when that team plowed through - those horses  ran through about 3/4 of our walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of scary? You bet!  But when horses are your main form of transportation, runaways are a fact of life. When you consider that there are hundreds of horses on the island in the summer, I'm really impressed that we have so few accidents. I bet if you compared the number of car accidents in a town our size to the number of horse accidents we have in a year,  we'd come out on the safer side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough excitement for one day and I'm hoping for a nice quiet weekend. How about you - any plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-6324629942582905545?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/IsZulI72NRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/runaway.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Ss5sjGXCAZI/AAAAAAAACiQ/UCCY_DyibN4/s72-c/runaway+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-8300770187125672503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T06:25:03.204-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">misc.</category><title>My Fifteen Minutes</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqPb70J_rI/AAAAAAAAChg/gDoDZdG1a-Q/s1600-h/island+life+presentation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqPb70J_rI/AAAAAAAAChg/gDoDZdG1a-Q/s400/island+life+presentation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389277614177910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I gave a presentation at the Michigan Historical Society's Annual Conference, which  was held on Mackinac this year. The planning committee thought people might enjoy learning about life on Mackinac, so Mark (whom you may remember from &lt;a href="http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-bridge.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;,) Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doud&lt;/span&gt; and I were asked to give the conference goers a peek into year-round island life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsvjJYkhreI/AAAAAAAACho/q8Kt0H-ffAw/s1600-h/historicalSociety2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsvjJYkhreI/AAAAAAAACho/q8Kt0H-ffAw/s400/historicalSociety2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389651129432911330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you may have guessed, my part of the presentation was on raising children on Mackinac Island. I  have to admit, putting the presentation together was a breeze - I've been writing it little by little ever since I started blogging. The best part, for me, was getting to include photos of the kids faces in the slide show. Some days it just about kills me not to include some of the great pictures I get of them - especially when a certain photo illustrates our lives perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to report that the three of us were well received and we had the second largest turn out the Historical Society has ever had for a Sunday morning session at the conference. Someone even suggested to me that I turn my presentation into a DVD to sell in the shops downtown. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I guess I would have to get over my fear of putting my kids faces "out there" wouldn't I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-8300770187125672503?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/qVAfLyur-K4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fifteen-minutes.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqPb70J_rI/AAAAAAAAChg/gDoDZdG1a-Q/s72-c/island+life+presentation.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-2302406770665183059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T21:18:47.533-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the natural world</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Great Start</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqO8VLekGI/AAAAAAAAChY/XFFv70rRFmA/s1600-h/October+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqO8VLekGI/AAAAAAAAChY/XFFv70rRFmA/s400/October+rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389277071230799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I started my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right before school started this morning the kids and I  were lucky enough to catch one of the prettiest double rainbows I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three rainbows Mama, I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;," insisted my son. And while I may be almost  40, I don't think my eye sight is that bad. Makes all that biking I had to do in the rain this weekend so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-2302406770665183059?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/ZB3AgCC56is" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-start.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsqO8VLekGI/AAAAAAAAChY/XFFv70rRFmA/s72-c/October+rainbow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-1476803432898367954</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T18:39:07.903-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the natural world</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>October</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It is October and fall is in the air on Mackinac Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084762606881602" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgckMPGy0I/AAAAAAAACfE/bjlQYOZ1tgs/s400/fall+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The leaves are changing color, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Srgcjz9I2ZI/AAAAAAAACe8/bTuMgoAo3PU/s1600-h/fall+color+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084756089067922" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/Srgcjz9I2ZI/AAAAAAAACe8/bTuMgoAo3PU/s400/fall+color+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been getting a little much needed rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgcjJ0fw4I/AAAAAAAACe0/MW5Is_wddk0/s1600-h/fall+color+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 286px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084744778531714" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgcjJ0fw4I/AAAAAAAACe0/MW5Is_wddk0/s400/fall+color+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the woods have that deliciously earthy wet-leafy smell.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fall on Mackinac - even though it means riding my bike home in the pouring rain - it's my favorite time of year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-1476803432898367954?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/ySeA__phJvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-this-post-was-scratch-and-sniff.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgckMPGy0I/AAAAAAAACfE/bjlQYOZ1tgs/s72-c/fall+color.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-5644934007012835393</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T06:27:55.671-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sewing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Mother Necessity</title><description>They say necessity is the mother of invention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 363px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386665170964752706" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsFHbudSqUI/AAAAAAAACgY/_olVAZ8DsmU/s400/sling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When S broke his arm the Medical Center did give us a sling to use, but the strap really bothered his neck. That night I presented my son with a stack of fabric from my stash, he chose Nemo (thank you Maggie) and I got to work. Well, I got to work after hearing him explain how I needed to cut the fabric so he could see Nemo, Dorey, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a shark. He went over it twice - just to make sure I got it right. (Yeah, I'm pretty sure he inherited that one from me.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, my pack rat nature ended up being a good thing. See that shoulder strap with the nice little closure? I took that off of a pair of jeans my mother gave me and squirrelled it away about eight years ago. The jeans were cut up and now live in a blue jean quilt but all the while that little strap survived two moves and then languished in a drawer in my sewing room - just waiting, knowing some day it would save the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsFHbweZ0hI/AAAAAAAACgg/mN5L0u64ye0/s1600-h/sling+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 311px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386665171506287122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsFHbweZ0hI/AAAAAAAACgg/mN5L0u64ye0/s400/sling+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the strap on the other sling was really bothering his neck, I covered this one  with two layers of fleece that I inherited from my friend Wendy. There's that pack rat again...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wearing the sling still isn't his favorite thing, but I think this one is at least tolerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-5644934007012835393?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/OPNuij_e5Ow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-necessity.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsFHbudSqUI/AAAAAAAACgY/_olVAZ8DsmU/s72-c/sling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-3144055183690393576</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T06:36:45.521-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Cash for Klunkers</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today my son traded-in his splint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 389px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633252971609010" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsEqZ2qt-7I/AAAAAAAACgI/C6uY8DdOY3I/s400/splint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for a brand new cast&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 389px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633260196826882" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsEqaRlWDwI/AAAAAAAACgQ/sYGljpnDyRI/s400/cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and even though it doesn't involve a tax credit, Mama is &lt;em&gt;thrilled&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thrilled because even though he has to wear the cast for a month, it's waterproof, so bath time won't be an issue, and there are no more physical restrictions. Yeah! That cast is rock solid and the doctor tells me his arm will be fine even if he falls and lands right on it. Which he did this morning with his splint and it scared me to death!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just in awe how breaking his arm hasn't slowed S down at all, so I've been cringing about every five minutes. S loves to run and jump and spin and no matter how much I tried to keep him slow, it just wasn't going to happen. You've got to remember this is the little boy who can trip over his own two feet alone in a gym and has more accident reports on file in the pre-school room than all the other children - &lt;em&gt;combined&lt;/em&gt;. (I think he must have inherited that from his father's side of the family.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-3144055183690393576?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/Snlpn70GeVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/cash-for-klunkers.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SsEqZ2qt-7I/AAAAAAAACgI/C6uY8DdOY3I/s72-c/splint.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-2265773627657041036</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T07:19:28.124-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">island living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">critters</category><title>Chuckle for the Day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrVk0oaoKDI/AAAAAAAACeM/o3Qg2IA5178/s1600-h/chipmunk+crossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrVk0oaoKDI/AAAAAAAACeM/o3Qg2IA5178/s400/chipmunk+crossing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383319784956373042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while the kids, Grandma and I were out walking behind the West Bluff, we came upon this "Chipmunk Crossing" sign. The kids thought it was a little silly until we looked up and saw this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrVk0MiMiSI/AAAAAAAACeE/o6U_87NIP54/s1600-h/chimpunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrVk0MiMiSI/AAAAAAAACeE/o6U_87NIP54/s400/chimpunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383319777471924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little chipmunk had no fear! S walked up to the wall slowly, well as slowly as a five year-old can, and was able to get quite close before "Chippy" got scared and finally hid inside the the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the love and kind words for my son. He is doing really well- the arm hasn't slowed him down one bit! I'll post pictures of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding &lt;/span&gt;Nemo sling I made for him as soon as I can get him to stop moving long enough to get a picture.  Today we are off to a friend's Barn Dance. Enjoy your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-2265773627657041036?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/Rn2QwD9WzVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuckle-for-day.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrVk0oaoKDI/AAAAAAAACeM/o3Qg2IA5178/s72-c/chipmunk+crossing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-8159742352348649813</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T19:26:45.703-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uh-oh</category><title>Warning!</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ530rPWI/AAAAAAAACfo/Yl1JFiidkzQ/s1600-h/S+broken+arm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197840851746146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ530rPWI/AAAAAAAACfo/Yl1JFiidkzQ/s400/S+broken+arm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post contains graphic images of my son's broken arm. If you are squeamish, do not read any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm serious, quit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who are still here, my poor little guy went back to the ER today because he broke his arm. S and a friend were playing and jumping and the friend landed on S's arm - accidentally breaking it. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;He was such a trooper. After it happened he just walked over to the sitter and said, "I think I broke my bone." She took one look at his arm, sat him down with an ice pack, called me and we all raced to the Medical Center. Surprisingly, he didn't cry. She said he didn't cry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. Even when he saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take an X-ray to tell he had a broken arm. Thank goodness it was just a "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenstick_fracture"&gt;green stick"&lt;/a&gt; fracture so setting it wasn't very difficult. Even so, I still couldn't look at it right away. When I was finally able to look, this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ65fbc3I/AAAAAAAACgA/3F7auEtF9Gc/s1600-h/S+x+ray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197858479371122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ65fbc3I/AAAAAAAACgA/3F7auEtF9Gc/s400/S+x+ray.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;He finally did cry, OK he screamed bloody murder, when he realized they were going to give him a "poke" - an IV so they could give him medication. Dr. Karen gave him morphine for the pain so she could set the bone and versed so he wouldn't remember having it set. The versed worked well. She gave him two injections of painkiller right into the break sites - neither of which he remembers. But he remembers that poke, but says his bent arm didn't hurt that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bones were set Dr. Karen splinted it. We have to go back on Monday to get the cast. I didn't realize that they don't cast broken bones right away due to the swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ6BhVeII/AAAAAAAACfw/pfC6R3ne8Yk/s1600-h/S+patched+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197843454982274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ6BhVeII/AAAAAAAACfw/pfC6R3ne8Yk/s400/S+patched+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Poor little fella. After a walk home in Papa's basket, S ended up having a wonderful afternoon at home - watching all the TV he wanted. (A rare treat at our place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ6oWXLXI/AAAAAAAACf4/p9gRLLPjgUU/s1600-h/S+walk+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197853877939570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ6oWXLXI/AAAAAAAACf4/p9gRLLPjgUU/s400/S+walk+home.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ6oWXLXI/AAAAAAAACf4/p9gRLLPjgUU/s1600-h/S+walk+home.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Given that my son has more accident slips at preschool than all the other kids do - combined, somehow I think we'll end up at the ER again someday. However, I am keeping my fingers crossed that we don't see it again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-8159742352348649813?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/GU_aNFo8JAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/warning.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrwQ530rPWI/AAAAAAAACfo/Yl1JFiidkzQ/s72-c/S+broken+arm.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901501949352491801.post-7356650493027021976</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T20:05:53.227-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebrations</category><title>Sugar Rush</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Candyland birthday bash went off without a hitch. I knew it was a big hit when my son looked at me and said, "Mama - you're the best ever! I love you." He wore his shirt and his crown all evening and even wore the crown to the babysitter's house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everything was homemade. From the garland that circled the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 146px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384077953238009042" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgWX1XDhNI/AAAAAAAACec/lw5LDv_dT4U/s400/candyland+garland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to the napkins, the centerpieces (sorry - I didn't get a decent picture of them - they are made out of rock candy) and the place cards on the table. (I'll explain the Snow White thing in a minute.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384077957558988082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgWYFdQbTI/AAAAAAAACek/dFoNkt31Ec4/s400/candyland+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The table was completely covered with candy - so much so that everyone got a toothbrush to take home. Luckily Halloween isn't too far off so I can get rid of all the leftover candy. If it doesn't disappear, I'll end up eating  all of it. And I do mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White really couldn't make it - that is what my daughter calls Cousin Dwight. We thought he'd get a chuckle out of it if we put it on his place card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my son loved his cake. Which was a really good thing - because Papa usually makes the cakes in these parts. This year he couldn't because he was out of town fishing until the morning of the party. Gulp! That meant I had to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgWXd7nCxI/AAAAAAAACeU/bJHBpRanWUc/s1600-h/candyland+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384077946948881170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgWXd7nCxI/AAAAAAAACeU/bJHBpRanWUc/s400/candyland+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had wanted to do more of the of the game board on the top of the cake, but after I had the batter mixed up I couldn't find my cake pan. Aargh! Luckily a neighbor was willing to loan me hers to get me out of the pinch; it was just smaller than mine. But everything ended up turning out all right in the end. Since I can't pipe / decorate with frosting to save my life, I cheated and used other things instead - namely more candy!  The little gingerbread house was my son's favorite part of the whole day. In fact, he skipped cake and ice cream and just munched on that  house. After all my worries about whether or not that stinking cake would turn out or not, I'm so glad that he liked it.  Papa's cakes are a tough act to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Now that that's over, I can sleep for a day or two and then start thinking about Halloween costumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901501949352491801-7356650493027021976?l=quiltedturtle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheQuiltedTurtle/~4/8tZLgmEoV04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://quiltedturtle.blogspot.com/2009/09/sugar-rush.html</link><author>estaats@eup.k12.mi.us (Liz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_330LAsM0um4/SrgWX1XDhNI/AAAAAAAACec/lw5LDv_dT4U/s72-c/candyland+garland.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
