I'll fill you in on the "oh, my" later...but first the tutorial for making a zigzag border. These dimensions are what I'm using for the Southwestern Sunrise, Sunset Quilt. The 1903 Oklahoma quilt that has inspired not only this quilt but also another that I made over twenty years ago had a simple zig zag border. The other day I found a photo of the original quilt, and I hope to scan it when I get a chance. (We have a new router and some of our connectivity problems have been resolved.)
Since the patches of this Triple Irish Chain finish to two inches square, I'm coordinating the zigzag border by using pieces that will finish to the same size. While for my first quilt I made the border of triangles and rhomboids drawn the old fashioned way with templates, I used speed methods to cut and piece this border. Yes, our methods have changed quite a bit in the last quarter century. I remember carrying the pieces and border for that earlier Irish chain almost every where I went where I would have to sit and wait for a while. I even remember putting the last pieces together as I sat waiting in the office of my optometrist in downtown Gallup. In contrast, this border actually has more pieces but is totally machine made.
To make the triangles at the outer sides of the border, I cut squares 2.5 inches X 2.5 inches, and instead of rhomboids (some people just call them parallelograms), I used rectangles cut 2.5 X 4.5 inches (so the border finishes four inches wide).
Since the squares become triangles, I mark a diagonal on the squares, lay them on the rectangles, and sew on the marked line.
Then I repeat the process at the other end of the rectangle.
I did stitch these in sets of two, pressed them from the front, and then trimmed out those inner triangles while watching a rerun of Downton Abbey--have some more to trim tonight as well.
I'll try to post a photo of a zigzag border strip tomorrow.
Okay, here are the "oh, my"s.
Oh, my, how wonderful to be working at a school where the culture is supportive of the students' efforts.
I do like my new job!
Oh, my, winter has arrived. We awoke to ice and snow this morning. Not deep. But it did lead to some accidents that kept I-40 closed for over four hours. Fortunately, we were able to take Old 66 to church.
Low tonight is expected to be 11 F.--and when they predict 11, experience tells us it may well be much colder. I'm thinking it's time to load the Christmas CDs into the player. I have tomorrow off for Veterans' Day, but my daughter has school.
Oh, my, we do become accustomed to our conveniences. Although I had spent well over an hour on the phone with a Wi-Power Technician a few nights ago, we were not able to get my computer connected with the new router. So I've been playing around and gradually getting our devices back on-line. Finally, this afternoon I was successful getting the laptop back on the network. I'm sure I did nothing we hadn't tried countless times before, but this time it worked. A somewhat related "oh, my": When I visit blogs (something I haven't managed to do as much as I like lately), I notice that I'm identified as a "visitor from Oldsmar, FL. That's the home of Wi-Power, but I live at least 1500 miles from there! (Update: Wi-Power technician stopped by Monday a.m., and we added more cable and moved the router to a higher location.)
Oh, my, I do love old recipes. One of my favorite comfort foods from my growing-up-days-on-the-farm was bread pudding. The bread I made yesterday was not so great--affected by errands, bad timing, etc., so today I cubed it and am making bread pudding--which smells great, by the way! On the farm we had bread pudding throughout the year, (because we always had chickens, milk cows, and plenty of eggs and milk) but for some reason at this point in my life, bread pudding and late autumn/early winter just seem to go together. Whenever I have holidays, I seem to spend a good portion of the time cooking. It's hard to get other people to comprehend that I really don't love cooking, but I do love cooking for people I love.
Thank you to all the Veterans who have protected our nation, too frequently at great personal sacrifice, and to our citizens who are willing to speak up and acknowledge them.