Cliffs of Maher

The Cliffs of Maher is Ireland’s most visited natural attraction. I was hoping for good weather because much of the time the wind is fierce and sheets of rain make walking along the path a miserable experience. We lucked out! We could see the Aran Islands, Galway Bay and Loop Head to the south. Sadly, we didn’t have binoculars to watch the puffins that nest at the base of the cliffs, all I could see were tiny floating dots. 


The Cliffs rise 700 feet above the Atlantic Ocean and there is no way a photo can capture how dramatic they are.  They must make a good backdrop because they feature in many movies and TV shows such as Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.


There are are no guards or fences and you can stand on the very edge— I can’t even imagine walking here on a windy day. Near the Visitor’s Center, there are two “Contemplation Rooms” provided for people considering a leap…   a very sobering thought. 


Our thoughts were about lunch. You’re never far from a lovely pub in Ireland. Someone told me the difference between a pub and a bar is, the bars don’t serve food. Humm. I always looked to see if pub or bar was part of the name so I didn’t go hungry but that distinction didn’t hold true. Guinness and delicious food were always available.


The Aran View Country House was our stop for the night. The other side of the road was crashing waves of the Atlantic. We always strived to arrive in time for tea and “biscuits” — cookies!


Can I just tell you how much I appreciate a direct flight? Flying “over the pond” Gary and I have refined our plan after many trips. Leave on a late evening flight, sleep on the plane (yep, I can do that) arrive in Dublin early morning, with a full day ahead of us. After picking up our rental car — and a panicky orientation to steering wheel on the right side and driving on the left side of the road, with a stick shift — we set out for Athlone on the river Shannon. 


Athlone is just about 2 hours drive from Dublin and perfect for arriving about noon. We check in at our hotel, pretty tired but ready to power through a pub lunch and a short walk about town. We’ll come back to Sean’s later this evening after a few hours nap. This is our proven method for dealing with jet lag. We allow ourselves just 3 hours to snooze, force ourselves to wake up and then reset our biological clock by going to bed at the normal time. 


Sean’s Bar is believed to be the oldest bar in Ireland. I wondered if I’d see that claim again?


Sean’s was great! We heard traditional Irish music and enjoyed a pint or two of Guinness. Purely to help with the jet lag, of course.



The next morning our drive looked like a lunar landscape. The hills in the distance are called “ The Burren“ meaning “ a rocky place,” encompassing  116 square miles of rugged, vast slabs of fissured limestone. This might be the only scene in Ireland that isn’t verdant green. 


Gary spotted a small parking lot for a hiking trail. Hey, he said, it looks like we could drive up there.  Uh… yeah, but turning around was another thing.


Totally worth it though because the view was amazing. 

Not Again … AGAIN!

I received lots of comments about flowers on my last blog post. Unfortunately I couldn’t answer each individually because they failed to come to my email directly…. AGAIN. Apparently the gremlins are back. I really like answering comments from email instead of responding on the blog because often I have a relationship with the Commenter and I want to add a personal note. I do so appreciate your reading and I’ll answer comments here on the blog until I figure out how to outsmart those rascals screwing up the formatting. 


Who was it that said “It’s deja vu all over again.” Yogi Berra? A few weeks ago we had a hugely overgrown tree, whose branches were scraping the house, cut down and the stump ground out. The landscaper left a nice big hole. After spending days driving all over the country searching for the perfect tree, we decided on this pretty red bud. Gary hauled it home with the trailer cart and planned to just dump it in the hole. 

I was standing beside the hole, dispensing advice in my role as Critical Position Expert, when the tree’s big rootball rolled and the trunk of the tree fell on me, sweeping me down into the hole. In the photo that tree looks small and innocent but let me tell you, it struck me like a freight train, breaking two bones in my wrist and causing hairline fractures in my foot.  


Hey wait, didn’t I say last year when I broke my ankle that I was never breaking another bone? I did say that. And now I’m saying it again. So I’m gimping and limping and cursing this cast that I swear weighs at least 50 pounds. I chose the lovely shamrock green color because we decided not to postpone our trip to Ireland. We planned to hike the Dingle Peninsula with our friends, Laura and Tim. Switched that to renting a car and driving the Dingle Peninsula.

Since I have some time on my hands — sigh, and I’ve gotten tolerably good at left handed hunt and peck typing, I’ll do a few posts on our trip because Ireland is stunningly beautiful.

Just sayin, — I’m never attempting to plant anything larger than parsley again.  Ever. 

Hacked, Hijacked and Back

My entire website totally disappeared! I’ve been having trouble with posting to my blog but this was something new. I contacted the website host and I will spare you a full-on rant about how completely useless the “Help Desk” experts are.  After a slew of very unsatisfactory and confusing emails—  do you not understand, the website I am paying you to host, no longer exists? — I sent a desperation plea to Holly Knott, the site designer. Help! I’ve been ghosted!

Within 30 minutes she returned my email and discovered, my website had been hacked and she told me what to say to the host company.  Why couldn’t those experts figure this out? It’s a mystery. The good news is Lunarpages did manage to restore my website and contents and I am back up and running. 


I’ve been walking around Longwood Gardens a lot. The tulips have come and gone and most of the trilliums have faded. I was thrilled to see these Lady Slipper orchids for the first time. When you look closely in the wooded areas, there are treasures to be found. 



Speaking of trilliums, I loved this book with references to trilliums and a quilt figures into the story as well. The setting is near Buchanan, Virginia, along the Blue Ridge Parkway, an area I know well.  I still have a few miles to hike on the Appalachian Trail in that section. I could relate to the main character and her struggle to know her place in the world. The story begins with Suzanne driving on the Parkway and she sees a lost child emerge from the woods, starved, ill, and alone. Suzanne rushes her to the hospital,  a mystery must be solved and Suzanne’s life changes forever — in a good way. 

So this is just a quick post to say, Hi! It’s been a while. Hopefully I’m back to stay.  



Bike Love II

When I got back from Florida, I had a backlog of customer quilt tops, waiting to be quilted. Time to pay the piper for loafing in the sun. So for the past several weeks, I’ve had pedal to the metal on the longarm. Well…a longarm sewing machine doesn’t actually have a pedal, but let’s go with that metaphor for a moment.  A few years ago I made this quilt about my love of biking. I like pedals, and pedaling.


Remember how crazy happy you were when you were a kid and you got a new bike? I can tell you, that over-the-moon joy is the same feeling even when you’re — um, older. I rode my daughter’s bike in Santa Monica and was so comfortable on the up-right geometry and step-through frame. No hunching over or high bar to swing a leg over. I did a lot of research and test riding— the Golfer was exceptionally patient. I finally decided on the Trek Verve. I’m in Bike Love again!


We took a ride on the Jack Markell Trail in Wilmington, Delaware. The wildlife bridge is now open and crosses the Christina River and surrounding marsh areas. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bike bridge this wide. Awesome. 


The Trail is almost 8 miles long and travels through the Peterson Wildlife Refuge. 


The Trail connects the Wilmington Riverfront and New Castle Battery Park, and adjoins the DuPont Environmental Education Center.

It was a beautiful day to ride along the Christina River. Good thing I got all those quilts finished because it’s Spring and I have a new bike and the Trails are beckoning!

Quilts and Flattery

The AQS Quilt Show was in Lancaster last week. I debated about attending  because over the past several years, the show has had less quilts entered and enticed fewer venders. Sadly, this year was no different. Still, there were amazing quilts. This quilt won Best Original Design. I didn’t even know that was a category. 

Oh my gosh. I had to take off my glasses and lean way over the chain to try and see the quilting. And then I didn’t believe it. 

Jan Hutchinson is an artist with the longarm quilting needle. She has straight stitched fill lines so darn fine and tiny, viewers were debating whether it was quilting thread or background fabric. 

I think the fabric might be linen… the new silk for wholecloth quilts? I think the exquisite design, subtlety and details are beautiful. 

Is there a prize for Best Use of Cool Border Fabric? This quilt wins. 

This is not your everyday ordinary broken star quilt. Look at the concentric circles, extending out to the star points. Most quilts have the same size elongated diamond shapes forming the rings of color. You can clearly see, especially on the purple band, that to achieve the undulating pattern, the diamonds are different sizes. That’s some crazy math, right there. 

I cast my Viewer’s Choice vote for this quilt. I love this quilt! I want to own this quilt. I have seen the quilt in photos from other shows but pictures can’t show the amazing layers of the tree and branch imagery. 

The quilting enhances the pieced blocks so effectively. Sometimes behind the branches, sometimes on top, the realistic leaves alternate with more stylized filler designs, adding another layer and uniting the composition. I have a small critique— I love the red birds but I wish they looked less “paper-pieced.“ 

Echinacea by Maribeth Schmit, a lovely quilt, but wait— coneflowers?

Have you seen this quilt before? Hint… might have been something similar on this blog?

Red trilliums perhaps? This is my quilt, Becket Mountain Trilliums. I’m pretty certain Maribeth was influenced by the design but I don’t know if she took a class from me or saw my quilt at a lecture or an exhibit. I’m quite flattered!

I’m imagining I can hear Maribeth. “Nice background blocks, but wildflowers? No, I see those lovely cone flowers in my garden.” Well done Maribeth! Take the inspiration and make it your own.  

That is exactly what I plan to do when I try my own version of that fantastic tree quilt. 




How I Spent My Saturday

I really have to stop reading the Thrifty Decor Chicks blog. Her DIY decorating projects look so fresh and new and even affordable and doable. And it makes everything in my house feel “dated,” I kinda hate that word a lot. I thought I might tackle “updating” this small powder room. I’ve never stripped wallpaper before but, how hard can it be? The Golfer wasn’t keen, relating tales of gouged wallboard, rented steamers and equipment,  bleeding fingernails, yadda, yadda. So he left on a business trip to India for a week.

Heh heh!

I googled “how to strip wallpaper” and watched loads of videos that featured gouged wallboard and renting heavy equipment. Not to mention desperate scraping, scratching and peeling tiny bits of shredded wallpaper with fingernails.  Then I came across SimpleStrip. Buy the kit online. Score the old wallpaper, soak these interfacing-like sheets in solution and stick on the wall. “Dated” wallpaper comes off  with ease. I’m In!


Ok, maybe it wasn’t quite that easy…  the wallpaper did come down in big, satisfying pieces but it left the paper backing still on the wall. The SimpleStrip website mentioned this happens with some wallpapers.  Spray the paper residue, wait until it’s saturated and then pull that off. Well darn, I broke the sprayer that came with the kit in the first 15 minutes. I looked in the basement, garage and mud room. There must be at least 13 sprayers in this house.  The Golfer loves sprayers. But they all looked as if they had been used (and possibly never cleaned) for something lethal. So I made do with a couple of old, empty Windex sprayers. Sometimes the paper didn’t come off all in a piece but was easily skimmed off, no fingernails involved. 



This, however, was a huge frustrating problem. No matter what I tried, I could NOT get the screw out to remove this shelf. The first screw must have taken me half an hour, not counting rounding up every screw driver, electric, battery and manual, in the house. Bad words were said. Those sucker screws are 2 inches long, rusted into some kind of molly bolt thing and the threads are totally stripped. I was willing to sacrifice my manicure (what manicure?) even bleed, but it was No Go, No Way. 

I ripped the wallpaper from around the shelf as much as possible, it would just have to wait to come down. I cleaned up everything and hauled the  big bags of old wallpaper out to the trash. I stood in the bare powder room, pretty pleased with myself, contemplating the new (updated— dare I say Modern?) quilt I intend to make for the space.  Oh, for crying out loud. I missed a strip. Quick work to get rid of that. Now the hard part— picking a color to paint the walls. The Thrifty Decor Chick paints everything a lovely (not dated yet) shade of gray. I love those grays but they won’t work in my very beige house. This is hard. Maybe I’ll make the quilt first. I can select fabric with no problem. 

Withlacoochee Trail

Biking in sunshine. It just doesn’t get better. The Golfer would probably contest that statement but I’ve persuaded him to go for a ride with me.

My plan was to drive to Inverness, rent bikes and ride south on the Withlacoochee Trail. But when I called the bike shop, all the bikes were reserved– not just for the day, but the whole weekend. So I found Trailside Bike Shop in Floral City.  Uh, whaat? The shop specializes in recombent bikes– or trikes, as they’re called. I was amazed at so many different configurations of wheels on frames! I’ve been in lots of bike shops but I’ve never seen anything like these “rides!” It took the owner time to find some two wheeled, “sorta normal” bicycles for us. If it had been earlier in the day, I would have tried out one of those trikes, but they didn’t have half day rentals and it was too expensive for just a few hours.


The Withlacoochee Trail is part of the Florida State Park system and many sections of the 46 miles are wide and paved. We rode north from Floral City to Inverness, and back, about 14 miles, round trip.

Florida, like so many states, definitely including Pennsylvania, has reached a sweet spot in Trail development. Trail enthusiasts have worked tirelessly for many years and now are are in the process of connecting shorter trails into longer, even statewide trails. As a charter member of Rails-to-Trails, I am so excited to witness the awesome accomplishments of the master plan coming together.


Inverness is a pretty town and the bike trail is clearly a vibrant part of the community. We found a good place for a cold drink. Check out those bikes– I don’t know what to call them! You definitely peddle in a laid back position. Gary’s bike had skinny rode tires, mine were fatter, more like hybrid bike tires. So of course, he flew ahead of me, gloating on how “effortlessly” the bike rode. I’ve been lusting for a new bike, one with a more upright position. This bike would not be in the running. Still, a great day to be out on a bike and exploring a new rail trail.


After returning the bikes we drove back to Kissimmee and finished the day with a pint of Smithwicks at the Raglan Road Irish pub. This family of 3 sons played Irish music and did some step dancing as well. I always enjoy the relaxation as much as the bike ride. Florida is such a great state to ride a bike, lots of trails, mostly flat with interesting history and variety, connecting towns with Trailside amenities, not to mention perfect weather.

I hope to come back to Florida next year. My goal is to be located on one of the long bike trails and to bring my own bike. I’m telling The Golfer, no bikes– no clubs. That should do it.

Rain Day

I went to JoAnn’s, bought more interfacing, fused it to my fabric and I’m back in business. I think the rain will last long enough to finish my little zipper bag. 


It’s been quite a while since I put in a zipper. I didn’t do a perfect job but I don’t think it will matter after the pieces are trimmed up. 


I got the hang of it by the third zipper. Along with the help of an excellent online tutorial. The directions that come with the pattern have very few illustrations and are confusing. 


I wanted the outsides of each of the three pockets to be different green fabrics and the interiors to be turquoise. Got that wrong. Oh well. 


In addition to the three zippered pockets, you could use the four other divisions to organize your stuff as well. I think many quilters and sewists (I feel so modern using that word!) make the bag to carry their needlework supplies. 

I want to organize my travel items and replace three pouches with one bag. 


How cute is this! Isn’t it the perfect bag to “squirrel away” my stuff! I know, I know …but I just couldn’t resist! On a side note, I intended to make the bag for my Quilt Bee Christmas exchange gift but I got sick and couldn’t attend the lunch. So now it’s mine!

Ok, the sun can come back out now. 

No Mouse

Here is a thing I love about Florida. The state has preserved and continues to maintain the historical and natural areas within the excellent State Park system.  Even though the Army Corp of Engineers had its way with “draining the swamp” and controlling water flow in the early 1900’s, it’s possible to get a feel for the old Florida— pre Mouse.

We are situated in Kissimmee, the heart of Disney development, congestion and commercial extravaganza, but you wouldn’t know it, kayaking on the serene Shingle Creek.  

Shingle Creek, headwaters to the Everglades, flows for 23 miles, beginning near Orlando. Just after the Civil War, the Steffee family and other pioneers established a community here. Shingle Creek was named for the cypress shingles, hand split, milled and shipped to Kissimmee. The cabin was built in 1890 and probably used for recreation.  The family recorded that “there were so many deer, turkeys and smaller game for the table.  Panthers, bears and wolves were plentiful in the swamps.”




I don’t think we will see a panther but the ranger told us to look for an alligator just before the picnic area. 


I spotted her, sunning herself on the bank.

I paddled too close and she immediately whipped around to face me. And I did a fast backpaddle! The ranger told us that if a female alligator feels her babies are threatened, she will swim in the opposite direction to decoy danger away from her clutch. 


Just beyond these crossed trees we entered an old growth cypress swamp.

The river narrowed and the birdlife increased. I need to brush up on bird identification but I think this is an ibis. We also saw anhingas, osprey, and herons.

Yellow belly turtles don’t mind if you get really close.

I’ve never seen a stop sign on a water trail before. Time to turn around.

On the way back, mama gator was on high alert. We passed a group of kayakers and pointed her out to them. Their naturalist guide said that alligators are the only reptiles that care for their young. And that they are good mothers. She said to look for the yellow stripes to see the babies hiding in the brush along the bank. I looked as hard as I could, but I couldn’t find them.

Years ago, when we had small children, we paid a few visits to Disney attractions. How this area has changed with mind blowing development! I really wonder if anyone has statistics on how many days you could go to a different Disney theme park in this area — not counting other brands — without repeating yourself. Months? Also, what would it cost? Thousands!

I’ve had a wonderful day, connecting with nature, enjoying the outdoors, contemplating how folks used to live. I’ve happily relinquished all things Disney to my daughter Caitlin who lives in Santa Monica, and with two little boys, has a PhD in theme parks. No Mouse for Gary and I. Today it was hard to remember that there is crazy traffic along Florida I 4. I just drifted along the river, peacefully dipping an occasional paddle.

Happy Valentine’s Day

I found these two half-zip jackets on the sale rack just after Christmas and knew they would be perfect for Valentine’s Day. I cut some hearts from fabric scraps, ironed on Wonder Under and fused them to the jacket— taking care not to touch the iron to the fuzzy fabric! Then I zigzag stitched around the hearts. A quick embellishment I think my granddaughters will like.

I’ve been sewing here in Florida too. Yesterday was chilly and rainy, a perfect day to sew this bag. Ironically I bought the pattern two years ago on a bike ride on the Orange County Trail through Winter Garden. What goes around, right!

I love this Tula Pink fabric. I want those squirrels centered on both sides of the bag. Lucky for me, the pattern repeat is perfect.

I seamed the fabric so that the squirrels would be upright on either side, then centered the design and ironed it down.

A curved quilting line was all that was needed and then I trimmed to size.

The hardest part of sewing this pattern is deciding which fabric you want for each section. It really doesn’t matter though because all the fabrics work together. I tried to match my zipper color to the 3 inside pockets.

Ratz! Clearly I didn’t bring enough interfacing. I don’t think it is that critical so I patched every tiny bit I had on the last section and I’m just gonna “make it work.”

Nooooo! Something is wrong—all the pieces should be the same length. Arrrgh. Miscut! I have plenty of fabric but zero interfacing. I saw a JoAnn’s somewhere in a shopping area around here. A quick Google search reveals too far to walk. The Golfer took the car and won’t be back for hours. Does JoAnn’s deliver? Hah—even if they did— 1 quarter yard interfacing, 79 cents, delivery charge, $10 plus tip, maybe. Could I take an Uber? I guess not, for a quarter yard of interfacing …

I do have another project. But I was on such a good roll! And heck, it’s close enough to wine time anyway.


I have been looking forward to a daily walk. I just have so much trouble getting motivated in Pennsylvania when it’s cold and gray in winter. I admit it, I’m a fair weather walker and I’m totally enjoying my sunny, warm morning stroll.

Now this is what I’m talking about! I have either a 9 or 18 hole window of time to sew while The Golfer is out.

How about doing some laps in the heated pool? Vacation calories add up fast!

The screened porch is a lovely reading spot and I devoured this book. Maybe not the best written literature but the interwoven story of two women, one in present time and the other living in the 1880’s, was enjoyable. For me, the best part of the book was the setting. I’ve always wanted to know about the catastrophic Johnstown, Pennsylvania flood.

In 1889, after several days of heavy rainfall, the earthen damn failed, releasing water in the lake 14 miles above Johnstown and flooding the valley below. The water surge took less than 30 minutes to rush down the mountain and drain the lake. Over 2000 people lost their lives. The details and history fascinate me and the book has old photographs of the lake resort and downstream towns, both before and after the flood. Unbelievable.

When spring returns to the Allegheny Mountains, I want to visit Johnstown and learn all about this historical tragedy.

St. Augustine

This is where I should have started exploring St. Augustine, Florida. I didn’t know there is a lighthouse! This lovely old city has always been on my list of destinations. Quite by serendipity Gary and I decided to swing by on our drive to central Florida. There is never enough time to see it all and now I am planning to come back and climb those stairs and spend some time in the museum some day. From the looks of the mansion house, as far as lighthouse keeper posts go, St. Augustine Beach surely must have been a primo, cushy assignment.

We did get to tour the fort, Castillo de San Marcos. Those cannons could fire a shot and accurately hit a target three miles distant.

The fort and city changed country flags so often that I lost track of the history timeline. These soldiers might be Huguenots, they seemed to have a big presence, snappy uniforms for sure.

British redcoats occupied the fort as well. Two officers to a bunk.

St. Augustine is home to Flagler College, the former magnificent Ponce de Leon Hotel and the very height of luxury in the 1890’s.

I wish I could transport back in time and admire the Tiffany stained glass windows in the grand dining hall. Every pane is encased in thick bulletproof glass now.

I didn’t have enough time in St. Augustine but was happy to have a quick overview. The Golfer is anxious to swing the clubs and there are kayaks to paddle and bikes to ride and porches to relax on and hopefully more serendipity in store.

Half Good

I can’t resist showing this picture of my daughter’s new French bulldog puppy. Max is so cute and cuddly and a feisty little guy. Bella was not enthusiastic about having an addition to the family but Kira says she’s more tolerant now.

I’ve been pretty chatty on the blog this week. Not that many readers received the posts because they still aren’t being delivered by email. Apparently Blogger and other aggregate platforms are working and the blog posts are on my website, One thing fixed– I now get Comments delivered to my email so that I can answer individually. Whoop! Whoop! The gremlins are holding tight to the blog posts but Holly Knott has got’em on the run.

Hence the title “Half Good.” Blog repair status — not the little dogs! If you receive a post in your inbox, please let me know. I’m seriously ready for “All Good.”


We are deep in the Polar Vortex here in Pennsylvania. Alexa just told me the temperature is 6 and the high today will be 17. That probably sounds balmy to folks in the Midwest who are experiencing subzero temperatures. When I backpacked through the Smokey Mountains, one night the temperature dropped to 17 degrees. I was actually toasty in my big down sleeping bag. Crawling out of that cocoon in the morning was an eye opening, teeth chattering experience tho.

After my quilting and sewing marathon of the past few weeks, it’s time for a deep clean in my studio. I use a wire basket system to store my fabric when it’s not in piles and drifts all over the place. Watching the Netflix series, “Tidying Up” with Marie Kondo, I got inspired.

I didn’t think this rolled and folded “stand’em up” method would work for fabric like it does for socks, but wow! So much better! I can pull out the drawer and see at a glance every fabric in there.

I used to just stack the fabric in random piles by color and then root through the layers, making a mess trying to find the one piece I wanted.

I’d be jumping up and down doing a Snoopy dance of Joy if it wasn’t for the realization that I’ve Konmaried the two easy drawers– and have 25 to go. Well, while the enthusiasm lasts, it will be good!

If you are staying warm inside and need a good read, I loved this book. It reminded me of reading “The Light Between Oceans,” another book I enjoyed. Both stories involve lighthouse keepers but the setting in “The Light-Keepers Daughters,” is an island in Lake Superior, near the coast of Canada. Many years ago, (many…) Gary and I canoed through the wilderness waters of Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada, very near the tiny island in the book. I do have a fascination with lighthouses and it was interesting to read about the shipping lanes in Lake Superior. Lighthouse keepers there got a reprieve in winter months because the lake froze solid.

Keep warm!