Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Baltimore Bunnies Revisited

I promised I'd share some pictures of my completed Baltimore Bunnies quilt, so here you go.
Here's the picture from the pattern.

This ismy version of the quilt. My local quilt shop borrowed it for display.
It's hard to see the quilting in the photos, but my quilter Richard Larson did a wonderful job!


I love the ribbon-candy quilting in the red sashing!

Aren't the cabbage leaves cute the way they're quilted?

I love the tiny bunnies!


So there it is! I've started on a new applique quilt called "Birdsong," which is a much easier one to make, but I like it because it looks antique.





So what do you think? Are any of you quilters? Needleworkers? What feeds your creative soul?

Friday, May 29, 2015

Guest Reviewer: Where Hope Grows


Hello, everyone, I’m C.J.’s son Calvin Chase. My mother persuaded me to see the movie Where Hope Grows with my brother Nathanael. It seemed like a good idea considering that the both my brother and one of the movie's main characters have Down Syndrome, and I wouldn’t have minded going had my mom not made it obvious she was trying to play match-maker between me and a girl from church. When it turned out that the girl in question would be unable to attend, my mom tried asking again, only this time she revealed the her true ulterior motive: to get me to write a review on her behalf for this website. We couldn’t both go to the theatre, you see, because Where Hope Grows is rated PG-13 for drunkenness and sexual references, and my other brother is only seven years old. Fortunately, I like to write movie reviews, so I agreed to her terms, especially since she paid for the tickets.

Where Hope Grows is a story about a jobless, alcoholic, washed-up baseball player named Calvin Campbell whose daughter is dating a punk looking for sex. Ever since he froze at the plate and struck out without swinging his bat, Calvin has lost the will to do anything other than hang out with his buds at the bar. But one day, Calvin starts talking to a man with Down Syndrome named Produce, who works in the produce section of the local grocery store. Produce’s “magical happiness,” as Calvin calls it at one point, draws Calvin’s attention, and the alcoholic starts spending more time with his new friend by teaching Produce how to play baseball.

Calvin starts talking about Produce to his daughter and drinking buddies. At first they shrug it off as a one-time thing or a temporary phase Calvin is going through, but one day while Calvin is golfing with his best friend, Calvin’s incessant praising of Produce incites his friend to say that Calvin is just using Produce to feel good about himself. A heated argument ensues, ending with Calvin punching his friend for saying that Calvin is too scared of his past failure in baseball to make a difference in his own life. Calvin gets drunk, says some mean things to Produce, and misses an extremely important job interview—causing his daughter to lose any remaining faith she had in him.

Rather than fall deeper into despair, however, Calvin finally sees himself for what he has become and works to fix himself. He starts going to alcoholic counseling sessions, and Produce convinces him and his daughter to attend church for the first time. Even Calvin’s best friend helps to break his drinking habit, despite being a chronic drunk himself. But amidst what appears to be a happy ending, the punk ex-boyfriend possesses a vendetta against Produce and the Campbells, and the best friend suspects that his wife is cheating on him, foreboding great misfortune in the near future.




My opinion of the movie? Well, you know that men don’t cry easily, right? Because of that, I have a rule of thumb that any story that can force me to cry in spite of myself is among the greatest. This one did not, but it came extremely close; I was on the verge of tears for about half of the movie. Produce is perhaps one of the most lovable non-child characters I have ever seen, and the friendship he builds with Calvin and his daughter is touching, to say the least. The main character’s quest for redemption is a bit stereotypical, but Produce’s mere presence in the movie throws a major curve ball into that stereotype. And the climax strikes so suddenly and intensely it leaves the audience breathless in a whirlwind of emotions—shock, fear, sadness, anticipation, awe, pride—until the end credits finally appear on screen. I feel I must point out that the character-developing scenes for Calvin’s best friend, though necessary, feel pointless for the majority of the movie, but even with that one down-side, I give it 4.5 out of 5 stars—a movie you should definitely go see.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The Romantic Cartographer

My husband is a collector. He is or has collected pretty much anything I can think up. From bottle caps to erasers, ball caps, coins, stamps, to copies of Robinson Crusoe. I could go on. I’ll say it again, my husband is a collector. I am not.

He has one collection that I actually enjoy though. Maps. There’s something about antique maps that draws me in. I like to read the names of towns and trace the sinuous path of rivers and roads, and well… imagine.  

The oldest known maps are clay tablets from Babylon, believed to have been created around 2300 B.C. Some historians even claim that there are cave drawings that are maps from much earlier. Greek and Roman map makers were well aware that the world was a sphere and their maps reflected their knowledge. During the Middle Ages European maps took a distinctly odd turn, literally. T-O maps began to be created which showed an exaggeratedly large Jerusalem as the center and east was oriented toward the top of the map.

During the Age of Exploration, map making made great strides forward. It was during this time that compass lines began to be added to maps and globes were created.

Maps and globes were incredibly valuable. The country that controlled the knowledge of the trade routes had a decisive advantage. And that advantage extended from bringing home incredible wealth to the nation in control of the maps to military and diplomatic power. Because of this navigational charts and maps were soon given the status of state secrets. And by extension, cartographers became secret service agents, able to lead their countries to new lands to colonize.

The more the European powers came into competition, the more highly prized accurate information and charts became.

For example, the Treaty of Tordesillas between Spain and Portugal divided the world in half. And the two countries agreed to claim new discoveries only in their half. Spain took the western hemisphere and Portugal the eastern.

But there’s some evidence that Portugal’s King John II may have put one over on good old Ferdinand and Isabella. The originally proposed line was a little further west of the one that was finally agreed upon, and what might not have seemed very significant in writing would have made a huge difference if a picture had been available. You see, Pedro Alvarez Cabral is officially credited with discovering Brazil in 1500, ostensibly during another attempt to reach India via a westerly route. He promptly claimed the newly discovered land for Portugal since that bump out of the South American continent lay well within the negotiated territory. It’s believed by some historians that Portuguese ships discovered the coast of Brazil much earlier however, and that John II knowingly had the line moved in order to gain more land.

The discovery of Australia is attributed to Captain Cook, but there’s also some evidence that the Portuguese knew of the continent and kept the information a secret.

With so much at stake it’s no wonder that spies were soon dispatched to one another’s capitals to try to buy or steal those incredibly valuable maps. Lisbon in particular was inundated by secret agents.
Anybody else’s head spinning with story possibilities? What? No one else is envisioning a map sewn into a heroine’s skirt, midnight escapes and swashbuckling adventure on land and sea? Oh. Well I’ll go into my corner now and content myself with daydreaming.

Maps are more prosaic. Mere tools to get us from point a to point b. There’s no romance or intrigue in a GPS system. But when I look at my husband’s collection of (mostly fake) antique maps I can still smell a whiff of the spice islands and all the adventure of the Age of Discovery.

Do you like maps too? Any map related stories to share?


Is anyone in your life a collector? Is it you? What do you/they collect?

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Broken Umbrellas - Awesome Nonfiction!

By Dina Sleiman

Perhaps the best part of being an editor is getting to read books that change your life as a part of your job. Broken Umbrellas is one of those books. As I was editing this book for WhiteFire, it blessed me so much and I was talking about it with such passion and excitement, that my book club decided to read it the moment it released. This beautifully written nonfiction book will minister hope and healing to anyone who has areas of brokenness in their live, which--let's face it--is pretty much all of us. But why don't you take a peek for yourself:

It snowed the day of my grandson's funeral. Pure grace blanketing dirty mounds of earth. Through my tears, my gaze fell on a sagging blue umbrella suspended over the head of a woman grieving our tiny loss with us. New tears sprang from within me, from depths I didn t know existed. Not from the loss of my precious one, but from this old umbrella, broken and twisted, yet hovering and flapping above this woman. It offered no protection at all from the wetness dropping from the sky, yet she clung to it. Broken and unsheltered. Could anything symbolize my heart and all humanity better than this crippled umbrella? And then she did something that tore me apart. 
She moved her brokenness in an attempt to protect the man beside her.
 
~*~ 
We are all surrounded by brokenness, around us and inside us from divorce, from abuse, from loss. We try to relate and serve, to love and protect...but how can we, when we ourselves are broken? We still end up exposed to life s storms. We still end up covered in snow. And we wonder why. 
In this transparent and honest look into humanity's deepest hurts, hope for our relationships comes through the ultimate Relationship with the Lord. Join author Emma Broch Stuart as she travels that snowy road of pain toward the ultimate healing only God can offer.

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