Gone To The Beach: 2025/10

Friday, October 31, 2025

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Much longed for October has come to its final week. My heart is back in July, savoring those hot sunny days. Mo has transitioned to winter better than I have---he has returned to his smelly old beds [heaven forbid I wash or replace them], bringing his best dollies and his baby monkey blankies, snoring away the day.

Here he is looking for me after a windy walk with his weekday walker.

Mommy, mommy, where's my drinkie, where's my treaties?
I do tricks, mommy, looook!

I forgot to order cider in my grocery delivery. And they were out of gourds. Maybe I'll get to TJs before Friday, who knows.

Living room display. Do we prefer prim and plain or love the added little quilt?

This quilt was a spur of the moment, just for fun project, a TQC postcard that was misfiled then refound, from 2022.

Isn't it ever so sweet!

I used my cherished most fave Halloween fabric, a thrifted find, for the binding. I used every scrap, it is all gone. It's sort of Halloween candy and other images, tosses on black ground Like many of us, I find it hard to use up favorite beloved fabrics.

This backing was an end of year find somewhere, maybe Joann's? I have it in pink too, I think 4 yards each. Again, hard to use, but this way I can enjoy it in a positive pleasing way.

I also just for fun made a bunting banner from a J Wecker Frisch panel. No instructions, so I made it any old way. The images are witchy and intriguing.

It was gifted to my little friend, with the pre-instructions "not a doll outfit, not candy".

It was for her family's big grey wood fence, but gale wind alerts brought it inside. (will we really have 2" of rain and 50 mph winds? Color me dubious.)

This was a leftover piece from the bunting. It could be a cute label, but covers the wonderful Mr Moons and vintage Halloween images.

With a label.

I got these new labels.

I don't like labels on quilts or tags on clothes, so why do I love these labels? They're fun! Look professional...and it is a small business run by a woman. They also make very stylish custom quilt labels, if you're into that.

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Googly Eyed Jack. Six are done, 3 to go before Friday when Halloween is shelved until next year. Plus wild geese border.

Fun to make! But not so pumpkin-y? And a tad creepy?

Here's a more traditional version, by MIG Quilts, via IG. Pattern is by Cheri Payne, out of print.

And her darling Black Cat. Just for inspiration.

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A random corner, neutrals returning for November, maybe? I have an IV session---terrible timing, mid December, so this year will be starting Christmas early. The protocol chooses the dates, not me; I am not pleased.

Mo tried on his tutu and witch hat. He is so sweet and good about dressing up.

And Oh Look, we found a tree with colorful leaves! An ornamental fig tree grown too big. I must ask for a leaf.

The grey chill is creeping in. I'll go for a walk soon, then bake something to warm the house---apple tart? Baked potatoes w broccoli, bacon, and cheese for a warming dinner. Yum. Have a good week, celebrate October!

love

lizzy

gone to the beach....

Friday, October 24, 2025

An October Beach Walk

Hello, hello! We haven't had a beach walk for quite awhile. But come with me, let's look at the wind tossed, drought burnt dunes and beach.

It all started yesterday when my in-work Googly Jack's mouth and teeth blew away. I looked everywhere---on my deck and yard but no mouth. So today I went out to see if the little wool scrap blew afar, into the lane or the neighboring yards.

It actually turned up, dropped in the sewing room// stuck to my foot?, but I loved the calm and sunshine and carried on.

A bit of garden peeping! This house now has a delightful weathered rooster wind vane. It creaks and spins merrily in the breeze.

And this house on the corner has, as usual, the most profuse and beautiful dusty pink dried hydrangea heads. I never have the nerve to ask this person if I could have a few.

I peeked through the seawall, a rusty hole opens up to see nearby doings.

I carried on towards the beach entrance. Here we are, so windswept and changed after last week's nor'easter. That storm brought winds, luckily from the northeast, but little rain.

Summer is very over. The lifeguard stands toppled for winter storage.

The Covid shell display battered.

The dunes are dry and unkempt.

The roses have a tinge of leaf color but the few berries are dry as raisins.

Only the staunch bayberry bushes are lush with tiny dark blue-grey berries.

I look at them and wonder why and how the colonists of early America had the notion that these berries would make beautifully pale green, fragrant, much needed candles. It baffles me.

With the dunes so dry, only two rains since June, I think, I wonder how the tiny creatures who inhabit the dunes survive. Perhaps the swales behind the roses, in the hollow still have water. I didn't climb down to look.

Lots of tiny footprints.

And a well trodden little pathway.

My beach is large and undamaged,

but to the far west the surfing beach is apparently all gone. The following pics were sent by a friend who walks daily early mornings. The cliffs are shocking, we cannot imagine how the beach will rebuild itself.