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Ami's AfterChat Newsletter

June 1998


Please Note: This newsletter was originally sent on June 14, 1998. It may not have improved with age. Information may be outdated and irrelevant, not to mention useless. It is here only for your enjoyment.


WELCOME
We're up to about 3,100 subscribers. Welcome to the latest batch of readers, and of course to those who have been with me since the beginning. If you're curious as to what you may have missed, please check out past copies of the AfterChat on my web page: http://quilt.com/amisimms. They are all there for your enjoyment. Also, Sue Traudt has just updated the Gallery of Photo-Quilts and I've added a "Free Book" offer. Check it out.

Don't forget our next on-line chat is Thursday, June 25, 1998 from 9 to 10 EST. In the AOL Quilter's Chat Room. See you there!


FEATHERWEIGHT ISN'T
Thanks to all who e-mailed me about the "featherweight" I thought I purchased at the antique mall. It's a Singer 99, and I'm just as happy. Who knew $35 would go so far! I've received all sorts of information about the machine (and where to find even more) from the knowledgeable readers of this newsletter. Thank you! I'm grateful. As soon as I put Fun Photo-Quilts & Crafts to bed this fall, I'll take the machine out and play, and hit the Net to find out all I can about my new purchase. But, until then, I'm chained to the book!


OVERRUN WITH GUINEA PIGS
Speaking of getting e-mails....wow! I had no idea so many of you would be willing to test patterns for me! I must have gotten over 200 e-mails, all of which I attempted to answer. Sorry if you only got a few lines..... I've got a group of about 15 pattern testers. (You know who you are!) I'll be shocked if I can get anything to you before July, so don't worry.


AMI'S CONFUSION
Sorry about the wrong date for the Simply Quilts re-run. I wrote 29th, it was really the 26th. Six/Nine, they look so much alike. They must have put our 800 number on the show as we got tons of calls that day, which is how I figured out I had written the wrong date! Sorry about that! Don't worry if you missed it. I'll let you know when they plan on rebroadcasting it and then print the wrong date again some time later.....


MEDICALLY HONORED
Next time you're at the doctor's office and happen to be glancing around the waiting room for something to read, you might be in luck if your doctor has replaced the 3 year old copies of Ladies Home Journal and Family Circle with some of his technical reading. My photo-transfer quilt, "Beebe's Birthday," made the cover of the International Society For Traumatic Stress Studies! (I knew you'd be thrilled.) They printed 10,000 copies and sent me 6, so there are 9,994 of them out there somewhere. Maybe you'll get lucky.....

They've also asked to borrow the quilt to hang at the June 30 press conference in Washington, DC so maybe my quilt will be on TV! If that really happens (you never know about these things) maybe you can see my quilt on your local news! Or CNN!!


NOSE RINGS
I went in to pick up an order of pizza the other night and there at the counter in front of me was a young woman with a pierced nose. Not on the side of her nose, right in the middle. And she had a big hoop earring (nosering?) hanging there between her nostrils, swaying back and forth. Now, I don't know too many people with nose rings. In fact, I could probably count the number of friends of mine with pierced noses on the fingers of one hand. If I made a fist. That's it. Zero friends with nose rings. Nada. Zilch.

I know I'm going to hear from all you quilters out there with pierced noses, but I'm going to take a stand here. I think nose rings are stupid. Having said that, allow me to qualify: Indian women wearing silk saris look just fine wearing a little diamond on the sides of their noses. Teen-age girls with hoop earrings stuck through their noses getting pizza look stupid. How does this happen? Do people wake up one morning and decide they want to look like a bull?

It pains me to see people mutilating their bodies in this way. I have an overwhelming urge to stare and since I'm far too well brought up to do anything more than glimpse, I have to resort to looking out of the corner of my eye. And that gives me a headache.

On the bright side, I guess there are practical considerations. Why, if I had a nose ring I could....

Tie dental floss around it and floss my teeth with only one hand.
Hang paper clips and rubber bands from it to reduce desk clutter in my office.
Slip the end of my dog's leash through it and walk my dog hands free.
Use it to dry pantyhose instead of the shower rod.
Store tissues in it during weddings and funerals in case I start to cry.
Nose rings actually make a great quilting aid. It's the perfect place to hang a small pair of Ginghers. Just slide the point through the hoop. The handles would be too big to pass through and will keep them ever at the ready. Makes cutting the thread and then licking it before you aim it at the needle so much easier. Not all that wasted arm movement. For hand applique slide small spools of thread onto your nose ring for a handy assortment. Simply knock your head back to flip up the nose ring, then select the appropriate color thread and pull to unspool. Finally, nose rings are the perfect tool for machine quilting. Use it as a thread guide. Just pass the nylon thread through your nose ring right after it goes through the take-up lever. Most of us sew with our heads bent over the machine anyway!

Come to think of it all quilters should get their noses pierced and wear a hoop earring between their nostrils. We could put little miniature quilts in the miniature hoops! Wouldn't that be a hit at the next quilt show?!


ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I'm off to St. Cloud, Minnesota on Tuesday to teach some classes and present my lecture on the Old Order Amish. If you happen to be in the neighborhood, come on by and say hello! There is a Meet The Teacher Event on Wednesday night. Maybe I'll see you there. We're all bringing books to sell and autograph. Last month I had a wonderful time in Iowa visiting quilting guilds in Des Moines and Sioux City. (Hi, guys!)


GETTING ENOUGH IRON?
I have a new play toy, called a thermo-coupler. My engineer friend and quilter, Maggie, got it for me so I could test iron temperatures. It's actually a thermometer that you're supposed to cook with. (I try never to do that anymore....) It has one of those long probes that can even dangle out of the microwave. The probe is hooked up to a digital read-out with a timer. Since I do a lot of photo-transfers, I noticed that some of my irons are better than others. And, they each appear to have a sweet spot. AND, they all loose power when one of the construction workers plays with his saw. (The lights dim, too, so at least I know to quit ironing.)

What I've found, aside from the fact that I want to do more testing, is that the point of the iron is the least hot on most models. The hottest part is usually the middle or bottom third of the iron. Strangely, some of the higher priced models cycle on to full tilt, then as soon as they reach the desired temperature, they cycle off, and can drop as much as 50 degrees in 60 seconds. Not good for photo-transfers, where you need constant heat.

Anybody out there have a thermo coupler and want to do additional testing on their iron with me?


CONSTRUCTION UPDATE
The plumber's helpers returned to the scene of the crime to fix the shower. Two men who smelled as if they had never taken one, attempted to fix mine. They removed a chunk of cement from the innards of the pipe and bid a fond adieu, leaving an olfactory memory that lasted several hours. I must admit that their surgery did improve the water pressure, but now the circle of water spewing forth has grown to such proportions that it hits the wall on one side and the shower curtain on the other. Still nothing in the middle. I could read the newspaper and not get a drop on it. In order to get wet anyplace other than my ankles and neck, I have to crouch down and do the Funky Chicken. With my hands on my hips and my knees bent I am able to shampoo.

Mid-stream the shower begins to sing. It's strange and haunting melody brought husband and daughter to the bathroom door to investigate. Whatever was I doing in there?! Without any provocation from any other pipe in the house, the nozzle began it's lament. It sounded like someone was letting the air out of a balloon, very slowly, by pulling the neck. Funny, that's just what I'd like to do to the plumber!


WOMAN'S DAY
Look in the August 4th issue of Woman's Day for another photo-transfer quilt. (It should be on sale around July 14.) Yell when you see it on the news stands and I'll rush right out and buy my usual 35 copies. This is the photo- transfer quilt made with old blue jeans, the one that started the whole underwear thing going. (Turns out, after all those great ideas, this is the only quilt they were interested in!) Notime2qlt@aol.com was the lucky winner of the abandoned and unfinished T-shirt quilt. Anybody want the socks?


NEWS FROM UNCLE BUD
"Today, I finally got around to installing the new weather-stripping on the bottom of the passage door to our garage. One would think that this would be extremely boring. Not so! As I was kneeling in what may have been construed as a Moslem religious position shoving the plastic material into it's new tee slotted home, a large carpenter ant came out of hiding and sneered at me. I pretended not to notice him until the new weather-stripping was securely in place, then ever so nonchalantly I slowly reached for the ant spray while whistling Beethoven's 5th to put him at ease and then turned and smartly dispatched a large ugly screaming stream of ant-lethal poison under the cabinet where I saw the spy appear.

Thoughts of caulking the large crack were immediately postponed when I noticed about 12 other very sick looking large black animals with a shiny coating of ant spray come belligerently marching out from their cover. I stepped on two at one time, and then did my dance of death singly. For a while I did a rather astonishing imitation of Gene Kelly dancing on the side of the cabinet as they tried to distance themselves from the obnoxious liquid that I had presented to them just a few seconds earlier.

The more I stomped and jumped the more their sinister army came oozing out in a dark wide black offensive line. I retreated momentarily to change weapons. This time I chose a whisk broom instead of my shoes because it was immediately handy. As I whisked, they massed to attack in yet another wave. I called for reinforcements which produced a barefoot middle aged female unaccustomed to the savagery of war. Bodies flew in all directions, the van was removed from the garage, back-up weapons were brought to the front lines and deployed. The enemy had never before faced such serious artillery, as the shop vac gave voice to it's intention of mass destruction and total annihilation.

In the end two tired and sweating humans stood motionless and victorious. There was no cheering, no parades and no speeches. It was a conflict that neither side wanted or had anticipated, and although victory was sweet and just, the pallor of death and smell of pesticides hung heavily over the battlefield for several hours.

The army of occupation then moved in for the final cleanup operation which involved another trip to Ace Hardware for a tube of caulk, to forever conceal the enemies hiding place from the rest of the world. The burials were swift and unemotional, and a huge victory banquet for two began shortly thereafter. A brief and heated discussion followed, concerning the merits of erecting a memorial wall of some kind, but the motion was defeated because of the difficulty in obtaining an accurate list of the names of the fallen warriors.

This, then, was a typical day for us. Sometimes we tend to get carried away with the excitement of our retirement, but mostly we keep a fairly stable view of things. I'll miss them little critters, but I can't help but wonder how much of my garden tool cabinet they actually ate.


LAUGH HERE (Kid Wisdom)
No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize a cat.

When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.

If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.

Never ask your 3-year-old brother to hold a tomato.

You can't trust dogs to watch your food.

Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.

Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a Tic Tac.

Don't ever hold a Dustbuster and a cat at the same time.

The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap


JUST IN CASE YOU'RE STILL GIGGLING
Police in Oakland, California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them, shouting to please come out and give himself up.

An Illinois man pretending to have a gun kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines. The kidnapper then proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank accounts.

A man walked in to a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Shop, and asked for all the money in the cash drawer. Apparently, the take was too small, so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until police showed up and grabbed him.

A man spoke frantically into the phone: "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!" "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No, you idiot!" the man shouted. "This is her husband!"

In Modesto, CA, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun, but unfortunately, he failed to keep his hand in his pocket.

Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money or I'll shoot," the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"

Have a great quilting day! Thanks for reading this month's newsletter.

Ami Simms
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