Showing posts with label challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label challenge. Show all posts

Friday, July 02, 2010

Charity Quilts

My guild just had a challenge to complete quilts for a hospice near us. I'm proud to say that we met and even exceeded the challenge, donating over 55 quilts to the hospice. Here's a few of them:


You'll see a nice mix in the pictures, everything from big block quilts to nickle square quilts, crumb quilts and heartstring quilts. We had a workshop on the quilt-as-you-go circle quilts you see there, they were a lot of fun to do. Here's more quilts:

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Wordzzle

Bloghopping around google's Blogs of Note today, I found a neat weekly challenge!


She posts a bunch of ten random words and phrases. The challenge is to make all ten words, any order, into a SHORT paragraph. Guidelines for playing are posted HERE. She also posts a mini challenge with only 5 words and phrases.

Here are the words for next Saturday's ten-word challenge:
albino, trench, marble, assistant, Indian, What's that supposed to mean?, sound first principles, the key thing, moat, curtain

and for the mini challenge: under the surface, doomed, grand design, temple, aspirin

Here's my paragraph - I decided to try both challenges, and to tie them together into one coherent story.

Marie looked at the others sitting around the faux marble conference table. An albino, an Indian, and a soldier fresh from the trenches, what an eclectic mix. But the key thing was, they were all the best in their field at creative software design. Their new platform was going to be based on sound first principles, and protected by an impenetrable security moat.

She moved to the window and pulled back the heavy brocade curtain. Where was Carl? It wasn't like him to be late, especially for something as vital as this final, pre-launch meeting. Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Mike, her assistant, stuck his head in. "Carl's not going to make it today."
"What's that supposed to mean?" snarled the marine.
"He's dead." stated Mike.

Anna slid under the surface of the table in a faint, a crumpled puddle of orange, batik cotton saree. She'd been fasting and spending time at the temple in the days before their grand design was to be unveiled.

Marie fumbled in her purse for an aspirin. Without the information on Carl's flash drive, their press conference was doomed.
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