A Pieceful Life

A Pieceful Life


I'm so glad that you stopped by, and hope that you enjoy your visit. Here you will find pieces of my life - quilting, cross-stitch, family, travel, friends.
My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.
We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Quilting along the Oregon Coast

On our recent trip to the Oregon Coast, my sister-in-law and I looked out for quilt shops.  She had a list of shops along the coast, but mostly it was a matter of just stumbling across them when we were exploring.  The guys, of course, weren’t terribly interested, and usually took the opportunity to have a little nap while waiting for us to satisfy our obsession.

Homespun Quilts in Astoria was our first stop, but unfortunately it was closed, apparently due to a family medical appointment.  One glance in the window, and we wished we had another day to be able to come back.

But then, just a couple of blocks away, we found Custom Threads.  No web-site or blog to share with you – but a charming little store that also catered to the yarn crafters out there.

In Newport, we found Quilter’s Cove    

They said it was a 60 degree ruler, but when I looked closer at it later, I realized it’s not.  So I’m not sure it’s going to do what I thought it would, but the price was good.

We visited Ruth’s Family Fabrics in Waldport – more than just a quilting store, they supply general sewers as well.

In Florence is where I made my only purchases, having resisted to that point.  At Joy of Quilting I found this ruler:


They said it was a 60 degree ruler, but when I looked closer at it later, I realized it’s not.  So I’m not sure it’s going to do what I thought it would, but the price was good. 

Adjacent to Joy of Quilting is Gi-Gi Mo’s Quilt Gallery (there’s a link on the Joy of Quilting Home Page) – oh, my, the beautiful quilts there – the inspiration, the challenge – I wanted to rush right home and start creating, not that I have the ability of those quilters.

At Wenz-Daze Quilter’s Emporium, we found a fascinating 2-story building with displays of antique sewing machines.

Here I found the perfect final fabric for a table-topper I have in mind (sorry the pic is so fuzzy):


And I actually got started on this table topper last night – pics coming soon.

We had hoped to find a Jo-Ann Fabric store somewhere along the line, but didn’t see any.

Another hope was that we’d be able to spend some time at Fabric Depot in Portland, but just getting through that city was its own nightmare, without asking the guys to try to find a quilt shop with trailers in tow.  A brochure we picked up along the way gave us some history of the store – most fascinating to me is the fact that these folks, Tony and Marie Bosboom, were the original owners of Fabricland, which is in Canada as well.  I think there’s another trip to the US in my future to try to get to both of these stores.


Sunday, June 27, 2010


When I started blogging, I thought I’d focus on my quilting hobby.  I’ve discovered that there’s so much more happening in my life, and somehow quilting tends to take a back bench when it comes to blogs.  That’s partly why the last few posts have been all about our trip down the Oregon Coast  - that and honestly,no quilting being done while travelling.

Today, I decided to join a blogger sorority – not sure what that will look like over the next while, but sounds like it could be fun.  The link is on my side-bar – check it out!  I wasn’t in time to ‘rush’ but apparently that’s okay.

I have a few more stories from our trip, as soon as I get myself organized, then will catch up with what’s happening on the sewing/quilting front.          

Aaah….it’s good to be home!                    Peg


We headed to Florence on our last full day on the Oregon Coast.  Inland tomorrow on the homeward trail.

First stop on our way southward, was at the famous Sea Lion Caves – this needs a blog all on its own, but here’s one picture to whet your appetite:


Florence is well-known for its sand-dunes, so we had to get pictures – didn’t actually go out for a ride, having dogs with us that couldn’t get on the buggies.  Interestingly, we didn’t see any riders at all!

60.Sand dunes

We stopped for lunch at the marina – beautiful view and fresh air to whet the appetite further:


And wandered through Old Florence


This sign pointed apparently to all the other ‘Florences’ in North America, including one in Nova Scotia:


There was, of course another lighthouse – more on that later.

It’s been a wonderful vacation – we’re actually at our last stop at Kent Washington on our way home.  The drive yesterday was harrowing – we lost each other a couple of times, and were too far apart to communicate with our radios, got stuck in congestion at Portland, got stuck in a traffic jam due to an accident at Olympia, and spent a while bouncing down the I-5 (trying to find an alternate road to get us home today – 100 miles of that bouncy road is just too much for the trailers, not to mention it really stresses our dog).

Hope you’ve enjoyed the pictures and the travelogue.  There will be a few more posts on specifics when I get pictures sorted and tagged better.  I’ve missed all the quilting dialogue, and will have to sit down and catch up with you all.  My fingers are itching to get home and open up the sewing machine.


Saturday, June 26, 2010


Newport Historic Bayfront kept us fascinated for several hours, with its marina:

07.Newport bayfront

fish processing plant, complete with crab traps ready to go:


more historic buildings:


and the sealions at the dock:


The lighthouse we visited, I’ll save for another post.  It was a long trek upstairs, so the men waited patiently for us to get our fix:

53.Waiting patiently

One more day to go and we’ll be heading homeward.  So much more to tell, than what I’ve shared so far – lots of blogs coming up!


Thursday, June 24, 2010

Cape Meares Lighthouse

From Pacific City, we took a short drive back north, sans trailers, to visit one of nine lighthouses along this stretch of the coast.

45.Cape Meare Lighthouse

This particular lighthouse is only one of two that is 8-sided.  The glass is alternately clear and red, and makes one full revolution every four minutes.  So the light will flash alternately red and white every thirty seconds – a sure sign that this is, in fact, Cape Meares.


On our way back to the camp-site, we stopped to look at Sand Lake.  We imagined a lake with a sandy bottom – this is what we found:

61.Sand Lake

It’s an Off-Road Vehicle recreation area – just perfect for those dune buggies.  There was no indication if this had ever been a real lake.  The sand was incredibly fine, almost like talcum powder – I wanted to take some home with me.

Our trip is winding down – only a couple more days, and we’ll be headed homeward.  In the meantime, still more historical town-sites, sand-dunes, and sea-lion caves to visit.


Pacific City

We arrived at Pacific City and Cape Kiwanda on Monday afternoon.  This stretch of beach is particularly known for the dory fishermen, but we also discovered that surfers like this area as well.  The surf shop was prominent on the highway:


Surfers rode the waves, hour after hour, and we could only think how much our son-in-law would love to be here:


This little fellow seems to be in training:

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Dories are the traditional fishing boats for this area.  Flat-bottomed, they were originally double-ended and rowed into the ocean.  Now that outboard motors are used, the stern is square.  The dories are pushed, then rowed into the water until deep enough to lower the motor.  On return, they come into the beach at fairly high speeds, lifting the motor at the last minute and letting the momentum take them as far out of the water as possible.  They are then towed up the beach until it’s safe to back the trailer into them.  We didn’t see any launches, as they were apparently up with the birds, while we were still snug in our beds.  But we did see landings:

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The dory fleet is known for its safety record, with only six dory-men lost at sea in over 100 years of it existence.  Dory-men are often first responders to distress calls at sea.  In 1996, the Dory-men’s Association was founded to preserve and protect their historic traditions.

I copied this poem from the plaque near this beach:

The Devil with Dorymen

Now, all went well near the gates of Hell til a lone quiet fellow appeared

Claimed he’d been in a ‘bite’, and doing all right   ‘…at thirty-six cents who can yell?’'

God, his finger were cut, his hands were barked, and he looked like he needed a beer,

He rolled his hip boots, and inquired aloud, ‘Is there a bartender here?’

The Devil came out to record this young stout and this is the story he heard:

‘Twas just afore dawn when the tide was out and I suddenly got the urge.

I was dumpin’ my boat when the pickup got stuck and the back roller busted in two….

The outboard dropped down and twisted around, so the shear pin I replaced anew.

I winched the truck out and then turned about as the damned boat washed back on the sand.

I near took the Lord’s name and I’m hardly to blame ‘cause a dory don’t fish on dry land.

Well, I finally shoved out, a-runnin’ due south, and slowed to drop my gear,

When a sea gull christened my upturned face, and a gaff hook tethered my rear.’

The dory-man paused to scratch himself, and the Devil’s sides shook with glee.

Proceed with your tale,’ the Devil said, ‘you fish for eternity.’

Well,’ the dory-man said, ‘I cranked my gear down, five spreads on each deep and the tips,

When the springs came alive and shook like a quake, and I knowed that I’d hit the right rip.

What I failed to notice, while throwing the spreads, was a number eight hooked in my belt.

Then the gurdy kicked free and it’s easy to see why the icy ocean I felt’

My friend,’ laughed Satan, ‘you’ve led a hard life.  Your story has logic, it’s sound.

You may return to that rip in the sky, and your thirty-six cents a pound.’

Aw, beggin’ your pardon,’ the dory-man cried, there’s no cause here for alarm!

If you’d just let me stoke up your fire, I’d sooner stay here where it’s warm.’

Written by R.L. Anderson, 2005



Another little community close to Astoria is Seaside.  We arrived to find they were having a Show and Shine, perfect distraction for the men while we women took in a couple of shops:


In one mall, we found a carousel, a real old-fashioned, ride-the-horses carousel.  I thought I was too big to get onto those little horses, but the sight sure brought back childhood memories:


On the beach we found kites:


And another tribute to Lewis and Clark, at the ’End of the Trail’:

13.Lewis and Clark

The weather has been mostly cool and cloudy throughout the trip, and our evenings have been more indoors than out.  But God seemed to bless us with sunshine at each of our sightseeing stops.  Packing up to leave Astoria, though, was done in a downpour – it was enough to make us wish we were at home.  But southward we headed to see what more glories the Oregon Coast had to offer.


Cannon Beach

While in the Astoria area, we spent time in the quaint little town of Cannon Beach, so named because of a US Navy cannon that washed ashore in 1846.

The theatre caught my eye, with its Tragedy and Comedy masks on the gable:

13.Cannon Beach Theatre

The library was easy to spot:


When we chatted with an artist in this little gallery (beautiful work by the way), we learned that this house had originally sat on the northeast corner of a homestead, and for one period of time in it history had been a regular stop-off for loggers, who found the two ladies who lived here very friendly:

19.House of ill repute

It was the diamond-shaped window in the gable that caught my eye, but our historian didn’t know the significance of it.

Haystack Rock is the claim to fame for this area:

29 25.Haystack

On our way back to the campground, we stopped at Ecola State Park (as recommended by my sister), taking a very windy, steep road to get there.  But the views were glorious:

45 35.Ecola Park 41

More to come!!!!             Peg


Posted this a little precipitately, so a little out of order - this stop followed our visits to Cannon Beach and Seaside.

Heading south, we stopped at the famous Tillamook Cheese factory:
Where of course they make cheese, and lots of it:
The lights made everything look yellow.
They’re also known for their ice cream:
09.Ice cream
These vats are unbelievable huge:
And the product was as delicious as expected:
Quilters that we are, this commemorative quilt caught our eye:
I was especially intrigued with the paper-pieced trees at the bottom, very ‘wonky’ but reflective of the trees in the wind in this area.
The trip continues………….Peg

Monday, June 21, 2010


On our trip southward we were on the Lewis and Clark Trail

16.Lewis and Clark Trail

Merriweather Lewis and William Clark headed the first overland expedition across the United States to the Pacific Coast.  They reached the mouth of the Columbia River in 1805.

Fort Astoria was established in 1810 by the American Fur Company, owned by John Jacob Astor.  Though the settlement was named for him, he himself apparently never did visit the area.

The port is now a popular stop for cruise ships, and in fact we were here a few years ago when on a cruise headed for the Panama Canal.

An old city, we see much of the architecture of the 1800s:

15.Downtown Astoria

Towering above the city is Astoria Column:

07   which is painted to depict the exploration by Lewis and Clark:


We visited nearby Fort Stevens military site, which is a ghost town with remnants of its former glory:

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We visited the site of the wreck of the Peter Iredale, which ran aground in 1906.  From this:01.Shipwreck

To this:


It’s amazing that apparently no hands were lost.

We stayed an extra two days to see more of the sights in the area – more to come!!!                    Peg