My sister-in-law sent me an interesting article from

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational, which once again invited

readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding,

subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Making a fictitious word sounded fun to me. I was craving a creative release, I guess. A word such as “crelease”, could apply. (my spell check is freaking out)

So, I checked out Wikipedia, when searching online for the names of colors. I found out that there is such a thing as fictitious colors, which made me smile, as they are real words. A fictitious color, is a name for an imaginary color. I had never thought about that idea, so I pondered the idea of making a fictitious word, and I came up with “squilting”. Definition is: to be singing while working on a quilt. It does not really seem fictitious as it is something you can really do, but the word has not been recognized, yet.

Lyrics can help me remember things, so lately I have been thinking about lyrics to old songs that could be changed to describe quilt lessons and tools. Take the song “Row, Row, Row Your Boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, life is but a dream”, and changing the words to “Sew, Sew, Sew Your Stitches evenly every time. 6 to 10 stitches per inch, that would be just fine.

This squilting song, is a great duet.

But this just gets me started as here is an idea for another song.

How about the song from the sitcom “Green Acres” TV theme .

Green acres is the place to be.

Farm liven' is the life for me.

Land spread-in' out so far and wide.

Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.

New York is where I'd rather stay.

I get allergic smelling hay.

I just adore a penthouse view.

Dar-ling I love you, but give me Park Avenue.

...The chores.

...The stores.

...Fresh air.

...Times Square

You are my wife.

Good bye, city life.

Green Acres we are there.

Changed to:

Seam Ripper is the tool for me.

Rips the thread out where it shouldn’t be.

You wish you never needed it,

But when you do, you ‘ll start fresh without a fit.

Sewing errs can really make you mad.

But those times should not make you sad.

You work will pay off at the end.

Beside your side, it turns out to be a true friend.

...Mistakes

...Errors

...Ripped out

...No Fray

Fix your mistakes.

No burden to bear.

Seam Ripper, will be there.

How about this version of the song “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head”.

Change the words to:

Patterns keep coming to my mind.

But that doesn’t mean that there’s a pattern I can find.

Drawing is for me.

Graft paper helps you place the lines where they should be.

Then it’s up to you.

There’s nothing you can’t do.

So if these lyrics make you smile, keep squilting! The picture is of the Robert Sharon Choral that I belong to in Florida.