Had a lovely Thanksgiving with my sweeties, and have lots and lots to be thankful for. How about you?
Using these little charm packs to make a quick and easy (and just a little out of my comfort zone) quilt.
The colors are right up my alley, and so are the prints. I’ve been a fan of Lotta’s long before she was creating fabric. In fact, I think I still have a stationery set from a few years ago on my Amazon wish list. :)
Ignore that this quilt needs to be pressed. There’s only so much daylight. The part that’s out of my comfort zone? That stretched me as a quilter just a bit this week? The asymmetry–and not just a little asymmetry, but a whole quilt full of it. I think it’s interesting that something can still be balanced even though it’s not the same on both sides.
I’m also working on deciding what baking project is worthy of these beautiful eggs from the chickens around the corner. (Thanks Sue!)
I’m working on living up the rest of the summer at the farmer’s markets with a fairy princess.
And her bodyguard, Batman. (Dang, they’re cute.)
I’m also working on a project with this…
Using a whole bunch of these–because hey. Soccer season just started. I’m chillin’ at the field 3 evenings a week and twice on Saturdays. Plus, Halloween is one of the best holidays around.
I’ll keep you posted.
What are you working on?
My sister had a baby boy last week, but before he came we threw her a big party.
Complete with sailboats and sharks and starfish.
And lots and lots of treats.
(Yes, I picked out all the pink and purple m&ms. I’m weird like that.)
My (not so) little brother is getting married tomorrow, which of course means that my house is full of flowers.
His little chicky (aka fiancee) wanted to be surrounded with purple, yellow, and white on her big day.
So naturally, her wish is our command.
My house smells glorious, and I’m gearing up to make a billion boutonierres and bouquets.
Right after I go have some yummy food at the dinner in their honor.
But don’t worry, I still love you. And I still have a bunch of quilts and projects to show you, too.
Just as soon as I can breathe.
We had no idea what to give her for Christmas.
Especially because she was quite adamant in saying she didn’t want anything (which is of course not acceptable).
She doesn’t need anything.
But she’s always cold.
Turns out, that, I know how to fix.
A darling layer cake of American Jane’s Fairy Tale Friends (thanks Moda!) some really snuggly backing, and a few hours later?
She loved it.
“Oh, I’ve just never felt something so soft!”
It just might have been the only gift that got her to smile this year.
But I might be biased.
It now lives on her bed along with the matching pillowcase.
That, my friends, is what quilting is all about.
I can’t really be mad about it, because I seem to recall my own indiscretion when I was about 15. It had to do with an iron and my mom’s new couch. Any guesses what happens when a hot iron is set down on a polyester couch for a few minutes?
An iron shaped hole, that’s what.
My mom? I think she was channeling a saint, because all she did was laugh and flip the couch cushion over. Her only comment? “Don’t tell Dad.” (I should really check with my mom and see if she has a picture of that.) So, being mad about the hole is out, and karma is real.
Okay, not really. But don’t I wish.Yesterday I helped out with the preschool field trip to a local apple orchard. And seriously? I just wanted to pick up my stuff and move on in. Not only was it beautiful, but there was open air, space to breathe, and of course trees and apples as far as the eye could see. Beyond that? Mountains. I always tell Jacob that I just want to plop down a house in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to civilization to not run out of gas before I get there. Somehow I think creativity must be incredible in a place like that. I feel so inspired when I’m there for 5 minutes, I can only imagine living there. Plus, that porch? Those rocking chairs? Perfect for some hot cocoa and a nap quilt. Sigh.Anyone want to visit when I move in? ;)
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I got a sweet little gift this week.
“Look Mommy! I made you a quilt!”
Paper and pencil, only, but still just as precious as a fabric and stitch version.
And boy was she delighted when I told her we could make a real one.
(And boy was I delighted that she wanted to!)
I did the pinning with a little help from the boy.
She guided the fabric, oh so carefully. I loved every minute.
It turned out so cute, I’m tempted to keep it, except for the look on her face when I gave it to her.
Over the moon.
Turns out, that’s how I feel about teaching her, too.