There’s just something about seeing those pretty little fat quarters all stacked up in color order. Good for the soul, and all that.
Another thing that’s good for the soul?
And of course, while we’re talking about fabrics, here’s some I haven’t found a worthy enough project to cut into yet.
I’m a sucker for Hope Valley. It’s getting to be increasingly more expensive to feed my addiction, seeing as it’s out of print.
Another good thing? Prairie Grass Patterns is being featured over at Simply Utah today, and I think you may just be able to find a one day special discount code…but you’ll have to go check it out for yourself. I’ll tell you though, if you’ve been wanting to pick up a few (or all *wink wink*) of my patterns, today is definitely the day to do it.
And now for one bad thing. Broken nice camera. Battery dead on point and shoot. Ya’ll are getting iPhone pix. Sorry friends. It’s not very fun for me either.
I guess I’ll just have to go rearrange some fat quarters.
I’ve been quilting up a storm over here, getting ready for my first appearance this spring at International Quilt Market. Lucky for me, it is being held nearly in my backyard—Salt Lake City–only 40 minutes from my home. I’m so excited and so nervous as I’m making my preparations. Since I’ve never been to market before, there’s the fear of the unknown, of course, along with the “What did I get myself into?” feelings, too.
I’m really excited to meet with the shop owners and show them my patterns–but at heart I’m a pretty quiet, introverted person. It’s going to be a stretch for me to socialize for several days straight. Hopefully, I’ll get caught up in the incredible energy there has to be when that many people passionate about something are in the same room, and just fly right past the nerves. That’s what I’m crossing my fingers for.
I’m really interested in your opinions, though. If you have ever attended market, what booths did you love and why? What display styles were effective for you as a shop owner, to really show you if a pattern would work for your shop? Are there incentives that would motivate you to order right there on the spot? If you’re not a shop owner, but went to a show expecting to buy a quilt pattern or two, what would help you choose which to purchase? What would you expect to see, hear, experience?
Thanks for helping a girl out.
I love the snow, I really do.
That is to say, I love fresh, falling, white snow.
By February, there is nothing fresh or white about the snow around here.
I’ll spare you pictures, you’ll just have to believe me.
That old groundhog, though, seems to think we’re moving on to warmer things.
I tend to agree.
And it may or may not have to do with the three bouquets of fresh flowers that are currently gracing my home.
Here’s to you, Puxatawney Phil.
I found out this weekend that a dear friend of our family’s had a terrible tragedy last week. Her house burned down. To the ground. They have nothing left. Not only did she lose her home, she lost her beloved pets, and her business. She is a midwife and herbalist. All her product, all her specialized equipment, gone. Even the phone numbers to contact her clients.
My heart is heavy for this incredible woman and her sweet mother. And though I ache to make it all better, of course I can’t. There is nothing I can do to replace what’s lost, to mend their broken hearts, to heal their injuries, to rebuild their lives. Even though I want to, desperately.
I’m a fixer. I like to see a problem and do something about it. And now when there’s nothing to do, I feel a little unanchored.
They are currently staying in a long term hotel, and trying to take stock of everything they don’t have anymore. Their conversations keep reminding them of something else they don’t have. Just yesterday while talking to my mom, our sweet friend realized all her personal pictures were gone. The mourning process began again.
I know I’m being a little bit of a downer on a holiday, but what better way to show love than by helping someone in need? I plan on sending care packages and other comforts, but I’m still feeling like it’s not enough.
What can I do for this family? How can I help? What would comfort you in this situation? Your thoughts are much appreciated.