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Pansies

Pansies

My first garden had pansies.  I got them planted late and my grandmother said they wouldn’t do well because they liked cool weather. I didn’t know details of planting a flower garden.  I just liked the bright colors and never mind the details–like watering, weeding 

Spring Daffodils, March Block of Month

Spring Daffodils, March Block of Month

Since March is my birthday month I looked for a block that represented birthdays. My first thought was “cake stand” but I also found “Happy Birthday”, “Birthday Cake” and “Birthday Parties”. Spring Daffodil is adapted from “Happy Birthday” as identified in Jinny Beyer’s book, The 

Remembering: Under the Quilt

Remembering: Under the Quilt

Remembering: Under the Quilt

I grew up knowing that when you were going to a “dress up” or public event proper ladies wore nylon hose. I learned about hosiery when playing under the quilt as my grandmother and her friends quilted at the country church. When starting a new quilt there was lots of room to play underneath the frame because they always started at the outside edges and worked toward the center, rolling up the quilt as it was quilted. Some legs under the quilt wore very opaque and unsightly hosiery. Often those legs were short and fat. Other legs wore very sheer and natural colored hosiery, almost invisible except for the seam going up the back. Those legs seemed longer and more shapely. Some seams were straight and some were rather crooked as they traveled up the back of the leg. And sometimes there were these lighter stripes–they were called runs by the quilt ladies and it was a disaster to have one. And then some legs had “knee highs”, before there really was knee high hose. I learned that if you didn’t want to mess with a girdle (that’s a whole ‘nother story) you might get by with pulling on the hose and just rolling the extra around the knee. But, before you stood up you had to adjust to make sure the top of the hose were still in the right place. After all, dresses were longer then so nobody really knew your secret—–unless you were under the quilt.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T Show and Tell

R-E-S-P-E-C-T Show and Tell

I belong to guilds in three states and probably enjoy show and tell as much as anything. Each guild varies in how show and tell is treated and when it appears on the agenda. Regardless of when it comes in the meeting it deserves the 

Blue Ridge Landscape

Blue Ridge Landscape

Blue Ridge Landscape Internet connections have been frustrating this past week! I’m glad I have a smart phone so that I can use it to get the basics but connection on it is also not the best so I look for excuses to go into 

It’s Finished

It’s Finished

It’s Finished!! I said that was gong to be my mantra for the first half of 2015 because I have several items to be finished. While most everyone I know that quilts has unfinished projects some of mine are growing into their teen years. Today I worked on a clamshell log cabin started in a class with Joan Belling about 10 years ago—a mere child. The mitered corners on the border didn’t lay flat and the stripes didn’t match so it was put aside some years ago. I really didn’t have time for mistakes. Corner stripes are now square. Simple quilting highlights the design and binding is on the agenda for tomorrow. As I look at the fabric used I will pull some of the remnants out when we get back to home base in spring. By then I am confident I will have a plan for another creation…just hope I have enough fabric for whatever that might be!

P.S. I also finished the insulation installation for the sewing room. My husband has the sheetrock on the walls. That means we have to tackle the ceiling….how long before I can say “it’s finished”? The DIY Texas sewing room is a little like the UFO’s—but still just a toddler.

“You Are My Sunshine”

“You Are My Sunshine”

February Block of the Month You Are My Sunshine This block was inspired by the month of February—Valentine’s Day, anniversary of my parents marriage and of several of their siblings and probably many others out there. It is named for my parents song, “You Are 

How Did You Do That?

How Did You Do That?

    How did you make those branches? On a wall hanging that I posted recently there was a question about how the branches were made dimensional. It is a very simple technique. I cut brown toned batik into bias strips. Length really doesn’t matter 

Be A Curious Quilter

Be A Curious Quilter

The Curious Quilter

When people view my more artistic quilt designs they sometimes ask how I got the idea or how I knew to use a particular technique. Usually I shrug my shoulders and say “it just came to me”. And that is the truth—but causes me to question why did it “just come to me”? I think to expand your quilting expertise you have to develop your curiosity.   First, you have to be willing to try new things—new skills, new techniques, new fibers and fabrics–even if they don’t work out quite like you planned you have learned something that you may be able to use later. And, for heaven’s sake, do not throw it out. Six months from now it (skill, technique, fabric) may be exactly what is needed to complete a masterpiece.

Secondly, fire that inner critic that judges before you’ve had time to really step back and assess your work. Each of us either spontaneously appreciates or spontaneously critiques a work in progress. Get feedback from both viewpoints to help you form a more credible assessment for your project. (I know which friend to ask when I want the critique and who to ask when I want the appreciative response.)

And third, ask questions. Ask questions of yourself. Not “how” questions but “what if” questions. What alternatives are there? What if I did it this way? What if I used my least favorite color instead of my most favorite color? Ask questions of others whose work you admire. What made you decide to use this technique, this quilting pattern, this color, this fabric?

And do you see? You are right back to the first step—testing the “how”.

Linens and Lace

Linens and Lace

             The use of linen and lace has become obsolete for most dinner tables and few make their own fresh flower bouquet to grace the table but somehow both continue to hold a place in my heart. (At least the romance of the