Earlier this week I gave you a sneak peak of a project I was working on. Today I am so glad to be able to show you the finished products.
This special bear is for a baby shower I am attending tonight. The bear is Simplicity pattern 5461 and made from the wedding dress of the Mommy-to-be. It is a surprise for her, something she wanted to have done but is not expecting it now. I've been working under cover with her Mom. The Mommy-to-be does not read my blog so I do believe we are safe!
I have to tell you, I did have a moment when I made the first cut into the beautiful wedding dress. I thought I might be sick, actually. There is enough fabric left over for a few more bears for future wee little ones.
I finished my gift for her also. She does not know if she is having a boy or a girl so I had to keep it pretty neutral.
Of course now that the sweater and hat are done, the weather here is expected to be in the low 80's as we head into summer. There's always air conditioning, right?
I love the shape of this little hat. Can't wait to see the darling baby that will wear it. So much fun!
There are many places in my home that I enjoy, but none compare to what we call the "Pretty Room". It's here where the vintage, shabby, handmade and new all come together to create a peaceful place that I enjoy.
From old doors, like my pink door coffee table, to iron gates, to old wooden screen doors like the one in the first picture, everything seems to come together to create a style that I adore.
I decorate with scripture china, old tea cups, doilies, mirrors, hankies, candles, silk plants, cake toppers, vintage bibles, hymnals, and picture books (to name a few).
Many friends and family have added to my collections over the years. From Char's hand painted picture above, to the footstool showcasing my Mom's cross-stitch and the Debbie's tea cups. No matter what comes in, most of it has been used and loved by someone before me. I find this a comforting thought as it seems to stitch us all together in time and place.
When my daughter, Maddie, was little she would often accompany me on my flea market excursions. We called it the treasure hunt.
I would give her $10 and she would begin searching for salt and pepper shakers. Sometimes she could purchase more than one with her money. Other times she'd be asking me for another dollar.
Now that she is a teenager, she has quite the collection of vintage shakers. So many, in fact, that we no longer buy them unless they are really special.
She, like me, is drawn to the whimsical, pastel variety. Sometimes she trailed off the course and came back with something really unusual which I enjoyed because that meant she was developing her own tastes.
I'm sharing a few of my favorites with you today. I wonder which ones she would pick if she was writing this post. I might have to let her do that sometime so you can see more.
Her tastes are more modern than mine but she throws in the vintage too. The desk in her room in an old enamelware top that was put on curvy table legs. She just loves it and I'm so glad a little part of me has rubbed off on her.
After all the rain, my favorite Clemantis is in full bloom. I wish I could share the name with you but it has slipped my mind. My son moved his stuff home from college this weekend and my mind has been on overload ever since. The house looks like a bomb went off and the washing machine has been running so much that when it's not on, I notice. It's so good to see him that I don't care about any of it.
I spent Sunday afternoon working on a project that I will share with you later in the week. Here is a little sneak preview. It's a special project for a special person but I can't give it away quite yet.
These arrived a couple of days ago. Oh so pretty and creative. I don't know why I do this to myself because I just can't start any new projects right now but I'll have them when I get some time (get some time...).
This very beautiful pile of fabric sits beckoning me, but I won't be tempted. It will be worth the wait. Hope you had a good weekend!
Yesterday I went to visit my parents for lunch. My Mom is a creative person who has taken up quilting in the last few years so whenever I get ready to leave I have her show me what she's been working on. After looking at her lovely handwork she pulled out this quilt top. She told me that her sister-in-law had given it to her. I told her I would take it home and try to get some of the stains out.
I want you to see a close up of the cream and black fabric. What a neat pattern. I don't know how old the quilt is but his reminds me of some reproduction Civil War fabric I once used.
I started thinking about old quilts and pulled out a quilt my Grandmother made. She passed away while I was in college and I remember asking if I could have this quilt. I didn't learn to quilt until many years later but am so thankful that God prompted me to take this because I can truly appreciate it now.
This quilt is a testament to a hard working farmer. My Grandmother had some difficult times being widowed twice at an early age. This quilt was made with scraps of her shirts that I remember her wearing when she worked the garden in her big straw hat and hoe in hand. It is not constructed particularly well but I love that she kept working at it anyway. It has an old chenille bedspread inside for batting, and is tied instead of quilted.
I want to share with you an excerpt from the book, "Quilted with Love" by Debbie Stalter Goodwin.
Quilts Recycle Life
We know that in all things God works for
the good of those who love him.
Recycle life in more ways than one.
Taking pieces of color
Scraps from yesterday
They are stitched together
To create a pattern from discards.
The quilt spreads the truth that nothing need be
wasted, not the crazy pattern and outdated colors, not
the yardage bought on a whim and never used, not the
dark pieces nor the ones too small for anything else.
In a quilt
Everything works for beauty.
Everything works for good.
Perhaps God's work in my life is more like piecing
a quilt than painting a picture.
For it is only pieces that I have to give;
some dark and ugly,
some crazy cutouts,
some so precious I can hardly stand to part with them.
So instead of taking pieces of my life remnants
to a trash pile
He pieces them;
Stitches them into a beautiful pattern
Where dark neighbors light,
Where small is big enough,
Where memories are preserved.
And everything works for beauty;
Everything works for good.
May todays blessings continue to add to the wonderful pattern of your life,
I thought I would try my hand at making a bear. Since I couldn't decide on what fabric to use, I used them all. I really enjoyed the process and the fabric possibilities are endless. I'm thinking of calling her Bella Bear. So much fun to name your creations.
I found this vintage dress last week at a barn sale. Aren't the colors interesting? The seamstress knew her stuff because this is made really well, zipper and all. She was a wisp of a thing though, the dress is about a size 2.
I thought I would show you the clean version of the sewing room. So much better than yesterday's picture. It's amazing how fast everything can go down hill when I'm not paying attention.
Clean floors, stacked fabrics, yarn and thread put away. Now maybe when I need something I'll actually find it. I've been known to buy the same thing twice because I can't remember where I put it. I know, that's bad.
Two quilts back from the quilter. Looks like I have some binding to do. I'm off to my parents house for lunch, they live about an hour from me. I hope you have a blessed Tuesday!