I have always been a person who enjoyed the end result more than the process. I don't enjoy planting bulbs in the fall, but love the flowers next spring. I quickly tire of the sweater I'm knitting but love the baby sweater wrapped and ready to give. This way of thinking has often been true of my quilting as well.
As we have all been told, life is found in the process. So I have tried to slow the creative process down and enjoy each step. I've discovered that no matter how uncertain life may be, how difficult a situation I may find myself in, there is a certain comfort I find in quilting during those times. I can look at a pattern, choose some beautiful fabric, measure, cut and sew. While I'm working on my quilt, I have ample time for personal reflection.
While I sew, I can also be thinking through life issues, asking God for direction, making lists of the positives and negatives, figuring out what to do next. In the end, if I have followed the pattern correctly, I will have a quilt that I enjoy and just maybe I will have some peace in my soul that overflows into my life as well.
The wedding went off without a hitch. The sun was shining, the air was warm and all the leaves rustled in harmony to the sound of wedding bells...
As life would have it, Saturday was also my daughter's homecoming dance. Sunday, my son brought ten of his friends home for church and dinner (which I loved) and I had an apron order to finish for my favorite boss. So today, I am bone tired. Tired to the core of my bones. But, it was all worth it!
In the summer of 1987 I was busily preparing for my August wedding. I stopped by an Osco Drug Store and ran in to grab a couple of items. Walking by the magazine rack, this issue caught my eye. I picked it up and began looking through the pages. What happened next was a moment that forever seared my mind, it was as if I had an awakening. I realize this sounds a bit dramatic, but honestly, at that moment it was if I had stepped into a foreign land but had arrived home all at the same time. Looking back on it now, I consider it a gift from God that He took that moment to show me what it would be that I would come to love; beauty, family, elegance, vintage...the list could go on and on.
So my love affair with Victoria magazine began and I happily found myself devouring every issue. As a new bride it helped me to see home and family in a whole new way. I started to develop a love for cameos which were oftened featured in their pictures. When the arrival of my son came three years later, my husband surprised me with this beautiful ring.
Not long after my daughter was born, four years later, my Grandmother passed away. This cameo, belonging to her was given to me. These two pieces of jewelry mean a great deal to me and I hope to pass them on to future grandchildren. Who would have thought that a trip into a local drugstore and a magazine, would develop a love that would lead to a family heirloom?
Many quilters know the designer, Lori Holt, of A Bee in My Bonnet. For those of you who are new to her company, she is known for her incredible applique and the most amazing patterns. I have also read on other blogs that she is a wonderful instructor and if given the opportunity to take one of her classes one should run not walk to it. I entered a giveaway on her blog for her new pattern and I won!
Is this not the most incredible applique quilt you have ever seen? I must tell you, I emailed Lori and told her I was a bit intimated (actually down-right scared) to attempt this, but she reassured me that her instructions are very detailed and that I could do it. I really am in awe of her talent.
In addition, as if to calm my fears, she sent me this pattern as well. This will be much easier to start with and I'm looking forward to the big pieces to get familiar with doing applique. I recently gave two quilt kits to my Mom that were applique that I had purchased and became overwhelmed by and I believe if I had this one to start with I would have been much better off. Lori has a cute blog with tons of inspiration. Be sure to take a peek!
I was starting to feel a little guilty that my home doesn't have one lick of a fall decoration in it, so I thought I would hang a quilt I made a few years back on the far wall of the kitchen, away from the pink and aqua retro theme I've got going.
Oh, how I love a nine-patch block. There is just so many possibilities. I do love the black in this quilt. Just noticing how my pumpkins look a bit too round...
Loving my autumn cookbook by Susan Branch as well. Maybe I'll rustle around in the storage room for a few more decorations. Fall is here for such a short time, I'll have pink and aqua all winter! Blessings...
This morning finds me listening to the sound of the furnace. I broke down last night and turned it on. The thermostat read 59 degrees inside the house and we couldn't take it anymore. Upon awakening, the temperature outside registered at 37 degrees and so with the sound of the furnace, fall officially starts at our house.
Firing up the furnace signals the fall planting season. Time to visit the nursery down the road and pick out all the pretties to brighten my day next spring. The possibilites are many but I know I will remain true to pink tulips, purple, white and pink hyacinth, and a variety of daffodils.
While I'm at the nursery I will also pick up paperwhite bulbs for forcing. They will be planted mid to late November in various containers ready to bloom during the holiday season. They are so easy to force and smell heavenly.
My thoughts keep coming back to Max lately. I remember how much he loved fall. There was always new smells in the leaves. I'd ask him if he was getting the "news of the day". I love this picture of him taken last year, such a handsome fellow. Summer is soon but a memory, as well as our dearly departed pets, but thank you Lord for the blessing they both were.