The snow is heavy this morning. I'm going to have to venture out to attend a bridal show with my friend and employer. Hard to believe that wedding season on the farm is right around the corner when everything is covered in white. Time to get some coffee and look again on all the lovely vintage Christmas cards I won from Elizabeth at Bluebird Papercrafts. Blessings today!
The other day my daughter's boyfriend told me that while his family was vacationing over Christmas some friends took care of their pets. By accident a quilt they owned had gotten washed and was falling apart. I agreed to take a look at it.
Imagine my surprise, last night, when he brought over this exquiste embroidered quilt. I saw the date and realized what a treasure they have. It was found in a trunk, in a basement. It has 72 embroidered blocks, some in black and some in brown. It is hand-tied. Most of the embroidery has animal motifs.
The binding on the quilt is shredding so I'm going to replace it. First I will attempt to locate vintage black muslin. I am not going to replace the embroidery that has come out. It really is in good condition for being 121 years old and going through our modern day washing.
Since last night, I have been thinking about quilting and how much of what I quilt is quick and simple. While there is a definite place for it, sometimes I consider that type of quilting like fast food eating. Believe me, I make alot of those quilts but 121 years from now, what will my quilts say about me?
More than the year, this block spoke the loudest to me. This is what I want the work of my hands to show to others. This is what I want my life to show to others. This is what I want God to see when He looks at me.
I don't want someone years from now to think, what in the world? Even though I'm sure that this gun spoke something important for that person in that time period. I have made many quilts. Through all of them, the ones that I love the most are the ones that took me the longest to make. The ones I thought I could never finish, the ones that stretched my abilities to the limit. I have an applique quilt where I was certain I couldn't do all those leaves. It took months. It hangs where I can see it every day. Let's not always take the easy route. I encourage you to pick a project that teaches you something new, no matter what craft you enjoy. Work on it alittle every day or every few days while you complete other projects. When it's finished you will have a completely different type of satisfaction in your work. I will even venture to say that you might have a completely different outlook on life.
Inspired by Lori, I began my hunt for a pink toy stove. Right before Christmas I landed one on Ebay for a steal and it arrived yesterday. I'm having fun arranging some of my vintage cake toppers on it (I do believe that Lori and I could do some major damage together at a thrift store!)
The stove is right at home with the cupboard that I already had. I don't know what it is about this time era, but I am drawn to it in a powerful way. I think it's all the whimsy.
Nothing says whimsy like Holt Howard Pixieware. I have acquired my pieces over time, before they became too expensive to purchase anymore. I'm hoping I'll find some at a garage sale for pennies. It's certainly not the value that's important to me. They just make me smile.
My crinoline dish collection started with a four piece set for $15 at a local antique store. Of course the drinking glasses had to follow. They look wonderful on the table for Easter.
My kids friends have asked them if their Dad minds living in such a girly house. I love the reaction to that question. My daughter will look around like she's seeing the room for the first time, not even noticing that it was girly.
The boys have their family room downstairs which is all baseball. I think I'm pretty generous giving them one room!
It certainly helps pass the grey days of winter to cook in a fun kitchen. I don't know which of my rooms is my favorite, but the kitchen is a top contender. Blessings today!
a sweet little bunny I found in my stocking Christmas morning
Today I'm helping my son pack and this afternoon I will return him to school and get him settled in his new apartment. I guess this is the first milestone for 2011, my son has moved out of the dorm and into his first apartment. Wow!
cheerful fabric keeps me smiling in the grey days of winter
I keep telling myself that I won't be sad this time, instead I will count my blessings and thank the Lord for him over and over. But I know myself, as soon as I'm done counting and thanking, I'll be crying.
trying out spots for my toy sewing machine from my friend, Diane
He likes to say to me, "it's all good!" and he's right, it is all good. I'm going to grant myself permission to be a bit sad and I'll hug him alittle longer before I drive home.
As you may remember, I have been without my machine for quite some time. While we were separated (over 6 weeks) I did manage to cut out two quilts and start an applique project. I had so badly wanted to make this log cabin quilt for Christmas, but it was not to be.
The week of Christmas, my machine was finished and I eagerly picked it up. I began making my blocks and loved how they turned out. I even got to use my favorite mini iron!
It felt so good to be quilting again. But, I noticed that even though the problem got fixed, in doing so my machine runs much slower and now there's a problem with the feeddogs not working properly. I really don't want to take my machine back for another lengthy repair, but I don't think I have a choice. Would you take it back to the same place or try a new repair shop? I do believe I'm going to have to buy a new machine and have no idea where to start with that process. Can't a girl just sew?