I sat on this post . . . Waiting . . . I’m relieved and confident enough now to share. This quilt was/is a comfort quilt for a dear friend who recently underwent a double mastectomy. I don’t necessarily bestow names upon my quilts. An exception was made, this one is titled Star Hope.
I made a conscious decision to sew a quilt made of scraps from previous projects. I can’t explain it actually, but in my mind it was a way to bundle all the previous love and effort that transpired before, into one quilt. Silly. Superstitious.
Every teacher is asked to donate an item to our annual school auction. I decided upon donating an 18″ doll and accessories after finding the handmade school uniform made for my daughter’s A.G. doll. The package has grown. LOL.
Every doll needs a bed, right? IKEA’s solid pine Duktig bed fits 18″ dolls perfectly; but it is a little bland.
I just realized that I’ve been quilting for three years. I am currently working on two and have just completed quilt #31. I’ve educated myself by joining a modern quilt guild, attending conferences and sew-in days with friends. This from a woman who swore that she would NEVER try to quilt again after the very first fiasco. My schooling continues.
Back in February, my friends and I flew toQuiltCon East 2017, held in Savannah, Georgia for an opportunity to network, try out new tools, attend seminars and classes, purchase directly from vendors and to view award-winning modern quilts. Our hotel overlooked the historic section which is quite lively at night; reminding me of a mini New Orleans with street musicians, alfresco dining, and people of all walks of life strolling (or dancing) with drinks in hand.
Snow on the brain. Friday, students couldn’t concentrate with the 8″ to 15″ forecast of snow for the weekend. I had the 5-year-old students measure varying snow depths on a meter stick. Their eyes! Most had never experienced a local snow.
Weathermen foamed on about the upcoming blizzard; grocery store shelves emptied of breads, eggs, milk; everyone decided they needed gas – even though warned not to drive during the storm. My sister and I waited in the snow party line at the ABC (liquor) store. Snowmageddon.
Sunday afternoon. We’ve about binge-watched all that Netflix has to offer. I’ve sewed an entire quilt top. We’ve sweat pant-ed, hot cocoa-ed, fudge brownie-ed ourselves to the extreme. No school tomorrow; maybe not on Tuesday.
I’m not complaining. I rather like sleeping in. Think I’ll make chili and cornbread tonight. Oh, yeah . . . I have a bottle of Bailey’s.
Recently I had the privilege to visit textile designer, Alison Glass‘, home studio. I’ve been quilting for a little over two years and find field trips like this very exciting and educational. I’m so glad she invited our guild into her studio. I’ll let the images do the walking and talking . . .
What is it about girls and horses? I just completed my third horse quilt, with a fourth custom order for another. Don’t get me wrong. I very much appreciate the complimentary purchases. It’s just takes so darn long to complete. LOL.