I am excited to participate in my first ScrapHappy Project hosted by Kate and Gun. Not only will it be fun to share scrap projects; but I hope to learn more about quilting, maybe finish those WIPs, and leave my own comfort zone.
JULY SCRAPPY PROJECT CHOICE
I save interesting selvages (or selvedge) from various projects. I find I am drawn to the multi-colored, designer fanciful selvages. For my first Scrap Happy project, I used selvage scraps to make the 1-hour basket found atKelbySews.
Her name was Miss Phoebe Darling and she gave us 13+ fantastically bouncy, bubbly years.
If you’ve ever met a Boston terrier, you know what I mean when I say she was an animated spitfire! She spent her early days playing tug-of-war, stealing borrowing her sister pup’s toys or bones and hiding them inside her crate, burrowing behind the sofa cushions to nap… In her elder years, she was a little slower, took more naps in the sun, cuddled more…
She slipped under my heart when I wasn’t paying attention. She was always emotionally there for me, always forgiving, always loyal. I miss her terribly.
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.
Family met at my son-in-law and daughter’s home in a country setting. The 16-30 somethings were ridding dirt bikes and ATVs in the fields as the feast was cooking. Phffft! Us 50-60 somethings invented cool – these children ain’t seen nuttin’!
My daughter was nervous. I made it back safely. In one piece. I just didn’t tell her about the trees I almost ran into. 😀
I shut off the motor and got off. I *thought* the kick stand was down. Me and the bike did a slow-mo to the ground. Only my pride took a hit. LOL. But, I still got “it!”