The quilt guild annual retreat was coming up and I needed a quick – and easy – Christmas gift idea for my guild advent gift. I found a free table runner pattern online at Carol’s Quilts. Not only do I like the “nontraditional” look; I was able to incorporate teal scraps from an ovarian cancer quilt fundraiser (Go Teal it on the Mountain)block sponsored by Kate from Tall Tales From Chiconia‘s.
I used the teal scraps for the holly leaves, low volume squares for the background and added red jumbo rickrack and berry fabric. I adhered and quickly sewed around each raw edge applique several times using black thread and free-quilted down each side edge in cream thread. Honestly, I’m not sure if I like the back or front more?
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 . . .
Happy New Year! We’ve been enjoying a long and lazy holiday break. I finished my last project for the year just in time for Christmas: 16 quilted table runners for family and friends.
Over the past year, George and I learned a lot of new tricks and techniques, received much appreciated advice and made a few friends while doing what we love: creating, building and crafting. I am honored to share a few of my favorite blogs with you; knowing you’ll find something to enjoy from their posts as much as I: Fox and Finch Antiques, Hello, Scarlet, and Ol’ Perly Jenkins.
I look forward to attempting new projects this new year. I did not realize how “crafty busy” we had been until I looked back over 2014. Indulge me as I share a few with you:
Well, I have three, actually 😉
By far, the easiest project!
Though, not a 2014 project, this was the most viewed one for the year.
Anyone see a pattern here? I guess we like creating with wood. 🙂 I’d love to know your favorite 2014 post or project.
Here’s to a fantabulous New Year to you and yours! – – Joanne
I’m not sure when it happens, exactly. But, one by one we all grow up and the magic seems to slip away just a bit. Why is that?
While I was sweeping up the sugar granules crunching under my feet on the kitchen floor, Connor decorated Christmas cookies this past Saturday. It made me recall how delighted my own daughters, nieces and nephews were “way-back-when” as they participated in Cousin Cookie Day. As I put everything away later that night I realized how beautiful his over-decorated, bumpy cookies were.
Sunday, we attended my husband’s family holiday gathering held at a meeting hall. Afterwards, in my haste to clean up and get home, I threw out my car keys. Without complaint, George and my brother-in-law went on a dumpster-diving rescue mission.
I was in a hurry to get to school on Monday as there was a lot to do. School-wide Advent wreath lighting. Carol Night and Live Nativity rehearsal. Santa Sale. Tic-Toc! I rationalized as I cut in front of another driver in the fast food drive-thru lane on my way to work.
I was late for the second time this week, when our neighborhood lost electrical power during the wee hours of Wednesday morning. I threw on clothes in the dark, cold silence and raced off to work. Because of my rude behavior on Monday, I chose a different drive-thru on the way to school. 😉 “Are you ready for the holidays?” asked the cashier. “Nope.” She responded with, “Well, I’m asking everyone today. I’m letting them know that I’m not and that’s ok.” She admonished me to have a great day and genuinely wished me a wonderful holiday.
Then, it hit me – this stranger’s wisdom was exactly what I needed. Slow down. Be kind. Why rush? What’s the point of it all? I needed to slow down. It’s not about checking off lists. It’s about wonder and dreams and enjoying what we have. With wonder sparkling in their eyes, the little ones help keep us focused on what’s important.
Children, sleeping. Snow is softly falling. Dreams are calling, Like bells in the distance. We were dreamers, Not so long ago. But one by one, we All had to grow up.
When it seems the magic slipped away… We find it all again on Christmas Day.
Believe in what your heart is saying, Hear the melody that’s playing. There’s no time to waste, There so much to celebrate. Believe in what you feel inside, Give your dreams the wings to fly. You have everything you need, if you just believe.
-Believe, Polar Express. Written by written by Glen Ballard and Alan Silvestri
I’m reminded to slow down and enjoy my family’s health and happiness. Have a great holiday (whichever holiday you choose to celebrate)! – – Joanne
School starts tomorrow . . . and I didn’t get my summer to-do list done! It’s going to be so-o-o hard looking out of the class window watching tourists toting chairs, towels and boards to the beach.
How about some photos of Ming Mamma’s secretary cabinet?
Sorry, but they’re a little grainy.
“Ming Mamma’s” moniker was born out her very young grandchildren’s mispronunciation of “Big Momma” – and it stuck. She was the oldest daughter in her family and had a much prettier name, Lola Mae. As a newlywed, Lola proudly polished her 1930s secretary cabinet each week. When it was time, her oldest, Lillian Mae (my awesome Grandmother) kept the secretary in her living room filled with the very odd knick-knacks. As children we were fascinated by the hidden compartments in the hide-away desk. Now, it sits as an honored guest in my living room. It is filled with heirlooms passed down by Lola, Lillian and my mom, Joan.
Lola Mae liked to place vignettes under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. For some weird reason, this mechanical rickshaw with a seated geisha girl made (I think) in the 1940s was part of that tradition. Hmmm. This guy doesn’t look too happy.
My Grandfather was stationed in Alaska in the early 1940s. Lonely, he sent for his wife, Lillian, my mom (12) and aunt (10). There was one other child, but no school there. (Every kid’s dream). A cargo ship carrying their belongings sank on the way home. An ivory bullet pencil carved by Alaskan Eskimos was one saved memento from their years in Alaska.
I keep my other Great-grandmother, Ella Mae’s Lusterware salt and pepper cellars with Lola’s berry bowl set here. I’ve never used either. Afraid to.
The sterling match safe belonged to my Great-grandfather, Thomas (Ella’s hubby). The photo is of Lillian at her daily pastime: the beach. The other is of her pushing her little cousin taken around 1915.
Lillian had a fascination with anything “royal.” LOL.
Hence, the tiny 1950s coronation coach.
It may seem like a lot of tchotchke to some,
but every piece has a story and is priceless to me.