Showing posts from March, 2012

Quilting quietly

Quilting because, well, I feel like it.  Quietly because, well, I lost my voice.  Coughing for a solid week will do that.  The throat’s not sore at all, it just won’t work.   This sure wreaks havoc with the urge to sing along to music while I sew!At least today my powers of concentration are back.  On Friday I thought I was feeling much better and ready to do anything, but somehow I managed to sew the same seam wrong the same way not one, not two, but three times in a row. On the same block.  Picking out the stitching then sewing again in the same place. Sewing the unit on backwards again.  This quilt is really not that complicated, so I blame the cold/cough/whatever is ailing me.By Saturday evening I had made more progress and waffled between two options – stars or no stars in my sashing.  Above, you see the sashing stars.  At right, no stars.  I was sure about the stars and sewed all the points to the sashing strips, but then wasn’t sure anymore after putting them up on the design w…

Something new

I haven’t felt very quilty the past month or so.  It’s odd that Monday, the day I came down with a nasty cold, was the day I had the urge to sew again.   I pulled out all those 800+ pieces I had cut for a blue version of Kyoto Gardens by Judy Martin but it’s a bit fussy and my virus-addled self couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm to work on it.

Still, I really had the urge to sew.  I thought perhaps a pattern with no points to match, and nice big pieces would be just the thing.  I spent quite a bit of time with graph paper and coloured pencils and came up with nothing interesting.  I should have leafed through my idea sketchbook from the start, because an idea was just waiting there on the page when I finally got around to it.  I tweaked it a bit then spent the evening cutting 96 large squares of fabric.

Tuesday I coughed and sewed.

It’s still a work in progress.  I’m tweaking as a I go, pestering my husband for opinions along the way.  Nothing except the star points and string blocks a…

Better late than never…

Almost eight years ago, my children built birdhouses with my dad.We never could figure out where to put them in the yard (pathetic, I know) but the kids kept them safely in the garage because they were made with Grandpapa and therefore the kids will never ever let them go. Eight years ago, the kids made really good use of the sandbox.  Now, not so much.  We’ve spent the last couple of summers trying to figure out how to dispose of all that sand (it was quite a large sandbox, and deep too) so that we could make that corner of the yard prettier.Last week the kids helped me clean out the garage during spring break.  There were the houses.  Inspiration struck and both problems were solved at once.  Perhaps my brain was just desperately trying to find some garden-related task to do in that lovely un-March-like weather we’ve had,  This required a trip to the store for a few sample size cans of paint and some lumber. Notice that painting is a much tidier job now than it was 8 years ago!I sho…


That isn’t me at the sewing machine.  That is my daughter, who avoided the idea of sewing like the plague until a teacher at school started a 5th grade after-school quilting club.  After several sessions there she started eyeing my machine with a gleam in her eye.  I tried not to ask “Really???” too often!

On the weekend we used a gift certificate to buy a jelly roll of her choice.  Today was a day off school and she started working on a Jelly Roll 1600 quilt.  I’ve been itching to get into that fabric since Saturday, but I exercised some self-control and let her open up the roll of strips when she was good and ready to.  I even refrained from helping move things along faster.  I limited myself to giving instructions at each new step of the process, and straightening a very few too-wonky seams. (I went and cleaned bathrooms between steps, and if that doesn’t tell you how determined I was not to hover and interfere, nothing will!)

So far she has sewn a white square of fabric to each s…