Happy Valentine's Day!

Left over bits and pieces to make a fabric postcard for a friend.

The Strawberry Patch

One of my favorite memories growing up was going through the linen cupboard with my Mom. Everything had a story, from the fine damask tablecloths and napkins we only used at Christmas and Easter, to the seemingly countless doilies, dresser scarves, and other hand crocheted items made by grandmas and aunts long gone.

I liked the handmade items best, so when we came across a set of four napkins, each embellished with a single strawberry, I wanted to know more. Maybe Mom had made them for her hope chest in the early 1950s, or were they a bridal shower or wedding gift?

Apparently, the napkins had never been used and Mom had no recollection of them whatsoever, so I asked if I could have them someday

Fast forward several decades to when I saw a series of small quilts on Vicki Haninger's blog. showed just how to make use of those berries. Vicki added an embroidered motif to each of her little doll quilts, and the effect was so charming, I couldn't resist trying it myself!

Used with permission of Vicki Haninger

Equally as charming were the fabrics Vicki used: pure, bright colors, prints with white backgrounds, assorted checks, polka dots, and whimsical designs... none of which I had in my own fabric stash.

An Internet search led me to Sandy Klop, whose American Jane fabrics ticked all the right boxes--cheerful colors and charming prints, all with a retro vibe!

I cut four sets of fabrics, one for me and three to share with friends, along with four vintage strawberries. Speaking of "vintage," can you spot the Cranston Print Works calico in the photo below?

Why not find a scrap of stitchery and give it new life? It's a perfect way to honor an anonymous needleworker from the past!

The Strawberry Patch 

15" x 17"

machine pieced

2009

Preposition Proposition

I’ve done it again… uttered those words that send my family scattering like pins on a hardwood floor: “I’m looking for a piece of fabric.”

With frenzied panic, they fumble for excuses:“Dad wants me to shovel the driveway… now!" “Gotta finish my homework. It's due tomorrow!” “I’m on the phone… long distance!”

Fear not, dear ones. This time, I know exactly where it is:"Go through the kitchen, into the dining room. It’s amongst the sewing things, on the chair, nearest the door. It’s in that pile of stuff, under the magazines, between the homespun plaids and batiks."

Uh oh, I’m beginning to lose them. When it comes to tracking down fabric, they’re like puppies or young children. They can only follow one command at a time.

"You can’t miss it… it’s red… red toile." Oh no, I’ve confused them with a technical term. Better redirect. "It's Christmas fabric… with scenes of Santa."

“Found it!” I hear someone cry triumphantly.

“Great! Now can you find the coordinating prints?”

They have glazed looks. I know better than to push my luck.