Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Garden Maze
It finally feels like Spring here. Time to celebrate with something fresh and new! Aussie quilter Marian Edwards posted this little quilt on her beautiful blog, a must read for anyone interested in antique and reproduction quilts, especially of the small variety.
Marian designed her quilt with bits and pieces leftover from previous projects. Hmm... I had some of the very same bits lying around my own sewing room!
embellished with buttonhole
stitch embroidery,
Kathy hand quilted simple designs, reminiscent of 1930s quilts.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Tickled Pink!
What's sweeter on a birthday than even cake and ice cream? How about a doll quilt from my buddy Barb?
This Courthouse Steps Log Cabin is the latest in a series of birthday quilts Barb has made for me over the years. Its double pinks and shirting prints are particular favorites of both Barb's and mine.
confection
The design reminds me of French pastries stacked in a patisserie window.
Barb must have had the same idea, because look what she put on the back--Parisienne advertising labels. Ooh la la!
There were birthday treats from other friends as well. Terri baked a tray of mini cupcakes that were moist, chocolatey, and way too easy to pop into our mouth whole. Linda's pink peppermint ice cream was the perfect accompaniment!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Every Stitch a Blessing, Every Stitch a Prayer
This is not the post I'd hoped to begin the new year with. My dad’s health has been declining since Christmas, and sadly, he passed away last week. He suffered from Lewy Body Dementia, a debilitating neurological disease with symptoms similar to both Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.
Dad died peacefully in his sleep while in the care of hospice. He was a devoted husband, great dad and grandfather, and all-around good guy who will be remembered for his cheerful, fun-loving spirit.
What started as mindless sewing, soon became a form of prayerful meditation. Snip, sort, sew. Snip, sort, sew. Gradually, the quiet focus and rhythmic hum of my machine began to mend my broken heart.
I don't know how I'll feel about this quilt in the future. I like to think there's more healing in it than grief. Maybe I won't try to finish it -- just keep it for the next time I need some therapeutic sewing.