HELLO MY FRIENDS! Yes, I know that I am shouting. I am just so glad to be here I feel like shouting. 🙂
Sami and I have been away from y’all so long we feel like we are new but we are the same old girls, or at least I am. A Special Thank You to all our cyber friends that have checked on us. I don’t want to use any names because I did not get permission, but y’all know who you are. We really appreciate knowing you were thinking about us.
The block above is a Bonnie Hunter ‘Addicted to Scraps’ block published in the May/June 2018 issue of Quilt Maker magazine. This block is intended to be put together for a quilt and it would be lovely but I don’t think I am up to it yet so I decided to enlarge the block and add borders (see the second picture) and make it into a table topper. As always with Bonnie’s blocks, the instructions are well written and very easy to follow. She gives several different examples of how the block would look with different colors.
Many different quilts are running through my head using this block and I cannot wait to try more: Christmas colors for a throw for the couch, baby quilts, QOV, a new one for my bed……so many ideas…so little time or energy.
Also, did I mention that my long arm is in the shop! I think it is just trying to get attention, but did it have to wait until the warranty was out to decide to break down?
Thank you for visiting with us again. We are so glad to have you.
One of the things our local volunteer service group supports is The Giving Store. Last year The Giving Store provided over 400 local children the opportunity to ‘shop’ for presents for their family members. Purchasing these presents come from the proceeds of a Spring and Fall rummage sale of used items donated by the community throughout the year, a Christmas in July luncheon ticket sales and donations, and new items donated for the children’s shopping event.
I have donated a quilt in the past but this year I will be donating wrist purses. I am committed to making twenty but since I got an early start this year I will try to come up with more. You may notice some familiar fabrics as I have used most in other quilt projects.
Hope the children and the recipients enjoy the purses as much as I have enjoyed making them.
Thank you for visiting with me.
A big thank you to everyone that sent messages, prayers, and good will to Sami and I during Hurricane Irma.
Sami and I evacuated to my son and daughter-in-law’s house south of Atlanta, GA. They were the most gracious hosts and did everything they could for us to relieve the stress. I can never thank them enough for everything they do for us.
After spending four days of prepping our house to ready it for Irma, Sami and I, already exhausted, loaded the car to head for Georgia. The trip that usually takes six hours for me (five hours for anyone else) took somewhere around 11-12 hours with the traffic.
Unfortunately, the storm kept going north and impacted everyone in its path farther north than anyone expected. Lots of people in the Georgia area where we stayed were also without power and experienced high winds and lots of rain. My family only lost tree limbs and a few other minor things.
Sami and I came home not knowing what to expect as the national news programs only reported on the areas that had the most devastation. The trip home was almost as long as going but we had relief knowing the storm was over. Every rest area we stopped had no power and the bathrooms were closed. That wasn’t a problem for Sami but it sure was for me.
I am happy to say, our house received very minimal damage. We lost a few trees, parts of the fence will never be the same, and lots of clean up is needed. BUT, we are so lucky to have been spared and we now have electricity. So many people lost everything. My best friend and his wife lost their house they have lived in for over 35 years and they only live eight miles from me, on the beachside.
I know without all the prayers that were sent our way it would have been a completely different story and I am very grateful. We had a wonderful place to go for protection and we had a house to come home to. Thank you God. Please continue your prayers for everyone affected by this storm. So many people still do not have power here and it is extremely hot, in the 90s. The linemen are working very long days in this heat trying their best to get the electricity back on for everyone.
I have not even walked into my sweat shop and I will probably not until I get the clean up and repairs completed. That area is my happy place and I cannot even think about it right now. I really appreciate all the comments sent our way and I will start my regular posts as soon as possible.
Vintage Tulip Baby Quilt
My ‘copy’ of Tulip Quilt
Back of my Tulip Quilt
Yesterday I told you the story about my vintage tulip quilt from my Aunt Mary. I loved this quilt so much, not only because I think it is beautiful and all the memories that go with it, but because my Aunt Mary made it. I have made many reproductions of this quilt by tracing the tulips to make my own pattern. I made my first grandson, Joey, one like it with a few modifications in 1992.
The second picture is the last tulip quilt I made. It is hand quilted around the tulips as I wanted it to be soft and cuddly. The third picture is the back of my quilt.
I cannot look at Aunt Mary’s quilt without seeing her sitting at her machine in front of the window just sewing the day away. She had an outside building that housed her wringer washer and a small heating stove that she called her wash house. There was a cellar under the shed where she kept her homemade jars of fruits and vegetables. It was yesterday’s version of a ‘she-shed’. 🙂 Hooks were mounted on the shed’s ceiling with ropes attached. The ropes were also attached to her quilting frame and she could pull the frame up to the ceiling to get it out of the way when she wasn’t quilting and lowered when needed. In the winter we started a fire in the stove to warm up the shed and then quilt and/or wash clothes. Aunt Mary would put a big pot of pinto beans on the stove and by supper time we were ready.
I find it funny now when I get tired of moving my junk off my cutting table when I get ready to sew. Just think if I still had to carry water to fill up the washer, start a fire in the stove (after chopping the wood), pull the quilting frame down, and then start quilting. I am blessed.
Thank you for reading my story.
If this quilt was discovered at a Goodwill shop most people would walk by, if it even made it onto the sales floor. It is over 50 years old, lots of stains, and even a small hole or two, but if I could only keep one quilt from my vast collection, this would be THE ONE. It came to me from my dear Aunt Mary Daugherty. Aunt Mary was the person who took the time to teach me to sew by letting me operate the petal on her petal powered machine before I was big enough to see the top of the machine if I stood on the floor. This taught me how to control the petal to keep the machine going smoothly. She would sit me in her lap to watch how she would feed the fabric through and eventually let me actually sew scraps together under her close supervision.
Aunt Mary was a very accomplished seamstress. She would let me pick out a dress I liked from the Sears and Roebuck Catalog and she would make it for me, usually out of beautiful flour sack fabrics. Back then flour and feed came in calico or gingham cotton fabrics that I thought was the prettiest fabric ever made.
As much as Aunt Mary loved her sewing machine all of her quilting was done by hand. When her only child married and was pregnant she made all the layette including many quilts as the old houses in East Tennessee were cold and drafty in the winter. One of the quilts was the tulip quilt pictured above. She was so proud of it because it was the first quilt she had ever quilted on the sewing machine. When I had my first son, John, in 1968 she gave the quilt to me and as you can see it was well used and loved by all three of my children. When they outgrew it I boxed it up and kept it through many moves, even from Tennessee to Florida in 1981.
I will complete the ‘rest of the story’ as Paul Harvey used to say, in tomorrow’s post.
Thank you all for reading my long story.
It is with a heavy heart that I post this message today. My wonderful bonus grandchildren’s father passed away this weekend from ALS. He was the most dedicated father I have ever met. Always the first to think up or join in on any fun activity that came along that involved his kids. He would drive in from another state to watch a ball game or attend any school function that involved his kids. They went hiking, mountain climbing, and many other activities as a loving family. It helped that the dad was the biggest ‘kid’ among them.
I was awarded admission into this amazing family group when my son married a sweet lady with two children. They blended well with few, if any, bumps along the way (that I didn’t even hear about as we live in different states.) If anyone wrote a script about how divorced parents should act and raise their children, these people would win the award. All three (my son, DIL, and X husband) joined together to make it happen without waves. The extended family of all sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. read the rule book and followed it. They are all amazing people.
The result of this dedication to put the children first is two adult children that are happy, educated, and well-adjusted and an extended family that is mourning the loss of a wonderful fun-loving dad that left an impression on everyone that had the privilege of knowing him. They come away knowing they had two sets of parents that love them.
ALS is a horrible disease that takes the lives of so many of our young, robust people. Please support the continuing effort to stamp out and control this disease.
Any of you that know me know that I don’t get out much. 🙂 I go grocery shopping once a month, the library every other week to replenish my audio books supply, and go to lunch with the girls every third Thursday….and that is basically it except for the occasional runs for fabric. I mostly use internet ordering and I love staying home with my Sami. I spent many years until my retirement working with the public so this life is ideal for me.
This past week was a total change from usual. My son and daughter-in-love visited from Georgia to attend the annual Daytona Beach Bike Week. I get to see my son twice a year, for Bike Week in the Spring and Biketober Fest in the Fall and I love it. This time I had a bonus with my Glenda too. We had a wonderful visit but it wasn’t long enough. They took me out to a wonderful dinner at the Conch House in St. Augustine and I enjoyed the left overs the next day. Sami was a little, maybe a lot, out of control but we are working on that. It is very hard for her to be nice when she is so excited to have people around besides just boring old mom.
Thursday was the monthly Bunnell Girls lunch. We get have a good time visiting, talking, laughing, and stuffing ourselves with delicious food. We decide the next place to go and take turns driving. Last month we picked the River Grille in Ormond Beach. A lovely place that sits right on the Tomoka River with a nice outdoor deck. We didn’t think about Bike Week last month when making our decision but we got the added entertainment by going through the bikers and passing the Iron Horse Saloon in Ormond Beach (David Allen Coe was performing that day) and seeing all the sights. What a treat for us.
Even though I enjoy my solitude I also enjoy my visits with the ‘kids’ and my girls lunch group. Now back to my sweat shop/sewing studio.