Because...

He's huge!  And he's pink.  :)  Because granddaughters should be spoiled, right?

It's her birthday....5 years old and sassy and not as big as this hippo.  She's gonna' love it.  Her parents, not so much.

Redwork Baskets

When I started quilting in 1995 I took pictures of all my quilts and other projects.  That was before I had a digital camera so I have pictures stuck in a scrapbook.  I'm trying to go back and take pictures of those, at least the ones I still have, so I can document them on my computer.  This wall hanging is one made a couple of years ago but is a favorite.  It hangs in my bathroom and I'm getting a bit worried about it's exposure to hair spray and sunlight (there's a skylight in there) so I'm going to take it down soon.  But I thought I'd share it because I love it so.

And a little detail...

A Little Wool Love

I love working with wool.  It's so soft and needles so easily that I almost don't know I'm sewing.  This Potted Geranium pillow was a kit from Primitive Gatherings.  Their colors are rich and deep and I love everything I've gotten from them.

I finished this last night and just wanted to hold it in  my lap and feel of it.  Don't the clay pots look real?  The colors....    Each of the geranium petals is separate and is three dimensional.  They have a French knot in the middle and then one stitch on each side to make them look like a flower with four parts.  I originally thought it would be a wallhanging but they showed it as a pillow and in the end I went with that.  I've pretty much run out of walls, but not chairs.  :)

The Second Worst Quilt I Ever Made

I remember well the first quilt I ever made and, at the time, I thought it was great.  I'd seen my mother and grandmothers make quilts and it seemed easy.  After all, I'd taken home ec and I'd made my own clothes for years so a quilt should be a breeze.  I bought some polyester fabrics, cut out some squares, and tried to make some sort of pattern.  I think it might have been a four patch alternated with solid colored squares but it's been years since I've seen it so I'm not sure.  That was 1995.  I bought a high loft batting and a sheet for the back and I hand quilted it.  Yes.  I.  Did.  I'd made it for a friend and since we don't live in the same town I've not seen it since.  She probably uses it for a dog bed.  I hope she does.  I think I probably used a 5/8" seam, isn't that what you were supposed to do?

Even though the quilt was double awful, as I learned later, I loved the process so I continued to teach myself by reading a few books and experimenting.  I'm still not a great piecer though I enjoy doing it.  Quarter inch straight seams elude me.  I'm very good at embroidery, and fair-to-middlin' on applique so I'm happy with that.  I rarely enter a quilt in a show though because I see every single flaw.  Every stray stitch.  Every bobble of the seam.  Every point that doesn't match.  I got better over time and I'm much more comfortable with my stitching now, primarily because I learned to ignore the quilt police who have absolutely no authority, only loud voices.

My latest quilt, though, is one of those where everything that could go wrong, did.  I fell in love with Moda's 12 Days of Christmas while I was on a mission trip last summer and bought a couple charm packs.  At the same time I saw a new-to-me way to make Pinwheels.  So I gave it a shot.  You put two squares together, sew all around the four outside edges, cut and end up with half square triangles, which you put together to make Pinwheels.  That's all well and good but here's my question.  Why do they pink the edges of the charm pack?  I couldn't decide if I should measure from the inside or the outside of the pinked edge.  Apparently I did one thing on some and another thing on others.  Or  maybe I changed midstream on one pinwheel.  Every single one of them ended up being a different size.  And then there's the ironing issue.  When I was a little girl growing up and learning to iron my mother used lots of steam and lots of pressure to get every wrinkle out.  I know better than do that when quilting but if I am in a hurry or if I'm watching television or if I'm listening to a book on tape.....well, I sort of forget.  And I iron the darn things to death, resulting in slightly crooked pinwheels, or majorly crooked ones.  Points didn't meet, points got cut off, points float, blocks weren't the same size, and the borders waved.  I gave up and quilted the darn thing.  I can't seem to make myself slow down so stitches are different lengths and there are points where there should be curves.  But when I washed and dried it I have to say it's the most beautiful quilt, even if it IS the second worst one I ever made.

It's a perfect quilt to cover up a napping child, or one that's throwing up.  It's a perfect quilt to throw over the coffee table to make a tent and a perfect one for a  long summer afternoon reading session.  Don't you just love it when you make a perfect quilt?

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Carol at Mama CJTs is one of the most talented ladies I've ever seen!  Several days ago she wrote this post showing the absolute cutest wall hanging ever!.  You really have to see it to believe it.  She has the most amazing color sense...and I don't.  She is incredibly creative and ideas just seem to pour out of her.  She is also generous and loves it that I tried to copy her.   Mine isn't nearly as cute as hers (and it's not finished either) but it does have it's own cuteness that makes me smile every time I look at it!  Here's my latest work in progress:

I have some more buttons to add...and I'm like a button freak now looking for them everywhere I go....and some more decorative stitching but I just love it!

And for those of you who are craving a little spring time look who came back to visit me for the summer!

The bluebirds have returned!  I feel like my college aged kids have come home.  Not that I have college aged kids.  Or would want them to come home.  But you know what I mean, right?

One Thousand Blessings - Day 21

716.  The resilience of children
717.  The bluebirds are back in their little house in my backyard
718.  I saw my first Robin of the spring this week
719.  The Finches have found the new feeder outside my bedroom window
720.  The daffodils have begun to bloom again
721.  Seeing an old friend at church
722.  Restaurant gift cards
723.  A four year old bowling
724.  A four year old who answers a scolding with "I didn't know any better"
725.  Sunday School classes for special needs children
726.  Parents who take turns teaching Sunday School
727.  Horses running through a field just for the fun of running
728.  Dogs who attend funerals
729.  The relief I feel after a good cry
730.  New closet shelves
731.  A full pantry
732.  Apples
733.  Remembering a Bible verse at the exact time I need it
734.  Woven oak baskets
735.  White caps on the lake
736.  Hearing a bird sing and sing and sing outside my window
737.  Children singing at church
738.  Pictures of my grandchildren
739.  The scent of cinnamon
740.  Banana Nut Bread
741.  Bright colored fabrics that look like the colors of spring
742.  Charm packs and jelly rolls and layer cakes
743.  The far off sound of a lawn mower
744.  Hearing a train whistle and remembering Big Pappaw
745.  Fresh caught fish fried in hot oil
746.  Discovering an author I love but have never read before
747.  Books I can download on my computer without even going to the library
748.  Recipe cards
749.  White cheese dip
750.  Knowing it's time to put away the coats and scarves and bring out the light jackets