Meanwhile Back in Sheville...

I can't remember the exact age I first learned to sew. Under ten years old for sure. My first sewing project was a cross stitch alphabet sampler. Lucky for me I come from a long line of pack rats. My Mom saved it for years and years. When my daughter was born she framed it and gave it to me to decorate the nursery. My daughter will be old enough to buy alcoholic beverages this summer, so that's a been more than a few days ago. But not one to forgo family traditions, I saved it all these years. It now qualifies under the definition of antique. I decided the other day that it seems appropriate to display in Sheville.


While I was digging through things I also found the second sewing project I made. A pretty little bouquet I embroidered and framed for my Grandmother. Of course I'm going to display that too. Right next to the gazillion old buttons my family has horded for years. I really need to come up with a creative use for all these buttons.


Then I finished the quilt top I've been working on. I tried Amelia's advice and turned the reds all the same direction and you know what? I like it. Can't explain why but I do. So I left them that way. A couple couldn't be turned, but I like having something intentionally not perfect in my quilts. Not that I need to goof up intentionally. I'm pretty good at that naturally. I shopped for fabric and found the exact red print in sufficient quantity for the border. Apparently it was meant to be. So stripe for the binding it is.


I don't have the color of quilting thread that I want to use. I won't be going out any time soon. So I started cutting the next project. An antique reproduction spools quilt. I don't like the instructions in the book (I hate bias squares) so I'm going to try and just wing it on my own. This could be a disaster waiting to happen. Or it may turn out delightful. Either way it keeps my mind off being snowbound with a crowing rooster on my back porch. He never stops. I may need therapy soon.