I have been feeling low for several weeks now with no desire to blog. My dear friend passed away on Mother's day. I have been unable get myself together and find a subject anyone would be interested in. I began to think I had stopped caring about this. However yesterday I came across these pictures while looking for something else. The one above is not very good but if you look closely you will see that there is a quilt waiting to be born. The owner is my precious granddaughter, Elizabeth Evelyn, also known as Libby and more recently as Lizzi. She is twelve now and somewhere in her threes or fours we decided to create a quilt together. We spent an hour or so in the quilt shop where she chose these fabrics. Her mother, ( my daughter was pretty concerned about her choices and suggested that I influence those choices. No way, Libby's quilt, not mine and not her mother's. In any case, I cut those fat quarters into three and a half inch squares. Libby played with them for a couple of days and arranged and rearranged until her baby dolls approved and then we were good to go.
The next morning I stitched the squares together under her watchful eyes. Sometimes there were four or five of the same fabrics in a row, but she was liking it a lot so who was I to question her art?
Wrong order, but since I have not blogged for awhile, I will simply point out that we tied the quilt. Libby was such a good helper! I tied and she held the perle' cotton strands so they could be trimmed.
We did some basting under the eye of LC most of the morning. Libby told me that her dog was always around when humans were at the kitchen table. Apparently the puppy was simply being opportunistic. Libby was quick to warn me that if we dropped any fabric, LC would be right there to scoop it up!
More basting!
Finished. She was so proud. These were her fabric choices, her layout, her first sewing project and she was a pretty exacting fore woman.
Now, how sweet is that? Libby is twelve now and while this is the broody time, we still bake together, and sew together. Don't tell her that I told you that she still treasures the little pink crocheted blanket barely visible in the photo. She is way too hip for that now. We will soon be making sundresses for Miss Lucy. I hope that whether you are a mom or grand mom like me, that you can find the time to do creative things with the children in your life. This memory helps me to feel better and I hope you are pleased to share it with me
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I have been feeling low for several weeks now with no desire to blog. My dear friend passed away on Mother's day. I have been unable get myself together and find a subject anyone would be interested in. I began to think I had stopped caring about this. However yesterday I came across these pictures while looking for something else. The one above is not very good but if you look closely you will see that there is a quilt waiting to be born. The owner is my precious granddaughter, Elizabeth Evelyn, also known as Libby and more recently as Lizzi. She is twelve now and somewhere in her threes or fours we decided to create a quilt together. We spent an hour or so in the quilt shop where she chose these fabrics. Her mother, ( my daughter was pretty concerned about her choices and suggested that I influence those choices. No way, Libby's quilt, not mine and not her mother's. In any case, I cut those fat quarters into three and a half inch squares. Libby played with them for a couple of days and arranged and rearranged until her baby dolls approved and then we were good to go.
The next morning I stitched the squares together under her watchful eyes. Sometimes there were four or five of the same fabrics in a row, but she was liking it a lot so who was I to question her art?
Wrong order, but since I have not blogged for awhile, I will simply point out that we tied the quilt. Libby was such a good helper! I tied and she held the perle' cotton strands so they could be trimmed.
We did some basting under the eye of LC most of the morning. Libby told me that her dog was always around when humans were at the kitchen table. Apparently the puppy was simply being opportunistic. Libby was quick to warn me that if we dropped any fabric, LC would be right there to scoop it up!
More basting!
Finished. She was so proud. These were her fabric choices, her layout, her first sewing project and she was a pretty exacting fore woman.
Now, how sweet is that? Libby is twelve now and while this is the broody time, we still bake together, and sew together. Don't tell her that I told you that she still treasures the little pink crocheted blanket barely visible in the photo. She is way too hip for that now. We will soon be making sundresses for Miss Lucy. I hope that whether you are a mom or grand mom like me, that you can find the time to do creative things with the children in your life. This memory helps me to feel better and I hope you are pleased to share it with me
