Thursday, August 1, 2019

Farmer Boy Quilt

The Farmer Boy continues to be one of my favorite old patterns to work with. I like him far better than Sunbonnet Sue. Why, I don't know, unless it is that little red hanky in his back pocket. lol

When I was 19 I began quilting for the public. It wasn't long after I started my business that I made a full size Farmer Boy quilt. There was a new gift shop in town that accepted consignments so I took it in and showed it to the shop owner. She accepted it and put it on display for sale. I walked out feeling quiet proud of myself that something I made was actually for sale in a gift shop. I received a phone call from the shop owner the very next day telling me that it had already sold and the lady who bought it ordered a second one in a different colorway. I was ever excited!! This was the boost I really needed to help keep me going forward.

I failed to take photos of those 2 quilts back then...heck I wasn't very good at making photos of anything I made in the beginning and how I wish I had!

The following Farmer Boy quilt was made for my husbands niece for her new baby boy back prior to 2009. I really liked the setting of this particular quilt and was glad that I made the blocks long and skinny instead of the usual 12 1/2 inch square.

I love reminiscing about my first days of quilting.  

Tell us, who or what got you in to quilting?


Tuesday, July 30, 2019

The Peanut Butter Story

This is a true story and is a story of God and His Faithfulness in ALL things.
And now - The Peanut Butter Story:
During a season of my life when I was a single mother and struggling financially, one of my daughters came and asked what might seem like a simple request. She said, "It's been a while since we've had any peanut butter. Could we get some?" I told her I'd see what I could do about that and she went off to bed. Well, I remember laying on the couch and crying like a baby because I knew there was no money to buy peanut butter with. I had a good old fashioned pity party. I cried out to God and told Him how unfair it was that my children had to do with out such a simple request over circumstances that were not their fault. I told Him I felt ashamed to question Him and complain when we certainly had not gone hungry. Many friends and church family had been faithful to help us. God had shown His faithfulness time and time again. I told Him it surely would be nice to be able to go to the store and get not only our needs, but also a few "wants", like peanut butter! I cried myself to sleep feeling like a failure as a mother. (The peanut butter was just the straw that pushed me over the edge of much financial stress)
The next morning I got up to go run the Meals on Wheels route that I worked that summer. I took one of the girls with me every day so I would have some special time with the daughter who went for that day. The same one went with me that day who had asked about the peanut butter.
We got to one of the houses and the sweet little lady who lived there asked if I could wait a minute after we had given her the meal. She went into her house and came back with a can in her hands. She then preceded to say "I went yesterday to get my commodities and they had this can of peanut butter in my box. Well, I don't buy peanut butter because it gives me "the gas". I love it but it sure doesn't love me! Well, I kept thinking about this can of peanut butter in my cabinet last night and I got up and ate a spoon full. Let me tell you - that spoon full of peanut butter kept me up all night! When I got up this morning, I thought, I've got to get that stuff out of my house! Then I thought about you and your little girls coming by here everyday. I don't want to offend you by offering you an opened can with a spoon mark in it, but I figured kids all love peanut butter. Would you mind having this can of peanut butter?"
I'm sure she wondered why I was crying before she could even finish her question! Absolutely, we would love to have such a precious gift! In that moment it was more valuable than a can full of gold! Sure, a can of gold would have bought a house full of groceries, but not the lesson my children and I learned that day and that we have never forgotten. God does hear our prayers, He hears our heart cries. He hears a little girl say "can we get some peanut butter" when there's no money to buy it. That little lady could have given us a loaf of bread or a bag of potatoes. But it would not have been the miracle that God wanted us to have. It would have been appreciated but not something that I would remember so vividly 20 years later. My God is an awesome God and He cares about me personally. He cares about you too. Bring your needs and your concerns to Him. He will show you how big, and loving, and able He is.

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Red Marbles!

Red Marbles!...
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good..'
'They are good, Barry.. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir.
Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked..
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs... Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever..
When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes...
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral :
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles:
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...
An unexpected phone call from an old friend .....
Green stoplights on your way to work...
The fastest line at the grocery store...
A good sing-along song on the radio...
Your keys found right where you left them.
Share this with the people you'll never forget.
I just Did...
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED

Friday, July 12, 2019

Quilts Our Grannys Loved

I found this during one of my many google searches one day.  I thought I had saved the link to where it came from but I do not see it.  This is an oldie goldie from way back in the day.  My granny loved using these old patterns.  It makes me smile and brings back memories of the days she and I quilted together.  I may have to draft this pattern and make a quilt.  What would make it even better would be to have some of the thick 100% polyester that granny used for her blanket stitched quilts.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

My Scissor Collection!

How Many Scissors Are Too Many! :)

Do you love scissors?  How many pair do you own?  Me, I have a few.. lol.  Truly, I always keep at my sewing machine salesman to give me a new pair of Gingher shears with each machine purchase!  And then, I love those orange handled scissors that McKenna Ryan uses for her quilts (there is a pair in the middle of the bottom row in the photo... I now own 7 pair of those!).  They work wonders cutting out those continuum patterns too! They turn on a dime! And the handles are so ergonomic! 

Here is a large portion of mine!  
Yes, I have acquired more since this photo. :)
 I guess you can say I love scissors!


Monday, July 8, 2019

Reflecting Back

I was going through my computer putting things on disc to free up some space and found these.  These are quilts I had the pleasure of quilting for customers/friends before 2010. Enjoy the photos.

If you need any quilting services hired out, please let me know.  I have quilted for the public for 40 years. Smoke and pet free home and studio. 










Saturday, July 6, 2019

I simply love making t-shirt quilts!  I dont know what the fascination is, but I find myself quite happy inside as I work on one.  This one I made for a friend a couple of Christmases ago.  I think it turned out quite nice!  We used her daughters t-shirts from kindergarten through graduation.