Nap Time

It was like waving chocolate or caramel in front of me. Better yet, chocolate with caramel.

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I found these today…

…and I could not resist. Look at the gray, white, and mint green together! I could not help myself. Look at those elephants! Are they not adorable? The plaid and triangle fabrics blend beautifully. But, the I Love You in white and gray? I had to have them. All of them. A couple yards of each. It’s not my fault: they were 40% off.


I’m leaning on a dream (1) I’ve had for many, many years. Work, children, home improvements, and paying for college (theirs and mine) prevented me from taking action.

Until now. I’ve decided that now is the time. Right NOW.

That dream? Designing and selling quilts like those I made for my children.


When my kids were in grade school, I made each of them a blanket they could call their own, one they didn’t have to share. My only rule: they weren’t allowed to carry (drag) them up and down the stairs. If they wanted it for TV time, fine; someone would bring it downstairs. Likewise taking them upstairs. With hurried little feeties, I wanted no disasters. To my knowledge, they obeyed. (Key phrase: to my knowledge.)

It’s a quilt made with fabric of their choice and pieced together, scrappy style. They chose the fabric for the back–in this case whales, aviation, and bears–and for the top, they chose and I arranged. The borders on the back were each different depending on how much fabric I had or needed. They are quilts but not “quilted” in the usual manner; rather, these are tied because I wanted fluffy blankets.

This one, now faded and worn, belongs to my daughter:

kelseys-quiltSee the blocks with hot pink alligators? Two are badly torn. See the black and white polka dots? It used to be midnight black. The shoes were neon bright. The bears fabric on the back is coordinating, but not necessarily matching. That makes each blanket unique and personalized.

My daughter was the only one who took her blanket to college. It worried me–especially when she “left it” with a friend who fell in love with it–but I demanded she get it back. She did.

The next went to my oldest son. The orange spiders were neon bright, the background in the train fabric was fire engine red. See the striped fabric near the top? Every single color popped. Now, all are dull. All three blankets became worn and faded, but in their day, they were bright and full of energy. My children loved them.

tylers-quiltThis last one belonged to my second oldest, my second born son. Can you find the cracker jacks fabric? The football fabric? He chose whales for the back. It made a darned cute Christmas picture that year. Sadly, my son tossed it several years ago because, of the three blankets, by the time he left for college it was nothing but threads.

andrews-blanketAs I perused the aisles in the fabric store today, I was reminded of those much-loved blankets and how much I loved making them. I recalled their happy faces when each was completed. I decided: this must be carried on. The next one you see here will go to my as yet unborn grandchild. Oh, no. There is no news. To my knowledge, there are no plans for grandchildren. Yet. To my knowledge. None that I know of. So far…

But who says I can’t start on the blankets? 😉

I planned on buying flannel for the back when the top is finished but I might not have to. Look who jumped off my fabric shelf! Little mint green bears.

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Not matching, but coordinating.

I bought this piece when the kids were little and I’m guessing it was for my girl. When she was little, I stenciled mint green bears on her bedroom walls. I used to say, “Good night, Kelsey!” and “Goodnight bears!” when I’d put her to bed. The bears are long gone, but, to this day she remembers my goodnight wishes.

Oh, yes. Something tells me the time is RIGHT NOW.

Photos are coming. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, I’m nurturing my dream….


(1) OK. I’ll fess up. This is only one of my dreams. The other (major and long-time) dream is also in the works. More on that very soon. Hint: it has to do with teeth.

Rockin’ Bobbin

Since I hung up my scalers last year, I’ve been trying to fill the empty spaces. I began with yodeling*. At first I was simply glad to not be at work any longer–in that capacity, anyway–and I spent the first few months trying to heal a very worn, very stretched, and very tired back (dentistry is quite hard on the body). But as the months wore on and visits from the police about odd noises* from the house increased, I knew I had to get busy. The creative genius in me was becoming restless. Did I say genius? I meant to say goddess.

So, I set her free. Actually, I let her fly. I set up my room, dusted off my machine, and let ‘er rip. Before I knew it, my bobbin was rockin’.

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mug rugs and pillows are a great way to use up log cabin blocks
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batik tote bag that went to my mother for Christmas
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the black stocking went to my daughter-in-law for Christmas, the others were made many years ago
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I received so many compliments on the first bag–and orders for more–that I decided to make one for me using one batik fabric

Some of you may have seen this, and I apologize for the repeat, but this was big. I’ve had my eye on this one for years. It’s a Thimbleberries pattern for a table runner and place mats.

Until this is finished, this is what I made for the meantime:

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I’ve always wanted to make a rag quilt. This was my first attempt using the many plaids I’ve accumulated. Two more place mats to finish. He hasn’t noticed, but I cut up one of hubby’s shirts….

Some of you may have seen the purple mittens I made from my old wool sweater. They went to my daughter for Christmas. I didn’t stop there. I’d had the idea in my head to make mittens using old sweaters and I couldn’t let it go. Kind of like the last piece of pizza (but that’s another story). With wool on my brain and where to find some, I recalled something special. Here’s what I came up with:

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The tan blanket is navy issue from 1951. Rod Geier was my father. In college I used two of his tan blankets that I’d sewn together. They are 100 percent wool and quite heavy. I found the pattern on-line. The blue blanket is partial wool that no one was using. I lined the mittens with fleece. They are very warm. I could not share them until now because the second pair went to my sister and I didn’t want her to see them before Christmas.

By this time, my bobbin was smokin’.


We’ve had unusually cold, snowy, and icy conditions in the Portland area the past few weeks. Today, they are predicting more snow. So…….I guess I should clean the bathroom fluff the pillows finish the rag place mats, or do more on the Thimbleberries table runner.

NAH! WHO AM I KIDDING?!!?

It’s time for another project:

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I’m starting a new category called Rockin’ Bobbin on the blog today, this being the first installment. Sewing has been a part of me since I was in fourth grade when my mother began a 4-H group out of our home. She taught me the basics, but I stitched my way through high school, college, and early married life with coats, clothing for me and the children, quilts, and many other projects. If the next few months/years are a hint of the goddess within, Gandalf says I’d best devote time and space.

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Gandalf can hardly wait to get started
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Otis is extremely focused

Otis made me promise to stop yodeling. The only thing left to do is get that bobbin rockin’.