Pretty
I generally spend my time making pretty stuff like this:
(And doing school and cleaning, but mostly in the summer I sew.)
Happy
Unrelated to sewing, the Lutheran online school I go to is going to do Matins, Vespers, and Compline on Wednesdays through the school year. I'm really happy about that. I try to do them on my own, but forget...a lot.
Funny
My super fancy quilt block storing system. (I also keep finished things in plastic Wal-Mart bags.) And the previous label is scratched out because I finished that quilt top.
Real
This is what the sewing room looks like after I've been in it.
But it gets cleaned up at the end of the day and messed up again the next. (Sometimes it looks worse.)
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Showing posts with label Sewing. Show all posts
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Stitched in Color Mosaic Contest
I'm entering the Stitched in Color mosaic contest here: http://www.stitchedincolor.com/2013/07/clashy-bright-mosaic-contest.html.
Here're my mosaics.
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Here're my mosaics.
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Monday, May 6, 2013
Yay! New Fabric!
I got my first charm-packs in the mail today. (And a template for Lizzie's quilt. I didn't need the template, but it'll make life easier.)
I'm saving them for a while, though.
Before using the charm-packs, I'm making myself finish quilting this:
And have to put borders on these two quilts:
And cut out Lizzie's quilt and finish piecing mine. (I'm making myself one for my bed because the one I have has been around since I was four and it's starting to run out of life.)
Also, I finished Dad's Christmas present from last year. (He got to unwrap it, but it wasn't nearly done. Mostly because I ran out of time and energy.)
I'm saving them for a while, though.
Before using the charm-packs, I'm making myself finish quilting this:
And have to put borders on these two quilts:
And cut out Lizzie's quilt and finish piecing mine. (I'm making myself one for my bed because the one I have has been around since I was four and it's starting to run out of life.)
Also, I finished Dad's Christmas present from last year. (He got to unwrap it, but it wasn't nearly done. Mostly because I ran out of time and energy.)
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Sewing, Knitting, Arane, and Rabbits
I finished Megan's quilt a while ago. It didn't take long to do, which is good because I finished it about five days before the shower.
Also, during the first lawn-mowing of the year, that little bunny hid in our garage. He ran in there when Dad opened the door. (Another one was hiding in a corner next to the house.) The rabbit stayed there for about five hours and was soooooo scared. His nose wasn't even moving for a while. (I'm glad he hid because splattered bunny isn't at all pleasant.)
I also translated today two sentences from Greek into English without looking up anything.
And Arane is learning about colors and things like that. (Lizzie does it by making piles of things in the same color. Like a pile of yellow stuff or a pile of orange stuff.) She (Arane; Lizzie's too big to play this) also plays with her baby doll and treats it like Lizzie and Justin treat Arane. (Like tucking her in and holding her.)
And Dad's quilt from last Christmas is almost done. I just need to put on the binding. (He did get it at Christmas, but it wasn't nearly finished.)
Here are the first two blocks of this quilt-a-long.
That one on the left took FOREVER. There was a ton of wailing and gnashing of teeth. But now I don't like the fabrics anymore. It's too busy. So I'm going to keep these, but find different fabric.
And I made a shawl in time for 80-degree weather. (Mom's holding it up.) Aunt Susan gave me the yarn and I made up the pattern. It's reaaaaally big and warm.
Also, I finally have all of the fabric for Lizzie's quilt. It's going to be a tumbler quilt in mostly-brown and some blue. All that I need now before starting is the template (from here).
(I also got these two packs of fabric while ordering the template. Because I'm tired of doing flowers and butterflies and pinkness in quilts. Sometimes I need a dump truck and kites and stuff like that. And those are the first precut fabric I've ever gotten other than individual fat-quarters. Which doesn't really count because they weren't in a bundle.)
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real
Pretty
I made two more quilts. They're both for two little old ladies at church who have been sick for the past couple months.
Happy
I have new curtains! And I made them all by myself. They're from this fabric.
I made two more quilts. They're both for two little old ladies at church who have been sick for the past couple months.
Happy
I have new curtains! And I made them all by myself. They're from this fabric.
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
The Crazy Stuff That Goes On Around Our House
I'm a pastor's kid, which means that I have to remember the names of about 150 people are without asking too much. (And most of the people are either related to each other, white haired old people, or both.) (About half of the people in church are cousins either by birth or marriage. About half of the non-related people are shut-ins, don't go out much in the winter because it's cold, or migrate to Florida like birds when it's cold. That gives me plenty of time to forget their names.)
Around church, I acolyte, altar guild, help with Confirmation, sew quilts for LWR, visit people with Dad, take messages, relay messages, and get to chase salesmen away with the magic words, "Actually, this is a parsonage, so we'd have to ask the church council." (And then have to explain what a parsonage is.)
Confirmation class is the goofiest thing that I've helped with. There are five people taking it between the ages of seven and twelve. (Two others hang around because their older brother takes it.) Normally, it goes something like this:
3:00--Dad and I get to the church.
3:15--Kid 1 arrives. He asks if we have the treasure box today. I say to ask Dad.
3:20--Kids 2 and 3 arrive. They start playing ball with Kid 1. (Once, they managed to smash a light-bulb. I'm not sure how they managed it because the light bulb was on a window ledge behind a Christmas tree.)
3:25--Kid 4, his grandma (who helps, too), little sister, and little brother arrive. The little brother asks, "What are you doing?" really excitedly. He does that even when I'm just standing there waiting for Dad to tell me what to do.
3:30--Kid 5 arrives. Dad starts corralling the kids to the table. We sing, pray, and Dad starts teaching the lesson. Kid 1 asks questions about everything from "When did Abraham live?" to "When are we eating?"
4:15--We eat. (Popcorn, lemonade, and cookies.) At least four spills are required to take place in this time. (I'm getting skilled at wielding paper towels.)
4:45--Dad tests memory work. Most people remember it after the third try.
5:15--We sing, sometimes have the treasure box. The treasure box currently has sticky reptiles and amphibians, jelly slugs, paper airplane kits, ice-cream poppers, and stuff like that. (Somehow, Kid 1 got a jelly slug stuck to a beam. He tried to get it down, then I tried, then got Kid 2, who's three inches taller than I, who did manage to get it down.)
The thing that makes it goofy is Kid 1, who asks questions all the time. He needs to go read an encyclopedia. A lot of them are good questions (like "How do we know the Bible tells the truth?") and some are off topic (like "How does popcorn pop?"). But the kid never gets all the questions answered because half-way through the explanation, he asks another one. (He also falls out of chairs. I have no idea how, but one minute he's sitting in a chair and the next he's lying on the floor.)
The Confirmation class kids really like it when we do something around the church, like set up for Communion or burn palm leaves or fill candles. (Dad told me to tell about the candle oil and the first thing I said was, "DO NOT DRINK THIS! It is not water! You drink it and you die!" Then Kid 1 asked why, and what we'd do if he did drink it, and Dad said, "Make you throw up then call the ambulance." Then had to explain how to make somebody throw up. Nobody drank the candle oil.) Last Wednesday, the kids helped me with the altar guilding for Ash Wednesday. They put up purple paraments, new hymn numbers (even the four year old helped), filled candles, mixed ash with olive oil and put crosses on each other's foreheads, filled Communion cups, tried wafers (they taste like Styrophom when fresh and are even worse when stale), learned about why there are five crosses on the fair linen (the cloth that's on top of the altar; it has five crosses for the five wounds Jesus had), looked at the button that turns the sound system on, and learned about the Divine Service. (And were told the story about the time Martin Luther spilled some consecrated wine on the floor and so licked it up.) That was a full and pretty smooth class. It hardly ever happens.
Around church, I acolyte, altar guild, help with Confirmation, sew quilts for LWR, visit people with Dad, take messages, relay messages, and get to chase salesmen away with the magic words, "Actually, this is a parsonage, so we'd have to ask the church council." (And then have to explain what a parsonage is.)
Confirmation class is the goofiest thing that I've helped with. There are five people taking it between the ages of seven and twelve. (Two others hang around because their older brother takes it.) Normally, it goes something like this:
3:00--Dad and I get to the church.
3:15--Kid 1 arrives. He asks if we have the treasure box today. I say to ask Dad.
3:20--Kids 2 and 3 arrive. They start playing ball with Kid 1. (Once, they managed to smash a light-bulb. I'm not sure how they managed it because the light bulb was on a window ledge behind a Christmas tree.)
3:25--Kid 4, his grandma (who helps, too), little sister, and little brother arrive. The little brother asks, "What are you doing?" really excitedly. He does that even when I'm just standing there waiting for Dad to tell me what to do.
3:30--Kid 5 arrives. Dad starts corralling the kids to the table. We sing, pray, and Dad starts teaching the lesson. Kid 1 asks questions about everything from "When did Abraham live?" to "When are we eating?"
4:15--We eat. (Popcorn, lemonade, and cookies.) At least four spills are required to take place in this time. (I'm getting skilled at wielding paper towels.)
4:45--Dad tests memory work. Most people remember it after the third try.
5:15--We sing, sometimes have the treasure box. The treasure box currently has sticky reptiles and amphibians, jelly slugs, paper airplane kits, ice-cream poppers, and stuff like that. (Somehow, Kid 1 got a jelly slug stuck to a beam. He tried to get it down, then I tried, then got Kid 2, who's three inches taller than I, who did manage to get it down.)
The thing that makes it goofy is Kid 1, who asks questions all the time. He needs to go read an encyclopedia. A lot of them are good questions (like "How do we know the Bible tells the truth?") and some are off topic (like "How does popcorn pop?"). But the kid never gets all the questions answered because half-way through the explanation, he asks another one. (He also falls out of chairs. I have no idea how, but one minute he's sitting in a chair and the next he's lying on the floor.)
The Confirmation class kids really like it when we do something around the church, like set up for Communion or burn palm leaves or fill candles. (Dad told me to tell about the candle oil and the first thing I said was, "DO NOT DRINK THIS! It is not water! You drink it and you die!" Then Kid 1 asked why, and what we'd do if he did drink it, and Dad said, "Make you throw up then call the ambulance." Then had to explain how to make somebody throw up. Nobody drank the candle oil.) Last Wednesday, the kids helped me with the altar guilding for Ash Wednesday. They put up purple paraments, new hymn numbers (even the four year old helped), filled candles, mixed ash with olive oil and put crosses on each other's foreheads, filled Communion cups, tried wafers (they taste like Styrophom when fresh and are even worse when stale), learned about why there are five crosses on the fair linen (the cloth that's on top of the altar; it has five crosses for the five wounds Jesus had), looked at the button that turns the sound system on, and learned about the Divine Service. (And were told the story about the time Martin Luther spilled some consecrated wine on the floor and so licked it up.) That was a full and pretty smooth class. It hardly ever happens.
Monday, February 4, 2013
A New Quilt
I haven't made a post in forever, mainly because there wasn't much to post about for a while. So, here's one now.
My cousin, Sarah, (who got married a couple summers ago) is having her first baby. I wanted to make her a quilt to go with the baby. Sarah said to make it flowery. It was hard to find flowery fabric that wasn't old lady-ish!
I made a sandwich out of muslin and batting then appliqued big butterflies and flowers on it.
My cousin, Sarah, (who got married a couple summers ago) is having her first baby. I wanted to make her a quilt to go with the baby. Sarah said to make it flowery. It was hard to find flowery fabric that wasn't old lady-ish!
I made a sandwich out of muslin and batting then appliqued big butterflies and flowers on it.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real
Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real is something that Mom does with a different lady whose name I forget. This week, it's in backwards order because the Blogger picture thing is crazy.
Real
That is only part of the huge pile of books that I have gone through by the end of the school day.
Funny
This is Dad teaching a class in the church office. He's funny.
Happy
This is a book called On The Art of Writing and is a series of lectures by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch. It's a happy book because it has markings in it.
Pretty
This is dress fabric (the blue one), thread, and pattern that I got. I'm going to try to make a dress. The first try is going to be made out of the white thing, and if it turns out well, I can wear that, too.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sewing, knitting, writing.
(Finaly managed to remember to make a post about crafts.)
Mom and I are making a quilt for my bed. It's just going to be made out of 6" squares (I wanted to do one foot squares, but Mom said it'd look to big for a twin bed), sewn together with 1/4" seam allowence. We're using an old matress pad (from the bunkbed) for the batting and a old sheet for the back. And bits of cloth left over. We're being misers, but the quilt will probebly be MUCH cheaper than a store bought one, and will last longer. When it's finished, my old one (a purple, green, blue, yellow, and white thing) is going into me hopechest along with the big quilt that used to go on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed of the same colors.
Mom's (so far) made one winter skirt this year. She's been making me skirts, since the ones in the store are so SKIMPY! Finding a modest dress is annoying, too, so mabye I can make a 40's one. You can't get much more modest then that, even though there was cloth shortages then (all on account of the Germans, too).
I'm knitting three scarves right now. One for my cousin Chris, my cousin Matt, and (by request) one for Lizzie, who has already got one. She even bought the yarn! Oh, and one for myself. I don't have a scarf right now.
I'm going to knitt a hat for Matt's wife (Megan), a hat for Dad, a hat for Uncle Mike, and a hat for Brian (another cousin).
Mom is also getting something, but I won't tell what it is since she reads the posts before they're posted.
I'm making a pair of legwarmers for my cousin Kelsey. She's a dancer, too, and so legwarms made sense. She wanted SOMETHING and scarves and hats can get kinda boring after a while.
I got a knitting book with something like 63 easy patterns. One of the patterns is socks WITHOUT heels, so those look easy enough to knitt.
This is a good post on a blog that Dad and Mom read. http://www.geneveith.com/recognizing-bad-writing/_3338/comment-page-1/#comment-68232
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