Another use for my skinny fabric scraps–a rooster!
This handsome fella started out as a quick sketch…
Which I cut out and traced onto felt.
Then I added those skinny strips to make his feathers and added a mile of thread! (Actually, I didn’t measure the thread.)
Here’s the palette I used…
His face is all threads so it’s smoother.
The chicken wire is quilted with my favorite silver thread, Fil-tec.
After I helped my friend Neani submit her quilt entry to Sacred Threads 2019, she challenged me to make and submit a quilt as well. The deadline was less than two months away! I took on the challenge!
I had been thinking about making a portrait quilt of my Dad.
I already had the perfect photo. But I had never made a portrait quilt. I
enlarged the photo, made a pattern, then another pattern, until I was
satisfied. I auditioned fabrics from my stash and found this wonderful gradated
fabric with enough tones to work.
The project took on a life of its own as I selected, cut and
fused the fabrics. My dad as a young man emerged. Then I started adding thread.
Working a bit each day, I watched as he was transformed into the older man he
was. His own shirts added the final touches.
The quilt was accepted at Sacred Threads and was on display
there during the month of July. The following paragraph is adapted from the
text used in the exhibition book.
My dad has been an inspiration to many. Over the past few
years of his 95 he developed dementia. Even so he still taught his family and
caregivers so many lessons. This quilt is based on a photograph taken just
after a haircut last year. His smile is lively and bright! I wanted to capture
his spirit in fabric. After I started the portrait, Dad developed pneumonia and
passed on surrounded by his children. We are sad to let him go but happy he is
at peace and reunited with our mom. Serendipitously, purple is the color for
I received a wonderful comment from someone who saw Dad’s portrait at Sacred Threads. I have no idea who wrote this. It really means a lot to me. I am grateful for the person who gave me this gift.
“I love his eyes, I feel they tell me some of who he was. Kindness
and understanding and love, that is what I see. I lost both of my parents,
first my Mom, to Alzheimers. When Dad passed I was surprised to also grieve
again for my Mom. It was as if with him still alive, a part of her was still
here. Thank You!”
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday! There’s no stress–I didn’t cook. There’s no cleanup either–we ate at a church dinner. We had a relaxing time catching up with the neighbors and just spending time together.
With my extra time on Thanksgiving Day I finished a baby quilt. The shower is next weekend so no last minute panic!
Today I spent some time putting a few items in my Etsy shop, JoansPatches. Seemed like the thing to do on “Black Friday” instead of fighting the crowds at the shopping mall. I’m hoping to add a few more this weekend.
This morning I was thinking about what to make for a potluck this afternoon. Celery salad popped into my mind. Never had it, never heard of it, but why not. Checked with Mr. Google to see what’s been done before. Not seeing exactly what I had in mind, I just made one up. Gil and I both like it. We’ll see what the others think in a few hours.
Here’s the recipe, simple and easy:
- 4 cups thinly sliced celery and celery leaves
- 1 Tablespoon thinly sliced, chopped onion
- 2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
- 1 Tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
- Salt, to taste
- Freshly ground pepper, to taste
Mix well and serve.
Update–I think they liked it!
Recently we had visitors of our favorite kind—children and grandchildren. It was too short but a lovely time. Since then, I’ve reflected on some of our conversations. I’m musing about childhood myths.
Over the years, I’ve heard remarks that are clearly, to me, myths. My children may differ in opinion.
I’ve heard remarks like—
- You made me eat a whole plate of (insert least favorite food here).
- You never let me (insert go to a concert, go to the beach, watch favorite program, stay out late, etc.).
- You don’t like my friends.
- I always had to do chores.
- You always yell at me.
- You guys are so square! (actually, this one is true)
- You’re ruining my life!
“Always” and “never” are often a part of the statement.
I’m wondering now—what myths did I throw at my parents? I think at least some were the same. I’m also wondering—do our children hear the same myths, or will they?
There are several babies on the way in our family, so I’ve started making some baby quilts. I tried several new techniques on this one. I pieced the triangles on the serger instead of the sewing machine. It went together quickly and should add to the durability of the quilt. Then I quilted using special rulers and a ruler foot, with two different sewing machines. There’s quite a learning curve to using the rulers!
When it came time to bind the quilt, I could not find the binding I had originally cut. So I found coordinating solid fabrics and tried the faux piping method of binding. I think it looks much better than what I had planned!
My newest sewing machine has an embroidery function that can be used for quilting. I’ve done some experimenting with that feature. Today I practiced on a quilt for Hospice Caring, to give to one of the campers at bereavement camp later this year. The top was made and layered with batting and backing and was ready to quilt. I made some calculations, found a design that was close to the right size, and adjusted it to fit. Getting the quilt hooped correctly took some time, and I had to do it 20 times! Not sure I got any better at it! The stitching was pretty easy–just watch and listen for problems, like running out of thread. It was fun and it’s done. The pattern shows up best on the back.