23 Years...

Today Henry and I wrap up 23 years of pre-collegiate education with our children.  Not counting, pre-school, we have had a rotation of our five kids in school.  Our youngest, Johanna, is graduating from high school today.  It is sweet to see her launch on her promising future.

What an irony, though, as we have been getting house ready for the celebration of this milestone for our family, I have been contemplating how our thinking has morphed.  I remember the days when we first became parents that every trip "to town" meant hauling all the necessities to the house....diapers, toys, clothes, groceries (oh, the GROCERIES!)  Now I think about how to best get the kids to take their stuff with them, how to de-clutter a lifetime of collecting and make it meaningful to collect enough that the kids can enjoy the memories of their childhood and yet not so much stuff that it overwhelms them.

Remembering Cindy...Part #4: Her Tradition of Passing on Love

As the second day sped past, the work on the three quilts got very focused and was down to tasks that could only be handled in smaller groups.   Therese had made teddy bears from some polo shirts before the event and got the cousins going on a teddy bear project.  Like everything else during the weekend, no one really knew these to be tough projects because we just presented them as something fun to do.  And in a matter of a few hours, teddy bears started emerging from shirts.  More teddy bears were cut to go home and grow into fully cuddle-able bears for other cousins.

Remembering Cindy...Part #3: Free to Be Cindy

In the quilt for Cindy's son, we all experienced what it was to be free to be Cindy.  A hard working and studious student, farm girl and employee, Cindy's diligence was admirable.  She was dependable and quiet about her diligence.  However, it was clearly obvious in all that she did.  People tend to worry about hard-workers, thinking their diligence could be their undoing.  Yet, just as she was diligent, this woman knew how to be free to be Cindy!  She embraced choices and lived abundantly.  Work was work and fun was fun.  And even for Cindy work could be fun. 

Remembering Cindy...Part #2: A Life of Practical and Pretty

First off, I need to point out that while our extended family appreciates the enjoyment we have with quilting and sewing, for themselves, sewing tends to mean mending.   All members of the family own sewing machines.  This event was for many of them their first quilting venture and their sewing machines (and them) would never be the same.  Armed with an earnestness to honor their sister’s memory and create a loving quilt-hug for Keith and their children, my sisters-in-law, mother-in-law and several nieces and nephews joined in this two day adventure. 

Remembering Cindy...Part #1: A Life Sparkled with Color

One king-sized denim quilt, one king sized t-shirt quilt, one queen sized pieced shirt quilt, five fleece throws, several teddy bears, pillowcases and a weekend of exhausting joy….

Four years ago, my husband's sister, Cindy was killed in an automobile accident.  Survived by her husband and two young children, Cindy left a legacy of love and kindness for all who knew her.  After her death, Cindy’s sisters helped to move and store her clothing with plans to make quilts for her family when they were able.  Being from a very resourceful family, my sisters-in-law wanted to make something for Cindy's children from her clothing.

My Mother's Day Card to Our Children

Mother's Day brings its share of hype and attention as per the greeting card makers, florists and about every other marketing entity that can attach to it.   For some this is a day of true recognition.  Some stand in front of the cards trying to find the card that says not too much, not too little and even the attempts to say it all over the top can cause even such a minor gesture to be emotionally revealing.

A good friend of mine has always been challenged by her relationship with her mother.  She often will say,  "THIS is just one day.  THIS is just one day.....just one day."

More Flip Flap...!

These were actually the first Flip Flap bags that I made.  I al

Afternoon Sewing with Therese

Every now and again, Therese and I will escape for a bit of sewing.  Usually we work in parallel worlds but are pretty quiet.  This particular afternoon, we retreated to my sewing room where we explored the Fight Like a Girl fabric in the Flip Flap bags. 

A great feature on the Flip Flap bag are two secret pockets which are a perfect fit for a cell phone, notepad, etc.  With many bags I own, they have great pockets but many are so big that when I slip my cell phone in, I have to go digging.  The pocket on these bags are a perfect size that don’t require me reaching in up to my elbow to find the little ringing devil.

When it Rained Buttons

 Recently, I was able to help our daughter Monica dress her craft room.  Her huge collection of buttons of all sizes and shapes took up a very large glass vase.   In fact it was so heavy, I never imagined it could ever move off that shelf.

Monica went to tightly close the door to the room.  The door, on the same wall as the shelf, sent a vibration through the wall and shook that shelf enough to pitch the vase of buttons off the shelf.   The vase went tumbling off and fell atop Monica's Bernina 830.  Buttons splayed EVERYWHERE.

Why Be So Tough on Yourself?

Recently, when sewing with friends, I got a little lax on basting a quilt.  I skipped a whole section because I didn't want to walk across the room and get more pins.  I went and started quilting this section first.  Of course, it bunched up on me and the back was all twisted up.  It looked something like sewing your homework into the back of a quilt (for those of you non-sewers).  Traditionally, sewers will seam rip.  That would have taken me about three hours for the 20 minutes of wreckage I'd created.  So, I just went for option B....just cut a row off the quilt.  And none too neatly, I might add.  My sewing friends were shocked.  WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT QUILT?  I am just making it a row smaller.  Me thinks it was too big anyway!
And my mama called me lazy....I am just resourceful.
All the Best to You...jill

Too Grown Up for Easter Baskets

Easter is my favorite holiday of the year.  I love all of Easter but mostly because it is incredibly simple.  When our kids were younger, I would usually start making Easter dresses on Good Friday.   Now, I know that doesn't sound simple, but doing this at the last minute oft forced me to do things simply and efficiently.   Unless you are a sewer, you might not understand this.  But, for me sewing is a way of collecting my thoughts and sharing my love.  So, pulling together outfits in a matter of a few days is a very loving act for me.  Imagine how much energy some people put into preparing a meal for a family get-together, that is akin to what I do as a sewer.  While I always had good intentions of finishing up sewing well before, it never seemed to happen as smoothly as pulling together dresses for the girls and matching ties for the boys.   The boys will likely never forgive me for some of the things they wore but usually by the time they were ready "to go", they'd had an Easter egg fight and had eaten an ample helping of jelly beans and chocolate and were in different clothes for family visits. 

Monica's Craft Room

 Our oldest daughter Monica lives in Detroit.  Like her siblings, she has sewn most of her life.  Her first sewing project was a mitten for her thumb.  She was trying to quit sucking her thumb.  She did great during the days but struggled with the habit in the nighttime.  Her idea to make a mitten to cover her thumb was augmented with having to pin the mitten to her pajama sleeve.  After a while the hand-sewn thumb mitten truly disintegrated into shreds.  Of course, over time, Monica battled the habit away.