Christmas 2009
Mom's quilt
The Budfather's "H" quilt
Wicket and AB's matching quilts
One of eleven jellyroll quilts I made as Christmas gifts.
Mom's quilt
The Budfather's "H" quilt
Wicket and AB's matching quilts
One of eleven jellyroll quilts I made as Christmas gifts.
December 2008
With Keith going to Iraq, it seemed only appropriate to give his family something to snuggle with until their daddy/husband came home.
Here is Rachel with her blanket. If you look carefully you can see the occasional flower quilted into the blue panels.
Elizabeth's toe-eating frog quilt
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Donna's floral nine-patch.
Zack, my nephew's EKU quilt.
In other quilting type projects, I beaded and partially quilted a tree skirt.
I also made new stockings and hand beaded the snowflakes on them. Steve insisted his be red....
Of course the puppies couldn't be left out:
With Keith going to Iraq, it seemed only appropriate to give his family something to snuggle with until their daddy/husband came home.
Here is Rachel with her blanket. If you look carefully you can see the occasional flower quilted into the blue panels.
Elizabeth's toe-eating frog quilt
.Donna's floral nine-patch.
Zack, my nephew's EKU quilt.
In other quilting type projects, I beaded and partially quilted a tree skirt.
I also made new stockings and hand beaded the snowflakes on them. Steve insisted his be red....
Of course the puppies couldn't be left out:
April 2008
Some months ago, my beloved Grandmother Hardiman gave me her quilting frame. As a child, I'd watched her spend many an evening over this frame, lovingly hand quilting piece after piece.
Macular degeneration has taken her eyesight now so that she no longer plies her needle as she once did.
I never thought I'd be a quilter, but I was wrong. Lupus and its varied and sundry methods of torture have taken all my vocations from me and most of my avocations, however quilting seemed something I could do, so I began.
The first quilt I made was for my son, Sam. We almost called it the Scarlett O'Hara quilt, as I made it from the curtains that had hung in his room for a decade. A tiger fan, I made the curtains many years ago from a tiger print with a hunter green background. Adding batting between the layers and making a "tie quilt" from it proved quite easy once I questioned my grandmother and my wonderful Aunt Leslie, the Quilting Guru.
Some months ago, my beloved Grandmother Hardiman gave me her quilting frame. As a child, I'd watched her spend many an evening over this frame, lovingly hand quilting piece after piece.
Macular degeneration has taken her eyesight now so that she no longer plies her needle as she once did.
I never thought I'd be a quilter, but I was wrong. Lupus and its varied and sundry methods of torture have taken all my vocations from me and most of my avocations, however quilting seemed something I could do, so I began.
The first quilt I made was for my son, Sam. We almost called it the Scarlett O'Hara quilt, as I made it from the curtains that had hung in his room for a decade. A tiger fan, I made the curtains many years ago from a tiger print with a hunter green background. Adding batting between the layers and making a "tie quilt" from it proved quite easy once I questioned my grandmother and my wonderful Aunt Leslie, the Quilting Guru.
If you look very carefully, you can see pieces of suede thread every four inches, which holds the front, back, and batting together on Sam's "Tiger Quilt".
The next quilt I made was for my brother, Keith. I made my squares of the US Navy seal print I'd found, and I lovingly quilted several panels, careful to be as meticulous with tiny stitches as I'd always seen my Grandmother Hardiman be.
Oops.
It seems I should have sewn the panels together and THEN quilted. However, Aunt Leslie literally came to the rescue, coming all the way from North Carolina to show me how to make a "ragged" quilt from it. I sewed the panels together, then took a special pair of scissors called "ragging shears" and cut the exposed edges. As the piece is washed, they will intertwine and get ragged in together, making it all soft and cuddly.
And matching pillow
The next quilt I made was for my brother, Keith. I made my squares of the US Navy seal print I'd found, and I lovingly quilted several panels, careful to be as meticulous with tiny stitches as I'd always seen my Grandmother Hardiman be.
Oops.
It seems I should have sewn the panels together and THEN quilted. However, Aunt Leslie literally came to the rescue, coming all the way from North Carolina to show me how to make a "ragged" quilt from it. I sewed the panels together, then took a special pair of scissors called "ragging shears" and cut the exposed edges. As the piece is washed, they will intertwine and get ragged in together, making it all soft and cuddly.
And matching pillow
Yes, I know he's ours, but isn't he handsome? I couldn't be more proud of him, as a military man who has been to war, a father, and a husband. He watches over his sisters and is quite frankly, terrific. I'll stop there, as I'll embarrass him if I go on further.
Next, I began piecing a block quilt of cats for my daughter which is awaiting its border and final edge quilting to be done. I also began a quilt for my oldest son, who is studying abroad in Japan. It is a black and blue bow tie quilt.
I will post those photos once the pieces are complete.
I took a paper piecing class (ugh) because I was bound and determined to know how to do it, and fortunately was able to finish the block and make a pillow for my son to take to Japan with him this past week.
Next, I began piecing a block quilt of cats for my daughter which is awaiting its border and final edge quilting to be done. I also began a quilt for my oldest son, who is studying abroad in Japan. It is a black and blue bow tie quilt.
I will post those photos once the pieces are complete.
I took a paper piecing class (ugh) because I was bound and determined to know how to do it, and fortunately was able to finish the block and make a pillow for my son to take to Japan with him this past week.
The quilting isn't quite as small and neat as I would like, but I only had four days to quilt it, put the sash on and finish it before he left for Japan. I wanted him to have this little piece of home, the scent of his mama, just in case he got lonely, though from what I hear, *that* isn't an issue. Yes, he's mine, but he is Tall, Dark and Very Handsome.
I have three floral wall panels nearly finished, a quilt nearly pieced, one quilt to bind and do finish hand work on, and Steven's big quilt to finish hand quilting. That's plenty for the moment, though I have my next two quilts planned out in my head. Aunt Leslie says she always has her next pieces planned out, so this makes me feel good about it.
This is a wall hanging from a series of florals that included one for each month for a year. June's roses appealed to me. As you see, Aunt Leslie, I finally attempted the binding. Not perfect, but on.
I have three floral wall panels nearly finished, a quilt nearly pieced, one quilt to bind and do finish hand work on, and Steven's big quilt to finish hand quilting. That's plenty for the moment, though I have my next two quilts planned out in my head. Aunt Leslie says she always has her next pieces planned out, so this makes me feel good about it.
This is a wall hanging from a series of florals that included one for each month for a year. June's roses appealed to me. As you see, Aunt Leslie, I finally attempted the binding. Not perfect, but on.
