Wheelinsticks

I picked up this gal in a fairly sketchy neighborhood about an hour from home. I got lost several times along the way, and my phone wouldn't charge fast enough to point me in the right direction. I have been through areas where stopping is a not before. But I was SCARED and wanted to get the hey out of dodge as fast as I could. I barely looked at the machine before paying the man and leaving. Now the machine is mid 1930's and according to the seller it sat at Gram's house for a load of years. Based on the smell and the peeling paper, she sat somewhere unwanted for quite awhile. After struggling to carry Miss Hefty into the house, I inspected her a little closer. She is a 101 the precursor to the Cadillac "201". Now let me say I have never sewn on a 201, so I don't judge. Maybe this should have been considered a Caddy, too. This one stitches the prettiest stitch. Don't mind the puckering, it hasn't been pressed yet. She is quiet, but she ...

Whew!!!! I am caught up. Yeah. I was about halfway through the purple 4-patches at the beginning of the week. Sewed up the rest of those of Monday. Tuesday was a day of cutting and cutting. Last night I did some sewing. All of part 5 and half of part 4. Tonight everything is sewn and pressed. I have a lot to go back and trim, but hey there is another day for that. So many pieces all tidy in clips. So wonderful just to get this far. I don't count how many altogether, I just don't care enough to know. Tomorrow will bring part 6 wonder what Bonnie has in store? Something green and yellow perhaps?

For us Christmas comes and goes in a fury. We celebrate on Christmas Eve that way the kids can visit the rest of the families on Christmas Day. Then, we spend the day enjoying a quiet restful day. We will eat Chinese food and possibly go to the movies. Our Christmas tradition. I hope everyone is enjoying their time with the family. I plan to do some slow stitching while I hang out with the hubs and fur babies.

Whew what a weekend! I got caught in the icy conditions on Friday night. I ended up giving up on the idea of making it home and booked a room for the night. Hugh!! I got home Saturday and decided I needed some crafting therapy. I cut my strips for part 3 on En Provence. I sewed my strips together a light purple and a dark purple. How quickly they stitch up. Sunday I went to do my subcuts. Cut the first one at 2 inches. Humm... something doesn't seem right. Cut another! No! This can't be right. They are not square. I went to check the directions -  oh no !!! I cut my strips at 2 1/2 instead of 2 inches. Great! Well, when life gives you lemons - you know the rest. I thought well I have 2 baby quilts to make. Maybe I should use those for that. But my dilemma was I was trying to stick to "stash" for the mystery. A 107 blocks later I'm feeling really remorseful. Should I trim and call it a day or just start over?  I asked my quilting friends over on Facebook. ...

Changes.... change is something I dislike a lot. Change is something that can be good and needed for everyone to grow and continue to be apart of the world. Having roamed for a little more than 50 years I have seen a lot of change of over time. I have changed overtime. My hubster would say I have mellowed in time; I think not. My craft process is always a welcoming change. I think I have at least tried most of the crafts out there by now. There are some that I can definitely leave off the list. Then, there are those that I LOVE. Sewing as a little girl made my mom;s heart sing. I remember sewing shorts and little simple tops on my mom's White and the beautiful stuffed doll my grandmother made for me - she was a Singer gal. In the past several years I have started collecting and find myself with both. My White treadle sit in the living room with a Singer 128 hand crank on top. I love these machines for the simplicity if them. I can take them outside and not worry about hooking up...