If you get an opportunity to make a satin quilt, say yes. In my case, I got the opportunity to make a baby quilt from a wedding dress. I said Yes! to the Dress. (That line never gets old for me. Sorry.) You can read more about the dress in my last post, Wedding Dress,… Continue reading Quilting Satin: Wedding Dress, Baby! Part 2
What is it about a wedding dress that is so mesmerizing? I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame, and for what? Really, aren't they just a little bit crazy? Blowing your hard-earned cash on a garment that has no place in your weekly outfit rotation seems crazy, crazy. I occasionally watch Say… Continue reading Wedding Dress, Baby!
It used to seem backwards to me that summer is a busy time for quilters. After all, summer is hot; quilts are for cold weather. Summer is for outdoors activity! Winter is for sewing indoors with a nice cup of cocoa. Quilting and summer just don’t go together. Then I became a quilter myself. Now… Continue reading Quilts of Summer
No offense to the late Carrie Fisher, but Princess Leia needed some makeup. It was 1980. I was nine years old, and it was summertime. My sister and I were spending our days with my Aunt Laura while my mom worked. My cousin John – more brother than cousin – was our boon companion, our… Continue reading To Aunt Laura, With Love
Last October I wrote a blog post called Batty Bindings, which had tips for making quilt binding. In the nine months that have passed since then, I have learned a LOT more about binding – in particular, binding by machine. In fact, I've learned enough to know that my previous post was wrong in one… Continue reading Bindings, Revisited
Last week, I struggled mightily with my longarm sewing machine. I don’t know what the problem was. All I know is that the thread tension was bad, and it was impossible to fix. I was so upset, I even dreamed about it! It was the weirdest dream. First, I was a wigwam, then a teepee,… Continue reading Wigwams & Teepees
Many years ago, I discovered the secret to a happy life. Always be tired. At first glance, that doesn’t seem like a secret. And it doesn’t seem like something that would make you happy. In fact, it used to make me very, very, sad. I was confused. No one had told me that being an… Continue reading Fresh Squeezed