Monday, 18 March 2019

The green bag

My current projects have been housed in a Christmas themed project bag since, well, Christmas. It was past time for the next seasonal bag.

Anticipating spring, I decided I wanted this one to be green, but not Christmas green.

The size of the last big bucket bag seemed useful so I basically repeated the measurements. It was a happy find to locate enough green cord to finish this bag, although the supply needs to be replenished.

This bag has one less row of patchwork than the Christmas one
so the main green fabric has more of a leading role.

I love the top rosette.


Done and already filled with a sweater project which just happens to be for next Christmas. Perhaps I should have been knitting instead of sewing.

Connie :)

Friday, 15 March 2019

Final push

Having finally found my sewing table again, I finished up the 'broken dishes' blocks that were partially sewn and did yet another count.

The result was fourteen short of the requried 117 total, not counting, of course, the 100 half square triangles needed for the border. Of those, I have 25 made of the 100 required.

Cut out and paired with a neutral, I was ready for the final push.


Diagonal line drawn and two seams sewn, the next step is cutting and trimming. (Not the favourite task.)




Four pieces together form the block.


117 blocks almost finished, at least ready to be sewn together. The personal challenge or rule was not to repeat a dark colour in the main body of the quilt so it will be interesting to see if that was achieved. There will be some repeats in the sawtooth border.

Hopefully, there will be major work accomplished this weekend.

Connie :)

Thursday, 14 March 2019

Unknown ancestors

One of the very plentiful items in Christine house was photographs. They were stashed in many places and they were of many different people.

Many I recognized, many more I did not.

Hoping for names, I took some framed photos to Christine, she could only tell me they were Prince Edward Island folk.

Unknown ancestors.

However, I am going to claim them as my own. They are obviously long dead and there is little or no hope of figuring out who was who. (I did go down that rabbit hole after visiting PEI a few years ago, without much luck.)

They are lost to me now. It does make one think about how we truly are all related. Who knows where these people were from?  We know McKay was from Scotland, but what about his wife? And what about the notorious Goss who was the father of my grandfather? Nobody really knows (or is telling) about him.

The photos may have come from the house in PEI, but that does not necessarily mean the people were from PEI.

So many questions.

The first three photos are on tin, badly damaged, but amazing images nonetheless. Everyone has healthy pink cheeks! The young girl photo was mounted on board.





The family below was in a rickety little frame. The glass barely covered the photo; however, it looked like the frame had been cared for, updated with silver coloured paint.

I spent a bit of time trying to determine if any of these people looked like the people above, but gave up in the end. Even if one looked like another, I still don't know who they were.


This has motivated me to try to label photos of the people I do know just a little bit more.

Connie :)

Wednesday, 13 March 2019

Catching up

There was no quilting going on while I was in Kimberley so I fell behind on my 52 blocks in 52 weeks project.

As of Sunday, I was caught up. As of the publishing of this post, I am one behind.

Week number 6: Colour me cool


Week number seven: Diamond


Week number eight: Farm lots


The fabrics are scraps, both old and newer, with each block considered individually. (No overall theme)

Connie :)

Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Playing with fire

Having brought home some fabrics from Christine's basement, I was busy washing, ironing, and measuring them.

One particular yardage did not behave like 100% cotton. It made me wonder if there were others that were also a poly-cotton blend.

Time to play with fire.

Pulling out the fabric, I snipped off corners, turned on the stovetop fan and started burning.


These four fabrics contain some polyester. They burnt leaving small little blobs of melted fabric or a melted edge. They were also virtually wrinkle free out of the dryer, unlike the cottons.


These are the cotton fabrics, they burnt more like paper leaving smooth ashy edges.


These four will go into the donate pile. Too bad, because I quite liked them!


These are also a poly cotton blend; however, I do love their retro look and colour and they will make some nice project bags. I think I may be using them.


Connie :)

Monday, 11 March 2019

Sleep

There was a time when I might wake up, stretch, and think, 'what a great sleep'! Falling asleep was immediate and not much interrupted that blissful time.

No more.

Tossing, checking the time, blankets on, blankets off, playing blanket tug-of-war, the night is full of unwelcome activity.

Reading some of the sleep information, it was mentioned more than once that sleeping alone was conducive to a more restful night.

We do not have, nor will ever have, space for two bedrooms.

Perhaps our own blankets?

When we were in Iceland, we stayed at a guest house where the beds were supplied with two smaller, individual blankets instead of one shared blanket. I thought it was a great idea.

Finding good quality duvets and covers on sale, I made the plunge. This past week, after some procrastination, we made the change.


Brad opted for a flannel duvet cover and I found a linen one. (Finally, linen bedcovers!)


Plus we have a new bed. Originally belonging to my sister, this pine sleigh bed is now ours. Hopefully, all this attention to the bed helps with the sleeplessness!

Connie :)

Friday, 8 March 2019

Dinosaur tales

This week it was my turn to plan the weekly play session with children and parents at work. My theme was dinosaurs and happily, most of the work had been done prior to going to Kimberley. I just needed to gather my supplies and games.

Easier said than done.

Wanting dinosaur tails for an obstacle course, I inquired as to the whereabouts of two that the preschool owns. They were in the storage unit which I am unable to access.

Too late to find someone to pull them for me, I decided to make a new one. I rationalized that it should take less time than the first ones as I had already made a pattern (and I had experience).

Two hours later I had a new dinosaur tail.


The floral is from Christine's basement and the blue is from a baby quilt made years ago for a co-worker in Whitecourt. The tail is stuffed with wool roving, also from Christine's basement.


Some children declined the tail; however, those that wore it, wore it with pizzazz and much enthusiasm!

Connie :)