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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

20 years in the Life of a Well Loved Quilt!

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In 1994 we moved from Payette, Idaho to Burley, Idaho.

Eldest son Jason was 10, his brother Jeff was 4. I was 32.

I was SO excited about this house –it was built in 1914, we had photographs of it when it was just a new house on a new street in a little Idaho town.

As with previous moves, my stash came WITH me – and in an effort to start organizing and using scraps I started a quilt that was going to fit our bed.

It took me about a year to piece the blocks for this quilt, every scrap I could get my hands on was cut into 1.5” widths and in early Bonnie Hunter fashion, was sorted into one of two categories….Color or Neutral.  Very light or dark.  Foreground or background.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Please Don’t Feed the QUILTER!!

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Yes, I know this says Don’t Feed the ANIMALS…but that’s just because someone hasn’t as of yet made a sign that says “Keep Calm and Don’t Feed the QUILTER!”

It’s nearly the same thing really ---

The way we ravenously gather up all the fabric during a fat-quarter sale, or in my case, squirrel away every spare morsel of scrap fabric just because it might be useful somewhere in some project some day.

Happy Birthday Olfa! And the Winner is ----


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We had 994 entries for our Olfa 35th anniversary giveaway!

I LOVED reading the stories that came in through the comments on how you first encountered the wonder of the rotary cutter.

I can’t live without my rotary cutter, I use it every day.

This morning when I went to use the random number generator --- can you believe it took me FIVE tries to find someone who had left their contact info??

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Ruth Kay, Star Struck & the Singer 227M!


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This is a picture of my Singer 227 M, a basic little wonder machine made in Italy in the 1960s.

It came off of an ad on Craigslist for $50.00 ---I removed the motor, and popped her into a treadle cabinet.  She sews great!

We don’t see a lot of 227 M’s out there…and when a question comes along, I try to answer as best as I can.

Carol and her Quilts

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A couple of weeks ago I shared the story of Susan, and how she quilted a last quilt that was pieced by her friend Carol.

The story has touched so many hearts, that another of Carol’s friends has put together a slide show of Carol’s quilts to share as a tribute, and I am honored to share them with you today.

You should have seen the emails flying!  This is what friends do!

If you missed the original post and story, you can find it HERE.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Clean the Fridge Night!

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The last day at the cabin is reserved for  leftover clean up and clean out!

Do you do that?

My mom was always very good about having one night a week where ALL the leftovers came out of the fridge and meals were made from what was left behind.

There may have only been a couple of servings of leftover baked beans, or some left over potato salad --- maybe one ear of corn on the cob, some leftover meat loaf.

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It’s still raining.

61 degrees outside  mid-July and it’s still raining.  Not a raging thunderstorm with heavy, pelting rains and wind and the worries that brings, but a gentle refreshing rain that was bliss to sleep to with windows open, the fresh mountain air caressing everything it touches.

We stayed up late sewing and talking last night…..I can’t believe I slept til past 7:30am.  I just don’t usually do this!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Rainy Day Sewing!

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It started to rain this morning.

It has not let up yet!

While no hiking or fitbit-step counting happened today due to the rather wet stuff falling from the sky, we also realized it gave us a legitimate excuse to just hunker down and sew!

Chigger Bait on the Blue Ridge!

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It has been the joke over the past month or so that as we were gearing up for this Quilt-Villa-a-thon, we were going to do EVERYTHING we could this year to keep those chiggers at bay.

Chiggers are the bane of our summer existence up here on the mountain – a nearly unavoidable curse, and we are always trying to out-smart them.