Archives for the month of: May, 2015

Happy birthday to my globe-trotting brother! Remembering his positive response to a Dresden Plate block he’d seen on my design wall, I made a toss pillow cover for him! 

 

French seam flange and envelope back not pictured. The center is a yoyo turned upside down, and the spider web stitches were a fun experiment! Best of all, he loved it!

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Oh my… This blog has not been touched in sooooo long! I have my reasons, of course:  intensity at work, pregnancy exhaustion, first year of marriage hiccups, life in general. But my favorite reason is because the projects I’ve been working on have been so time consuming, and having given myself a few months on each, I am only now beginning to complete them!
  

Meet Chocolate Milk. He is the constant companion and security object of a favorite little friend of mine. He’s been around for a bit, and the child’s parents have searched for years for a suitable backup, should anything ever happen to him. Sadly, he was purchased from a nondescript drug store, and his origins are completely untraceable. But Mom had an idea:  why not just make a duplicate? She went to great lengths to find the perfect fabric, finally locating it at a shop near her hometown in Canada (we live in the American South!) Only one problem:  Mom was way out of her depth in attempting the project.

Of course, when asking me, she offered to pay, but with an idea about the challenges ahead, I refused. Instead, I came over one evening to play, making a game out of taking measurements and notes, even a short video, noting the unexpectedly high number of seams and pieces visible only under closest inspection. Y. I. K. E. S. I didn’t count the seams or pieces. I didn’t want to psych myself out.

  

     
I am so thankful I did not count the hours of calculations, sketches, hand-stitches, fudges, declarations of “I am genetically gifted with my granddaddy’s engineering precision!” and moments of “I give up, so this will have to be good enough!” All that melted away when she opened the package to find her friend, holding it tight and snuggling her face into its neck.

This little summary really doesn’t do justice to the care, thought, and emotion of the project, but that’s okay. It’s the way with anything lovingly homemade. There is this sweetness and satisfaction and joy in pouring yourself into something while carrying a person in your heart, such that the making is part of the giving and the pleasure of the recipient is only part of that delight. I enjoyed the challenge, but my sweet little friend made the challenge worth it. I’m so thankful for her presence in my life, and so thankful to be able to give her what no one else could. What a tremendous honor and pleasure!
But NO! I will not be doing this again any time soon! 😉