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October 22, 2018

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I have so much admiration for quilters! such fiddly work.

Oh, Liz, I like your description "fiddly work". Dudette and Bogie can tell you that I sewed for them and me all of their young lives (and I'll tell you that I've been sewing since 1943), but I've never really enjoyed the sewing, itself. Fiddly work. Yes! However, I have always (well, nearly always) enjoyed having the finished product. My high school, college, and early working days would have found me with an even sparser wardrobe had I not sewn my own. Later, I sewed dresses for my mother and one of her sisters, neither of whom sewed, and even my mother-in-law (who did sew but who worked in their drugstore most of her waking hours) during Hunky Husband's and my first summer - when we lived with his parents. Ah, yes, fiddly work.

My elder brother was fortunate enough to have married an expert seamstress. She made nearly all of his professional business wardrobe as well as all of her own clothes. Sewing was her "thing". She did not consider sewing to be fiddly work.

As to quilting: It's nice to know the kids will have a "security blanket" by which to remember me.

i like Bogie’s quilt! Am partial to blues. Lucky daughters that you are creating quilts for them. Fiddlywork — I like that, too. Maybe I should take up some.

My mother was a master seamstress — quilts, etc al. She could see a dress in a store window, come home and make her own pattern. Word got around and women whose shape didn’t fit their store-bought size, brought them to her to adjust. Years later after she was on her own, then, unfortunately, became,legally blind and more limited in sewing, she made some quilts, but could no longer make traditional patterns and hers were always geometric patterns which she found easier. She had to use her old treadle machine since she was feeling with her fingers, so a electric machine was too fast and dangerous. I always had trouble finding needle threaders for her which she needed and they would break too easily, too. They just weren’t as available then.

When quilting was no longer possible as macular degeneration increasingly allowed only peripheral vision in addition to her other issues, she created unique hooked rugs to keep awake while she listened to her “talking books”. Overflowing with the rugs numbers, she showed one to a local furniture store owner who promptly showcased it under one of his rocking chairs in the store’s window. The rug sold much to her surprise. Subsequently, when she visited whereever we lived I took her rugs to a high-end gift shop is iIn Scottsdale, AZ, later local antique shop here in So Cal, and they readily all sold at prices astounding us both.

I sewed until we moved here and for my daughter when she was little, but just never got back to it. My skills were never honed to the high degree of my mother’s. I was keenly aware of quality workmanship, would become disgruntled with any little flaw I might have, even if not visible. I would work til I was too tired sometimes, wanting to hurry and finish, then become impatient. Mom’s stitching was seldom flawed, but she would finally have to tell me about some of my own — it’s okay, “It will never be seen on a trottin’ horse!”


What a lovely story about your mother, Joared. Thank you for sharing as much as you did. Something that many sewers don't know is that, at least on some electrical machines, the control can be adjusted to provide slower speeds - such as I did when I started my first quilt.

I'm happy that you like Bogie's choice. You have given me the thought of sharing the design from which we started - the "quilt kit" that Bogie had found online.

Your and my mothers would have gotten along. Like you, my sewing (or any other of my handwork) did not really live up to my own standards (mine, most probably, more often than yours). Mom always said that, "No one will see it from a galloping horse."

P.S. During the past 40 years, most of my sewing has been in modifying "store-bought" clothing - either for fit or to make a long-sleeved shirt into a short-sleeved shirt with breast pockets. That sort of thing I can do to my own satisfaction.
P.P.S. One of HH's sisters (the one who is now a pastry chef) taught me to draft patterns while she was in college, heading toward a career in fashion design. That does not mean that I've done a great deal of it.

Wow, that was fast in getting the fabrics! I kind of like the way the medallions work off of each other at the gap - where the differences are slight, but there. And with the separation, I think that would be sharp as a part of the quilt (maybe that is what you have in mind and why it is presented that way?)

That blue does look just a bit off somehow. Try turning it so the pattern goes parallel to the top. I have the feeling that will change how it presents.

Bogie--Please refer to CC's Com Site.

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