I found these yo-yos in a thrift store many years ago. They were in the bottom of a box, some barely held together by a single strand of thread. It was a miracle they all survived. I think they are 30's to 50's fabrics. Some are less than an inch and some are more. And I do believe they have been washed. Or perhaps just shriveled with age. I thought they were beautiful. I wrapped them in the fabric I would use to back them and put them away. They were lost again and then forgotten for years. Last week I was looking in a bin for something and there they were. Just as elated ( actually more) I stopped what I was doing and put them onto some grudge fabric, quilted it, and put the binding on. I look at them and of course wonder about the maker. They are possibly made from old clothes so they really have a story or many stories to tell. I wish I could hear them.
A day spent quilting is a good day, but a life spent quilting is a good life.
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Monday, September 7, 2020
NEW FRIENDS
"So what's new? Same old thing."
"Does this dress make my butt look big?"
" I think I'm allergic to strawberries"
" I think stripe stockings are the new trend"
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
FINISHED WORK
Well, not exactly as I have to put a facing on. This is a 2 year old project that I really wanted to finish mainly to quilt all those little pebbles on it. It is a Denise Schmidt pattern from an early book. I love hand applique so this fits the bill.
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