If I click my heels together three times and say "There is no place like home," maybe I can get back to here.
That is me and my family in 1966, give or take.
I did very little but play yesterday....it was great.
I did manage to cut out one of my Patchwork Party blocks.
Remember these? I cut out one block using the Marti Michell templates. There were 65 pieces. It took me about an hour and a half.
The rest of the day was spent eating giant Smash Burgers; buying a new I-phone (supposedly my birthday gift from my husband, but we both know it was because son #3 needed a new one and he wasn't going to get one unless he got my old one.). Today the second half of my gift came - a case from Quilt My Phone. Now Siri will stay nice and warm under an "antique" fan quilt.; eating ice cream from Marble Slab; and designing son #2's high school ring.
Today I must work.....
I've quilted for this customer before....before you pass judgement...she didn't like this quilt either. Those are her granddaughter's clothes. My friend may this quilt by special request.
There has been some speculation of late about making something really beautiful, something that those who inherit our work will be proud of. I'd wager that the owner of this quilt will be thrilled to have it - not because it is a work of art, but because it is a work from her Grandma's heart. Grandma made what was asked for, not what she wanted to make.
That takes a special kind of grace...the kind of grace that gets remembered long after our bones are dust.
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
By Stuart Townend
Jesus Christ is not on the cross.
He is not in the tomb, or buried in the ground.
He is Risen!
And seated at the right hand of God the Father
Interceding for us....all of us who accept his free gift.
May this Easter find you with friends and family, secure in the love of Christ.
I am such a junkie. Life is good and I treated myself to a few new reads.
I really like this one. I may have to rethink my scrap box.
I've been eyeing this one for quite a while. Love it!
After making my In & Out quilt I discovered that this fabric designer has more going on. I had to check out her book.
This one I bought on a whim....hmmm....good idea. Great inspiration!
And just so you know I did something today besides write 11 distracting questions and fold a load of laundry here are a few snaps of some pretties I was working on.
I'm thinking about quilting this in bubbles.
I did a little paper piecing and part of the pattern was backward. I turned my extra piecing into a teeny tiny pin cushion.
I seriously love this mini. I think it needs to hang in the studio....next to big jar of dark chocolate peanut m&ms.