At home. . . it quilts

So I thought and thought.
the Farmer and I talked and talked.
This is the result . . .

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Open the door and
It is a Project Studio aka My Space.

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I can quilt, read, pray, eat, play silly games on the ipad….

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I can press the fabric flat and cut out block pieces…..

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My current project – love the 30’s designs.

Scavenger Hunt Sunday, March 19, a day late

This is my first time joining the Scavenger Hunt. I commented on Andrea Dawn’s pictures  ‘if I were brave enough;’ that sparked a post joining with Five Minute Friday(also late). So I’m putting on my bravery mask and cape and sharing some pictures I’ve taken during the past year, Maybe I’ll have current ones in the future.

Vintage

My 1935 Singer Sewing Machine a gift from my husband, the Farmer.

Word or Quote

I crossed stitched this years ago, it sits above the sewing machine.

Nature’s own

You would find this in my Mother-in-law’s garden, August, 2010

People

My grandsons crowding and listening, I love this picture.

Photographer’s Choice

What I saw one morning looking out my front door.


     If you enjoy interpretation of words through pictures:                                   go here  —  Ashley’s blog

At Grandma Crain’s

I spent a week this spring staying with Grandma Crain while Shirley and William went on vacation. I always take a lot of  projects that have been sitting around a while, because I know I’ll not be distracted by life while I’m staying there. Life doesn’t intrude here. There is a doctor’s appt occasionally and the need for food, church once a week,  garden club meeting once a month, but that is about all if you’re Grandma Crain, and when you stay with Grandma: you are on her schedule.

Grandma’s schedule: Up about 7:oo, breakfast, devotions, some hand work (embroidery or crochet, mending by hand), get the newspaper and read it, a little gardening, lunch, nap/reading time, get the mail and read it, more hand work and gardening and reading, supper, more hand work or reading, 6:30 get ready for bed, about 7:00 lights out in the master bedroom.

So I have much time during the day and the long quiet evenings to catch up on UFP’s. (unfinished projects) This is where I worked on the quilt projects:

Grandma’s is a two acre plot of ground on a pot-holed paved lane off a main road outside of Redding, CA. The front half of property is developed with circle driveway in front of a 3 bedroom 2 bath ranch style home. Sounds fairly normal, right—but you’d be wrong. It is hard to describe the Flower Garden, Grandma’s on going project of almost 32 years.

I’ll try to give a small picture tour of what I saw this spring, March, 2011.

This is the view east from the front porch.

From here I walked down the driveway to left, back up right side, then to  behind master bedroom, the back garden and undeveloped area, flowers by the side patio door and the humming birds at the feeder.

The pictures got a little mixed up in the uploading, sorry. As you can see Spring is here. If I went back this month and took more pictures the flowers would be different and more plenteous. Each month more and different flowers to always have fresh flowers for church arrangements.  Yes, every Saturday flowers are picked and made into 4 bud vase size arrangements and one large arrangement placed in front of the stage.

I always enjoy staying at Grandma Crain’s, there is a peaceful serenity here where life doesn’t find a place to intrude.

Published in: on April 10, 2011 at 4:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

Just a Little Oil, Please

Yes this is the presser foot that is attached to my Singer Featherweight sewing machine. You wouldn’t think that an item that small would be the object of frustration, well, it was. Ideally, you press on that shiny bar and the machine starts sewing. Not this one, it stalled, it caught, it hesitated, it started and then wouldn’t stop.  I could tell what was suppose to happen; on the bottom side there are little slots that the little prongs are to slide through to allow contact with something inside to make the machine sew. The little prongs were not sliding, but catching, or not going through at all. After three sessions trying to sew and becoming more frustrated (mechanical I am not)


I thought of asking Elmer to look at the presser foot, I was in the middle of a project with a nearing deadline. I hesitated because sometimes the cure is long and drawn out as only a perfectionist can make it, but the sewing was not going well at all  I took the foot to the workshop sea crate and showed Elmer the problem, saying he had about an half hour to fix it. I left, I heard a little grinding then silence. In about 10 minutes I had the foot back, “ I oiled it. I don’t think there is any extra oil to get on the floor.”

I finished making the meatloaf, put it in the oven and went back to my project.  That little foot stopped it grumbling and grouching, stopped its complaining and trying to rush ahead with out any direction. Just a little oil from one who knew what things  need to make them work smoothly.

I finished my project, I thanked my husband. I began to think sometimes I’m like that little presser foot without the blessing of the oil of the Spirit on my attitude. One my favorites from  “Streams in the Desert” February 1 devotion states:

“My child, I have a message for you today; let me whisper it in your ear, that it may gild wit glory any storm clouds which may arise, and smooth the rough places upon which you have to tread. It is short, only five words, but let them sink into your inmost soul; use them as a pillow upon which to rest your weary head,

This thing is from ME.

This day I place in your hand this pot of holy oil. Make use of it free, my child. Let every circumstance that arises, every word that pains you, every interruption that would make you impatient, every revelation of your weakness be anointed with it. The sting will go as you learn to see ME in all things.   Laura A Barter Snow”(1st and last paragraphs)

I know that every time I get out that little black sewing machine and put its presser foot on the floor two things will happen: one, I’ll again be thankful Elmer oiled the presser foot and  two, I’ll check, am I oiled with that holy oil of God’s strength and grace?

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 2Corinthians  12:9

FLag Quilt Wall Hanging

On January 2 I signed up with a quilt group doing a series of small to medium sized quilts using the fabrics from designer Kaye England. I have many of Kaye England’s books and patterns, I love her stuff. I have even taken a class given by her. She makes quilting fun.

The third Saturday of the month I’m to go to Quilter’s Corner, a local quilt shop, and view, get instructions, purchase the kit and eat a goodie. This 3rd Saturday I was in Redding and a 98 year old birthday girl’s party, so 4th Sunday I was at the shop to get my kit, a flag wall hanging, 13″x19″, in red, cream, and blue.

On January 19, I met with my good friend, Shirley and my Singer Featherweight sewing machine, at her house and we both cut out, pieced, and sandwiched our wall hangings. Now the flags are ready to be quilted next week.

I’m thinking I will quilt in the ditch for the stripes,  a simple cross-hatch in the borders and sew shiny star buttons on the blue piece.

Don’t you wish you could have joined us?

The recipe for the goodies served is for

Peanut Butter and Jelly Bars

3 cups flour, 1 cup sugar, 1 1/2 tsp baking powder, 2 sticks butter softened, 1/2 cup peanut butter crunchy, 2 slightly beten eggs 1 cup grape jam ( or your favorite flavor.

Combine all dry ingredients, cut in the butter and peanut butter until coarse like meal. Mix in eggs and stir well. Press half of the mixture in a greased 9×13 pan, spread all the jelly and crumble the remaining dough over the top. Bake at 375 degrees for 30 minutes.  ( I haven’t tried it)

Published in: on January 20, 2011 at 12:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Old Paths and An Old Sewing Machine

This afternoon I sat down for the first time with a 1930-35 Singer Featherweight Sewing machine, a Christmas present from my husband. It is a simple machine – beautiful to me for its simplicity. It sews forward and reverse with just a flip of a lever: down for forward and up for reverse. It came with assorted feet for different sewing techniques; I could identify a rufflier, a zipper foot , and narrow turn hemmer and some feet I’ve never seen before.
As I began to wind the bobbin and thread the machine; I thought of how many women, yea, men who have gone through these same motions, over this, through that , thread goes from right to left through the needle’s eye.
I wondered:
How many miles of thread have flowed through the needle’s eye
Of the hands guiding fabric under the presser foot
Of the items created wedding dresses, aprons, pillow cases, baby clothes, work shirts, school clothes, Sunday best and, of course, quilts
Of the piles and piles of mending
Of the seamstress….what were her thoughts joy, anticipation, grief, weariness?
Did she pray for the ones wearing the clothing?
Did she sing songs of joy?
Did she sew through her tears?

The phrase from the Bible “the old paths” came to mind and I found it in Jeremiah 6:16
Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk therein.

The old paths        The good way

Many times I check Clarke’s Commentary with this verse I found this:
There is an excellent sermon on these words in the works of our first poet, Geoffrey Chaucer; it is among the Canterbury Tales, and is called Chaucer’s Tale. The text, I find, was read by him as it appears in my old MS. Bible: – Standith upon weies and seeth, and asketh of the olde pathes; What is the good weie? and goth in it, and gee schul fynden refreschimg to your soulis. The soul needs rest; it can only find this by walking in the good way. The good way is that which has been trodden by the saints from the beginning: it is the old way, the way of faith and holiness. Believe, Love, Obey; be holy, and be happy. This is the way; let us inquire for it, and walk in it. But these bad people said, We will not walk in it. Then they took another way, walked over the precipice, and fell into the bottomless pit; where, instead of rest, they find: – – a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulfur, unconsumed.

I remembered family and friends who walked in the old paths, who walked in the good way and remembered being encouraged and blessed by their examples.

As I continued to sew my little project of binding Christmas placemats recycled from a table runner purchased from the thrift shop – I set myself to add to the miles of thread and cloth guided under the presser foot and to follow those gone before on the old paths.

Published in: on December 19, 2010 at 6:40 pm  Leave a Comment  
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