Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I've been taking alot of flower pictures. I am going to pick a couple of my favorites and frame them for my bedroom. I'm also working on covering a headboard with fabric. I've covered chairs before but not a headboard so it should be a fun and interesting project.
Here are some close up daisy pictures I took. I've accumulated quite a few flower pictures but still want to take more before I decide which ones to frame. I particularly like the close ups and pictures of flower parts.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
You can see in the pictures below how the backs overlap and tie in a bow. The pattern was fairly easy to put together. It does require a buttonhole under the arm on one side to thread the sash through.
I have made 10 - 15 of these sundresses in all types of combinations from this pattern. Further down are some pictures of two of the ones I made. Their are a couple of different styles that come with the dress. One of them has a border along the hem of a coordinating fabric. And for those who don't smock, their is a style that has a plain bodice instead of a smocked insert. I wish I had pictures of some of the others that are more colorful but you can see from the magazine how cute it looks with the bright fabrics.
This is the other version without the smocking and a collar.
For the front edge of these, instead of lace, I used a rolled hem. The rolled hem adds another handmade touch to the bonnet. All of the items pictured are made from white Imperial Batiste. I like using this fabric for infants because it is so soft next to their skin. The ribbon rosette is just a short piece of ribbon sewn together to form a circle. Then add a gathering stitch along one side and pull up to form a flower. Hand sew it over the edge of the ribbon ties.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
And the winner is...........
Laura Williams said...
Please enter me into the drawing! Thank you!
July 23, 2007 11:31 PM
You have till Friday - 7/27 at 5PM central time to comment. I'll pick a name after that and will email and post the winner.
I'm trying something new and getting on board for the Doggy Days Giveaway sponsored by Rocks in my Dryer and here are the rules if you want to join in.
I'm giving away the dress pictured below. It's a Size 3, reversible sundress with a detachable fabric flower and ribbon ties at the shoulders. Frog print on one side and lime green with white dots on the reversed side. The pattern I used to make this dress is my new ePattern "Annette's Reversible Sundress" recently listed on You Can Make This website.
The winner will be picked from a random drawing Friday, July 27th of all comments on this post. Please, only one comment per person. Even if you don't have a blog, leave an anonymous comment with your first initial, last name. I'll put a post with the winner and then you can email me with your mailing address.
I will cover shipping to anywhere in the US. If you are outside the US and want to participate, I will pay up to $5 towards shipping to get it to you if you should win.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The blue was lined in the stripe fabric.
I used this print on several different patterns. It was also purchased from Hobby Lobby. I lined this one in a lime green. Later I'll post a couple of other outfits made from these two fabrics plus some other scraps I had.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Here are the stacks of t shirts. We separated them into three groups for each quilt. I looked at a couple of sites online to get some general instructions. Here and here are two of the sites.
Since there are a couple of tee shirts with large graphics, we are going to mix up the sizes of the squares. I will try to keep the rows the same size but the squares on each row will be different. This is something new for me so I am hoping it will turn out like we imagine. Per the instructions, we cut one of the t shirts and backed it with medium weight fusible interfacing. Then we cut the piece into a rectangle. I know they are supposed to square but we decided to try it this way.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Anyway, enough about the frustrating flights. The conference was at a beautiful resort hotel called The Phoenician. The area was beautiful and the service great. It was one of the hotels where they turn the bed down and leave chocolates by your pillow. Also they had some great eucalyptus and grapefruit toletries from their spa in the room.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I
take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two
taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same
books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in
their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me
laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and
privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who,
miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food
from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for
the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep
within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of
Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now.
Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling
rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education,
all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things
Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you
flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught
me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the
well-meaning relations -- what they taught me, was that they couldn't
really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, the n
becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it
is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to
positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice
and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2.
When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on
his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my
last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research
on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting
certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to
trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years
ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful books on child
development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants:
average, quiet,and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an
18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat
little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he
developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year
he went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine.
He can walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes
were made. They have all been enshrined in the, "Remember-When- Mom-Did
Hall of Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language,
mine , not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I
arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible
summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the
classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, "What did you
get wrong?". (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at
the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away without
picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not
allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while
doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly
clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There
is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in
the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish
I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they
sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night.
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing:
dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more
and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and
what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought
someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I
suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in
a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be
relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over
the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three
people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to
excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I
was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a
while to figure out who the experts were.