So Many Exclamation Points!

A picture is worth a thousand words.

This absolutely sums up my life right now. Summer break from school does not make for easier times in these Covid days. Nor does owning your own businesses. One block, one step, one more day at home, one mask, one walk in the forest at a time.

I’ve made a lot of Exclamation Point blocks in the past few months, a good form of therapy for sure. You can make your own too.

For the record, this is not a posed photo… he came in and did a number of poses as I was trying to capture this potential lay out for a quilt.

Clearing Crumbs

Are you baking bread these days? I am. About 3-4 loaves of sourdough a week. And that doesn’t include my newfound love of making our own hamburger buns or my daughter’s obsession with pretzels. What I did not account for is the crumbs. With each fresh loaf there is a slippery coating on my kitchen floor, a Goldilocks trail throughout the living room and dining room, and a coordinating set on the butcher block counters. So. Many. Crumbs.

Suddenly the term ‘Crumb Quilt’ makes sense.

A few weeks ago we were talking about scraps on our weekly Virtual Trunk Show (Watch it on Instagram Live or IGTV). I shared my scrap sorting method which involves, among other things, an old bread basket filled with anything cut as I go on all projects. I did my session of the trunk show outside that day and it was a bit windy. There was fabric all over the backyard! Of course, the overflowing basket didn’t help the situation. It was time to sort.

It took about two hours to get through it, the pile was quite large on the cutting table. Strips longer than 6” here, scraps bigger than a few inches in their designated colour sorted bin, and all the little bits together there. Then I decided the little bits needed to be sorted into two more distinctions - big little bits and itty bitty little bits. Don’t ask me the sizes, it was all arbitrary.

On my birthday I was gifted the afternoon home alone - a delightful treat during Covid isolation - and took some time in the sewing room. It was glorious! For a couple of hours I sewed nearly useless scraps of fabric to other bits. Over and over again. Trim, sew, press, repeat. All to the soundtrack of Dolly Parton’s America.

Eventually I got myself to some random block sizes. Then I remembered that I had done the same thing at some point last year so I pulled out those blocks. That’s a bonus to working with scraps this way: they can always play together.

I’m not sure where these will end up, but it does deal with one of the messes in the sewing room. For now it is the perfect antidote to the world. And a perfect reflection of the crumbs in my life.

No Travel? No problem! Webinar Opportunities

Oh! The places I went.

Working as a quilt professional has taken me to some mighty amazing places. From the small towns and big cities, quilters are the same. We just to make and create and enjoy the company of others. We are there for ourselves, we are there to make for others, we are there for the fabric. And, if you are one of my students, you are there for me. I consider it an immense privilege to be able to entertain, to teach, all of you.

I miss it.

The travel, while stressful, always came together in truly memorable experiences for me. You’ve brought me to some pretty amazing places and gave me the time to explore just a little. A few times there were language barriers, but quilts do end up being a universal language. Ultimately though, it is the people that make it all worthwhile. Quilters are pretty amazing people. And that’s a universal truth no matter where you are in the world.

As a teacher and entertainer I loved the moment in someone when they ‘got it’ best. As an improv teacher I’ve seen people struggle with the open endedness then the turn around as something comes together in a beautiful, albeit unexpected way. Or the visible relief when they don’t have to have it all figured out in order to sew. Or the joy in a simple little trick that will make all their sewing easier. Or the laugh when we all realize that we don’t need to take ourselves so seriously.

While I admit that online learning deprives me of those moments, it does nothing to diminish them for everyone else. I’ve played in the online world and always wanted to do more. So let me tell you I am working on it. You know, in between all the homeschooling and running and business and keeping everyone loved and mostly happy.

In the meantime, I’ve opened up some webinar opportunities. This way you can get me in the comfort of your own own for either some sewing/demo presentations or for a lecture/trunk show style presentation. Book with a group of friends, your guild, your store, or even just yourself! We can’t be together just yet, but I can at least show up in your sewing room.

Does this mean I will have to INTERNET to my list of places?

Sanctuary Sewing With Kids

How many of you seeing your sewing/quilting as your sanctuary? The one place you can go, especially in these times, where you get personal space and peace?

Yup, me too.

That’s why it is a personal conflict when the kids want to sew too. On one hand, total pride and excitement that they want to take up the craft and make their own art. Joy that they feel their creative juices flowing and want to be just like Mama. On the other hand, that’s my space, my thing, my break. Obviously, I am more excited than annoyed. Way more excited.

So when my son, my newly minted 8 year old, asked if he could learn to sew All. By. Himself. I jumped at the chance to teach him the machine. Prior to this he’s sat on my lap or played with the fabric, maybe a little hand stitching. He definitely has an eye for design. We had a lesson on the machine parts and what they do, on safety, and how to sew a straight line. He is a very cool kid who absorbs all lessons like a sponge so he took to it right away. Even made up his own mnemonic songs to remember steps. And in less than a day he had a 20” patchwork block. It was going to be a pillow, but as soon as he was done he asked to make a quilt. And another 24 hours later he had a second block.

And a pincushion.

The girls have been sewing during isolation too. Scrunchies and yo-yos. Moments of quiet creativity to calm the spirit. So many yo-yos…

Then someone else decided she wanted to turn her hand stitched nine patches into machine stitched, because one can’t be outdone by their little brother after all! I only have two machines! (Only?!) so I get booted off for their sewing. So much for my sanctuary. But this is so, so much better.