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Since I last posted we've made a quick trip to New England and back. The trip wasn't a planned one but came about as a result of another quick trip: one that Dad made straight to the floor a week ago Friday. He got up from his bed that morning and was going into the bathroom, the next thing that he remembered was waking up facing the ceiling; he had fallen backwards, striking the back of his head

Since I last posted we've made a quick trip to New England and back. The trip wasn't a planned one but came about as a result of another quick trip: one that Dad made straight to the floor a week ago Friday. He got up from his bed that morning and was going into the bathroom, the next thing that he remembered was waking up facing the ceiling; he had fallen backwards, striking the back of his head

On Saturday we had a Celebration of Life for Mom, 138 days since she entered her Heavenly home. It has been a long time coming. I brought along the memory quilt that I made for her 70th birthday to grace the lobby of the reception area. The celebration was held in my hometown in Massachusetts. My parents had sold our home and moved to New Hampshire in 2009; because of that, our grandchildren

On Saturday we had a Celebration of Life for Mom, 138 days since she entered her Heavenly home. It has been a long time coming. I brought along the memory quilt that I made for her 70th birthday to grace the lobby of the reception area. The celebration was held in my hometown in Massachusetts. My parents had sold our home and moved to New Hampshire in 2009; because of that, our grandchildren

Mom's been gone for over two months now. The new normal has settled around me. I miss her daily phone calls; she would always lead off our chats with "what are you working on?" I find myself talking to her sometimes, reporting on my latest projects. After her eyesight failed through advancing macular degeneration she couldn't sew anymore and, I believe, that she enjoyed just thinking about, and

Mom's been gone for over two months now. The new normal has settled around me. I miss her daily phone calls; she would always lead off our chats with "what are you working on?" I find myself talking to her sometimes, reporting on my latest projects. After her eyesight failed through advancing macular degeneration she couldn't sew anymore and, I believe, that she enjoyed just thinking about, and

This picture from 2015 popped up in my memories today. Mom and her treasured "Bull's Eye" quilt. She finished piecing it and brought it to me for quilting ten years ago. This is the reunion photo of my mother with her fully finished quilt! Mom had a stroke in 1999. After a long recovery and rehab stint, she returned home but had lost her sewing mojo. It was this pattern: "Twenty First Century

This picture from 2015 popped up in my memories today. Mom and her treasured "Bull's Eye" quilt. She finished piecing it and brought it to me for quilting ten years ago. This is the reunion photo of my mother with her fully finished quilt! Mom had a stroke in 1999. After a long recovery and rehab stint, she returned home but had lost her sewing mojo. It was this pattern: "Twenty First Century

Back in August of 2002 I set out to make my mother a special surprise for her 70th birthday, which was in June of the following year. I sent out letters to everyone in my Mom's address book asking for photos that I could borrow, short-term, the idea being that I would copy their pictures onto fabric transfer sheets and assemble them into a memory quilt for her; one that told the story of her life

Back in August of 2002 I set out to make my mother a special surprise for her 70th birthday, which was in June of the following year. I sent out letters to everyone in my Mom's address book asking for photos that I could borrow, short-term, the idea being that I would copy their pictures onto fabric transfer sheets and assemble them into a memory quilt for her; one that told the story of her life

I finished up this memory quilt for my SIL in time for Christmas. It's made up entirely of her husband's shirts, Dick passed away a year ago in September. I entitled it "Remembering the Good Times" and hope that she'll gain much comfort from wrapping up in it. Here it is loaded on the longarm; a solid combination of wool and flannel shirts, dress shirts, sport shirts, T-shirts and

I finished up this memory quilt for my SIL in time for Christmas. It's made up entirely of her husband's shirts, Dick passed away a year ago in September. I entitled it "Remembering the Good Times" and hope that she'll gain much comfort from wrapping up in it. Here it is loaded on the longarm; a solid combination of wool and flannel shirts, dress shirts, sport shirts, T-shirts and

This is my Mom. Through the years, not only did she occasionally appear in my blog posts, but she always enjoyed reading whatever struck my fancy to post about. If I hadn't posted in a while I'd hear about it. She was my most loyal reader until her diminishing eyesight prohibited her from reading entirely, several years ago. This year saw Mom facing one health crisis after the next. It seemed

This is my Mom. Through the years, not only did she occasionally appear in my blog posts, but she always enjoyed reading whatever struck my fancy to post about. If I hadn't posted in a while I'd hear about it. She was my most loyal reader until her diminishing eyesight prohibited her from reading entirely, several years ago. This year saw Mom facing one health crisis after the next. It seemed

There comes a time in the life span of bed sheets when the hems split

and the elastic on the fitted one craters.

In our case, the timing of their demise was perfect. Voilà! Crib sheets!

I hate to throw away stuff that still has a lot of life left in it, and our recently expired sheets were no exception. I don’t recall when the idea popped into my head to repurpose them into crib sheets, but having followed through on it, I think it was worth the effort – and a ...

Thirty years ago when I was pregnant with our first baby, I asked my mom if she would make bumper pads and a skirt for the crib and she said yes. I was so happy that she agreed, as I had already been to the fabric store and found an ultra-cute nursery collection, but more importantly, because I knew if Mom made them, they would be perfect – and they were.

I liked all the coordinating prints, but the main / focus print with the toys was what sold me on the collection because it wasn’t too infantile – no cows jumping ...

I got the Workout quilt off the rails yesterday, it measures 58" square. I've really enjoyed working on this one. It's from the Wonderful Curves Sampler Book and uses the Wonder Curve ruler. I'll get the binding attached and whipped down today. The curved pieces are my last little bits of true Indigo fabric that I have saved hoarded over the years for something special- apparently this was it!

I got the Workout quilt off the rails yesterday, it measures 58" square. I've really enjoyed working on this one. It's from the Wonderful Curves Sampler Book and uses the Wonder Curve ruler. I'll get the binding attached and whipped down today. The curved pieces are my last little bits of true Indigo fabric that I have saved hoarded over the years for something special- apparently this was it!

No, we didn't travel by helicopter, but we have only just returned from a quick visit to New England with my Mom and Dad; this trip had been planned for months. It ended up being a different kind of visit this time, as my mother was in the hospital for the duration of our time there, she suffered a compression fracture a few days before our arrival. Due to a shortage of nurses, and hospital staff

No, we didn't travel by helicopter, but we have only just returned from a quick visit to New England with my Mom and Dad; this trip had been planned for months. It ended up being a different kind of visit this time, as my mother was in the hospital for the duration of our time there, she suffered a compression fracture a few days before our arrival. Due to a shortage of nurses, and hospital staff