Warm Colours

The colours of  my environment are warm. These beautiful blooms were a birthday bouquet from DD#1 and family. Lots and lots  of pinks edging toward coral the light orange/yellow range

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More flowers?  Well yes this time from DD#2 and also in the warm color spectrum. Bright orange of the tiger lilies flowing into the yellows of the tea rose and crysanthamums.

All these beautiful blooms to gaze upon while finishing off my small weaving.

The weaving is complete.  Now to finish

Removed the weaving from the small cardboard loom.

A small woven bag just right for my phone. I finished it by felting which gave me a firmer result. Photos of completed project when I get it back.

Two of our members are demonstrating and teaching at the Stitches and Craft Show. They collected all the trials for a display.

I'm working on some trial bits and pieces. Nothing to show so more flowers to finish.

Empty Cereal Box

I spent most of yesterday indulging in childhood pleasures. As a girl a day dedicated to making was pure joy and yesterday was just such a day. The stimulus for the task came from spinning and weaving group on Thursday With some show and tell of small coin purses woven on a cardboard loom.

One empty cereal box and a whole day of indulgence .

The pocket section of the purse is completed. It is a slow process.  Threading the wool over and under again and again was a time of contemplation.

A great way to spend a birthday.  I was very content engaging in a childhood skill and remembering .


Today

I am going to weave the flap of the bag. The weaving should go faster . Only half as many warp threads. My plan is to add a couple colored stripes to the flap for interest.

Hooray for an empty box. What have you used a box for?

Happy Valentines Day

Terry

Still Stitching

on the swap

I have been

Cutting lots of strips

Stitching strips in 3s

Cutting all these scraps together. Some of this fabric is from dressmaking for 2 girls. Other bits are my quilting scraps. I never discard anything. The third catagory is gifted from other quilters or just foraged from bins at class and anywhere quilters gather.

I am a scrap quilter from way back. My first memory of a quilt is from nap time. My mother and I lived with my Grandmother for most of 1951 while my father was aboard ship in Korea. I remember tracing multi colored triangles. Lots and lots of different triangles. The quilt had disappeared before I knew to inquire about it. All that's left is my memory and love of scraps.

I am facinated by the memories my quilts trigger.  Quilts are a record of my journey through  adulthood.

It has been interesting so far . May it contiue for a long time to come.

Terry