The stories quilts tell are often obscure. The small string block includes directions for a pre-printed panel. It was supposed to be a pillow but by the time I got the scraps came to me no one was going to make a pillow with the bits.
I used the text as a neutral and as I stitched I saw the word pheasant. Happy memories of autumn and the flurry surrounding the 2 weeks of pheasant hunting season.
My Dad enjoying the company of friends . The dogs anxious to be out and running.
Sometimes the hunting was successful and pheasant was Sunday lunch treat.
There is also unexpected humor.
Grabbedd a green hexie at random to work on during a 40 minute train trip to town.
A pair of legs and I was on my way to have my legs measured for compression stockings.
I don't know where the scrap came from but it made me smile all day.
Gotta love what we do.
Have a great week.
Terry
3 comments:
I loved to read about your fond memories. There are times when almost anything can bring back a memory about my parents, especially the quilts where I have used fabrics from their clothes.
Compression stockings are an older girl's best friend!
Sewing is so good for adding smiles to our days! especially when they bring happy memories.
Lovely the rich memories little scraps of fabric can evoke.
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