tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128226472024-03-19T03:08:11.736-05:00Pieces of A Quilter's LifeThe stuff Beth Ferrier thinks about while she's sewing.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-36436599114975538952021-02-08T11:36:00.002-05:002021-02-08T11:36:46.052-05:00Big Changes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQFoMwHFOvfoaNHhuruzgk5VNHIDjiriPG4GQlhD9QYAI9jE-Dhgi6cqKpp9EoFZjanNrE-pfGgetMp4VIHo_rlXYFkLB0aTgd4AjpZy5QRJ1903nVKzclDm-8RDx0CdoRAK4vQ/s480/flipped+larger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQFoMwHFOvfoaNHhuruzgk5VNHIDjiriPG4GQlhD9QYAI9jE-Dhgi6cqKpp9EoFZjanNrE-pfGgetMp4VIHo_rlXYFkLB0aTgd4AjpZy5QRJ1903nVKzclDm-8RDx0CdoRAK4vQ/w320-h180/flipped+larger.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Covid has done us a solid. When working from home, can home be anywhere? In our case, it turns out that the answer is yes.<p></p><p>The next question is huge. If home can be anywhere, where do you want to be? Somewhere warm? Somewhere on water? How about some land? Maybe a big city? For someone whose location has always been dictated by work, these are heady questions.</p><p>The answer was simple for me. If Covid's taught me anything, it's that I need my family. We went an entire year without seeing our grandchildren. It wasn't until we saw them at last at Christmas that I realized that home is where they are. Or at least a whole lot closer. Our kids are spread across the country, but they all still have ties to lower Michigan, so, come fall, that's where we're going to be also. We have absolutely loved living in Green Bay these past few years, it's a wonderful place to be, except for that darned big lake between us and our family.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcN54mvxSpM2lKC8deoQtZUF65bAT7J_Jj68Za7fR37uoPb7dH2Rgf3SwwDKhjoQT515cTMgB__k2axe54U9bLPFh5i6r0wpU7TYiIyJpcE6fGsAZsesxNfp03i9SCNWNEer_iHg/s2048/lot+from+back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcN54mvxSpM2lKC8deoQtZUF65bAT7J_Jj68Za7fR37uoPb7dH2Rgf3SwwDKhjoQT515cTMgB__k2axe54U9bLPFh5i6r0wpU7TYiIyJpcE6fGsAZsesxNfp03i9SCNWNEer_iHg/s320/lot+from+back.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The housing market is insane. Essentially, we're looking for space for our hobbies, with a kitchen and bedrooms. That's three car garage for Kent, and daylight studio space for me. After seeing house after house fly off the market in minutes, we decided to look into building what we want.<div><br /></div><div>We found just the right place in Hastings, MI. It's a one acre lot. This picture is taken from near the back of the lot and shows the house across the street. Our lot backs up on a common area and a catchment basin that will never be built on. We'll have walkout daylight on the entire south side of the basement, and that will be my new studio space.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB9V-QDA1Sq0AteWJK0G9qc6DAQUORxsvBZ1C1bM4DjprDclBTUHsrU390GGRwadQvAFoANpsesj7IG6oIdWhM_rLP-3DrO25zUmFuvuSLt9TJVbuZz2QGk3GNu3VXgU1lwN9tA/s2048/exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1537" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB9V-QDA1Sq0AteWJK0G9qc6DAQUORxsvBZ1C1bM4DjprDclBTUHsrU390GGRwadQvAFoANpsesj7IG6oIdWhM_rLP-3DrO25zUmFuvuSLt9TJVbuZz2QGk3GNu3VXgU1lwN9tA/s320/exterior.jpg" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Last Friday, in the middle of the season's worst snowstorm, we made all of the choices for our home's finishes. All of them. Every freaking last one of them. My head still hurts.</div><div><br /></div><div>We hope for this home to be our last until it's The Home for us. No pressure for making choices that we will live with for the next twenty years. We don't have an unlimited budget, so every choice can limit the next.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some choices were easy. Builder's grade lighting and plumbing. I can change those fixtures at my leisure as I find the things I really love. Some were ridiculously hard, like door trim. Seriously, door and window trim broke my head. How is that hard?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJfspWFAOKSed_l7_py4PYXPztgS5qX_HWEa-pQWCKuPnvDv0_FyqdcbCeMyjmNPxEGEuo6qMLH9y-oWoShGz6aPqXGo80aZXAUIGVCT-UCpku5Wf5Fm6ONwWR_mADQWn-IkpYA/s2048/flooring+and+cabinets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJfspWFAOKSed_l7_py4PYXPztgS5qX_HWEa-pQWCKuPnvDv0_FyqdcbCeMyjmNPxEGEuo6qMLH9y-oWoShGz6aPqXGo80aZXAUIGVCT-UCpku5Wf5Fm6ONwWR_mADQWn-IkpYA/s320/flooring+and+cabinets.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>Kitchen and flooring were also tough. I like all kinds of styles. I like wood, and I like painted. I like light counters, and dark, as long as they're not busy. We have a very busy countertop now and it's hard for a certain person (who cleans up after I cook) to remember to wipe it down. The only thing I really wanted was stone. I've had a granite countertop here in Green Bay, and I really love it.</div><div><br /></div><div>We ended up with quartz with subtle veining in gray and tan. It should go with everything. And I have a sudden urge to weave a few brightly colored hand towels to liven up the place.</div><div><br /></div><div>The hardest decision is when to sell our Green Bay home. Our new place won't be ready until October. Houses are selling very well right now, but where do we go for seven months? Home can be anywhere we can get a decent internet connection, right? Maybe even an RV. Or a house boat. Or a cabin in the woods.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p></div>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-36806450007298494212021-01-27T11:30:00.004-05:002021-01-27T11:30:49.655-05:00Pandemic Pieces<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFA4NGF7TVJ7ZmfV6nxm6WONJTwWXarr3XuEJdsKim_4TQan8RUvy9CbfNI1CsjB1NsZpv7G94jZVrmP5pEEA0HF1DTKOXKxdlmbb31hEj70ARVaZeh0Qgi16NMAf4eM0HTXigg/s2048/scraps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFA4NGF7TVJ7ZmfV6nxm6WONJTwWXarr3XuEJdsKim_4TQan8RUvy9CbfNI1CsjB1NsZpv7G94jZVrmP5pEEA0HF1DTKOXKxdlmbb31hEj70ARVaZeh0Qgi16NMAf4eM0HTXigg/w320-h240/scraps.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>So much about quilting is about making do, making the best of the scraps life gives us. Faced with a pile of batik scraps, leftovers from making masks last spring, what's a quilter to do?</p><p></p><p>When choosing fabric for a quilt, I think of them as guests at a dinner party. Each one needs to stand on its own, be interesting and add to the conversation, without fighting with anyone else. When choosing fabrics for masks, I was looking for quiet prints, somber even, suitable for men who live in blue jeans.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DqYAxGYOM5tbcU9aIYrnhPMbvArwOTrfqQr1xRQ2ronyNPU9nIhbzv_jab_lMJzCRsxzdr5u9_nJSdf_E8bbi18-LsHZWEaCzrUPNmTJGRLW2iE6T2vvTt3J5BKsNr6EVypBHw/s2048/quilt+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1892" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DqYAxGYOM5tbcU9aIYrnhPMbvArwOTrfqQr1xRQ2ronyNPU9nIhbzv_jab_lMJzCRsxzdr5u9_nJSdf_E8bbi18-LsHZWEaCzrUPNmTJGRLW2iE6T2vvTt3J5BKsNr6EVypBHw/w296-h320/quilt+top.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There certainly was a calming aspect to "crumb" piecing the top. Just pick up two pieces of fabric, right sides together and sew along the straightest edge. Trim, press and repeat. <div><br /></div><div>This is not how I usually work. I'm used to planning each step before I even look at fabric. I like to know where I'm going. I'm a researcher. I believe this might also be known as "control issues". Letting the quilt grow on it's own was a major leap of faith for me. I consoled myself by remembering that I was sewing with stuff that would have been tossed (no, I'm not a scrap saver), so nothing would be lost except for time, and we had plenty of that with the new lockdowns.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8hQoEFUtR-hsjRYOtCmAYZzERYIcQVx3wDSlnorLa7Zwq6btR6CsDVvD2_m46tRUzYrWWX5VTnzm3E3jg-PUDUGAUHmLw7NmrqNvR4C1POw44nlYMHPYzS4IqhLiYikRsSVi8w/s2048/pinned+in+place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8hQoEFUtR-hsjRYOtCmAYZzERYIcQVx3wDSlnorLa7Zwq6btR6CsDVvD2_m46tRUzYrWWX5VTnzm3E3jg-PUDUGAUHmLw7NmrqNvR4C1POw44nlYMHPYzS4IqhLiYikRsSVi8w/s320/pinned+in+place.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>I have a bin of orphaned applique shapes, and jars of glue-basted circles. Continuing with the plan to use just leftovers, it was helpful to have a cache of applique shapes that didn't make it into the original project.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still resisting an overall plan, it didn't take very long to stitch the applique bits in place.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been my goal for a while, to try to work outside my usual box. I'm too literal. I really admire abstract work, all while fighting the urge to straighten it up. This crazy quilt seemed to be a good place to play with embellishing just for the sake of doing it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYP_Tohq_igPRhRVkDH8MrswIlfUnDmeOfn-PVOkxgYCtc2n6FKL2AO8y5dJGCTb4Hsvh2fPWbMuK4_OPv0lNZtEh9h6otad9XPlhmQOc-xwSzljOxhCJayx2cbKEZCsdrCaRQg/s2048/feather+and+butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1904" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYP_Tohq_igPRhRVkDH8MrswIlfUnDmeOfn-PVOkxgYCtc2n6FKL2AO8y5dJGCTb4Hsvh2fPWbMuK4_OPv0lNZtEh9h6otad9XPlhmQOc-xwSzljOxhCJayx2cbKEZCsdrCaRQg/s320/feather+and+butterfly.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At first there was great progress, as I embroidered and beaded the obvious choices. But it became clear to me that I was still constrained by the shapes. Don't get me wrong, I like what I've done here, but it doesn't feel very bold or adventurous. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcf9UHFgnGl7ZcOkOXhWlfQRi2jndyE7HnGEfbt3znvjix-CXU2pcBKcZqKz2zAQ8yqaUZOSjq2XjKc5SilCy2GOT3mlq4uV8XpbCyFQ35jhSBxrIvXF0LsUReaZJ1XYCzQ0PHkQ/s2048/purple+flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcf9UHFgnGl7ZcOkOXhWlfQRi2jndyE7HnGEfbt3znvjix-CXU2pcBKcZqKz2zAQ8yqaUZOSjq2XjKc5SilCy2GOT3mlq4uV8XpbCyFQ35jhSBxrIvXF0LsUReaZJ1XYCzQ0PHkQ/s320/purple+flowers.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>It's been languishing now for a couple of months. There comes a time in every project when I become too attached to it. I like what I've done so far, and each new step is fraught with the fear of messing it up. It's always dangerous when the work becomes too precious.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've done the obvious things, the safe, inside the shape things. It's time to do the weird, wild and wonderful things that happen outside my box. It may be awful in the end, but if I learn something in the process, it can hardly be a wasted effort, right?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-31743344236955236152021-01-25T11:15:00.004-05:002021-01-25T11:49:26.216-05:00So I know I'm not working<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXeebNYqEhdBtFjzhyphenhyphenhyecSlMTniD4KbZaccPJbzHnm_AdJS6fRa4XIgoTzHoShhUhJ4bD7Z8IkmBKF_52AG08OzOolyxwWcH0LZa9xKOMG4XZPChHwXQs8qhbCEBmXjS6W0DAQ/s807/20201105_114559.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="623" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXeebNYqEhdBtFjzhyphenhyphenhyecSlMTniD4KbZaccPJbzHnm_AdJS6fRa4XIgoTzHoShhUhJ4bD7Z8IkmBKF_52AG08OzOolyxwWcH0LZa9xKOMG4XZPChHwXQs8qhbCEBmXjS6W0DAQ/w494-h640/20201105_114559.jpg" width="494" /></a></div>I think I was maybe eight years old when I learned to knit. My mom was working on mittens. (With six girls, one of us was always a mitten short of a pair.) I was breathing down her neck, watching the magic of flashing sticks and string turning into warm and wonderful mittens.<p></p><p>She handed me a couple of needles and a ball of yarn and told me to stop bugging her. I blissfully toddled off to a corner, wrapped the yarn around a needle and made knitting motions until some of the stitches stuck. It was a raggedy mess, but it was knitting and I was smitten.</p><p>I'm pretty sure my mom never enjoyed making mittens because when she saw the opportunity to relegate the chore to me, I got a couple of quick lessons and I was off to the races.</p><p>Before long I was using finishing nails and crochet cotton to knit sweaters for my Barbie. As a young adult, I was always the first to know of impending baby showers so I would have plenty of time to knit a layette.</p><p>Then I learned to quilt, and it consumed me. It was the mathyness of it, I think, that first seduced me. And the relative permanence, given that I was a stay-at-home mom with four little boys who gleefully undid everything I did during the day. It's a lot harder to outgrow a quilt than a sweater. Before too long, quilting became not only my passion but my job. I had to figure out how to come home from work.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAYfx5mDGD0xhTevH553KCuP2ZbmhitOsFAK0SenNFcK9GHqcdN5ucOUSMEmhyphenhyphenMogKSPziFJb57PKV_SB5YJVlSl7GtBh5Mm4UYbFSJeTtUlentkD0S9CPQcKZrKtSfh_WjAXgw/s2048/sm002.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1555" data-original-width="2048" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAYfx5mDGD0xhTevH553KCuP2ZbmhitOsFAK0SenNFcK9GHqcdN5ucOUSMEmhyphenhyphenMogKSPziFJb57PKV_SB5YJVlSl7GtBh5Mm4UYbFSJeTtUlentkD0S9CPQcKZrKtSfh_WjAXgw/w400-h304/sm002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Knitting socks turned out to be the perfect distraction. They're a relatively small project. They're easy to fit, mostly by just making them longer or shorter. The architecture is endlessly fascinating. Knitters wax poetic over graceful heel-turns and gussets.<div><br /></div><div>A few years back I learned about a sock knitting competition. Yeah, you read that right. Sock Madness is an annual sock knitting competition. Hosted on Ravelry.com, it's honestly the most fun I've had with my clothes on.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt9HQ2lZFzB4ZBZ39bZ_gIxWv8tJgZRDbmyoUv5IcAFrjCIJCHcbOEGnoaibmEHhRVC4C6qOT9hvAY77Wq_zV3SE6yHH9LD26rI7MkCpZYZ4XOxCfradhupCRR85AkhVArbbBMg/s2048/Fifteens.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt9HQ2lZFzB4ZBZ39bZ_gIxWv8tJgZRDbmyoUv5IcAFrjCIJCHcbOEGnoaibmEHhRVC4C6qOT9hvAY77Wq_zV3SE6yHH9LD26rI7MkCpZYZ4XOxCfradhupCRR85AkhVArbbBMg/s320/Fifteens.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>There are few things that I enjoy more than learning new stuff, especially about fiber hobbies. One of the amazing things about Sock Madness is that it has introduced me to many new knitting techniques, all while trying to knit a pair of socks faster than anyone else. It's a testament to how well the patterns are written, which, as a pattern writer, I greatly admire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sock Madness is gearing up for this year's competition. It really is friendly towards knitters of all skill levels, and you can be as competitive as you want. (I'm only competitive when there's a contest. Two years ago I made it all the way to the final round!) It's fun and friendly, supportive and silly and a terrific way to be distracted from the insanity of the world outside.</div><div><p>One of these days I'll design a pair of socks on my own. I've resisted because that's how I ended up with a career in quilting. And there are just so many folks willing to so beautifully do the thinking for me. </p><p> </p></div>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-33031934616245829262021-01-14T11:59:00.000-05:002021-01-14T11:59:00.015-05:00The Dammit Doll<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH9v8JyT7jfCDG9a6ofe-LMfBSK8A4zGBruxOcf1RPnBaKcid_DLrczfd9bNeQB1ywDe501w_XqF0UxWQKWzLhdrl2zmOLHXuDu97WWzdbl5uc-HrTz_mggdeFrai_0s8sZaAnw/s658/dd002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH9v8JyT7jfCDG9a6ofe-LMfBSK8A4zGBruxOcf1RPnBaKcid_DLrczfd9bNeQB1ywDe501w_XqF0UxWQKWzLhdrl2zmOLHXuDu97WWzdbl5uc-HrTz_mggdeFrai_0s8sZaAnw/s320/dd002.jpg" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVBO1p4SGf3wLlhz_KwRxOhNkUagb41bO3v7tC8r9_hNmyOr7Pnwwi9SqAnkSVZS8G4q2UGKLor801b3Feac-Yl5yTULl1aGvIJGNXvbnICl8pmzyDVLYBwEKuTrFu9oEcResQQ/s658/dd002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Perhaps the real title of this post should be "and then I lost patience." That seems to define so many of my choices lately. <a href="https://www.instagram.com/stashbanditquilting/" target="_blank">Diane Harris</a>, of Stash Bandit Quilting, started it. She posted a picture of her pandemic doll, covered in writing, that she used to help work out some of her frustrations, what we've all felt over the last year. And I thought, what a great idea! After some angst about making a doll of my own, and how that felt like more work than I wanted to do, I remembered that I had blank dolls squirreled away in my fiber closet. (Of course I do, doesn't everyone?)<p></p><p>The problem was that she was flat white and that felt too harsh. I have fabric dyes, but that also seemed like too much work. I have tsukineko inks and pens, so I started with that. My plan was to sneak up on the color, diluting it in water, soaking the doll and getting a lovely peach tone. Well, then I lost patience. The ink wasn't taking. So I dragged out my Derwent Inktense blocks and started shaving them into the water. Now she has a sunburn and freckles.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHtDOXtc4jwRV8ny2D9yvjMjvQus4u4gQNdpPFtpzD1MB3r4s6Y9uFTNILEVxbF4nLzaePlo6sJ7zgr8zyMeyMfvmEPsZMBkzBPvoxF_CmctzZvLxvKfTQK6lEKOAYN9AKPbieg/s1333/dd004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHtDOXtc4jwRV8ny2D9yvjMjvQus4u4gQNdpPFtpzD1MB3r4s6Y9uFTNILEVxbF4nLzaePlo6sJ7zgr8zyMeyMfvmEPsZMBkzBPvoxF_CmctzZvLxvKfTQK6lEKOAYN9AKPbieg/s320/dd004.jpg" /></a></div>When I was a little kid I loved making dolls. I always did their eyes last because I didn't want them looking at me while I was poking them. Having matured some since them, the face was the first to be embroidered. I toyed with buttons for the eyes, and then beads.<p></p><p>Diane's doll is quite primitive, covered with words of sadness and frustration. As cathartic as that seemed, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I hope my doll is going to lead me back to my creative self with a little bit of sewing every day.</p><p>So, embroidered eyes it is. And of course they are green, because mine are. She's a little lopsided, but then, aren't we all? And there she sat for a few days, nekkid and bald, while I thought about how to do her hair.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTqtTEIFH1aj5f5he8fVTUo5aXpyPkClrkqADwN75dcexwk7H1xKxDwIt8QBm4ducckYDdLuwfaghGYpn-9chvXQzn9u4BjhhpvHBouxzyxhHahaT1edA4O2gGiIPjoZJ-t5rdw/s1000/dd005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTqtTEIFH1aj5f5he8fVTUo5aXpyPkClrkqADwN75dcexwk7H1xKxDwIt8QBm4ducckYDdLuwfaghGYpn-9chvXQzn9u4BjhhpvHBouxzyxhHahaT1edA4O2gGiIPjoZJ-t5rdw/s320/dd005.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>After considering yarn, and wool appliqued flat to her head, I ultimately chose to tear strips of fabric. I haven't had my hair cut since right before the shutdowns last year. (I've decided to hold off until March this year to see how long it can really get before I lose my entire mind.) The torn strips were then sewn down to another strip of fabric, which is about an inch wide and about five inches long. There are three rows of strips so my dolly can have a luxurious mane, and give me more choices for styling.</p><p>After my last post I've been contacted by several quilt teachers who are also struggling with depression. People who, for all to see, look like they totally have their shit together and haven't a care in the world. Let's find our way back together. </p><p>I challenge anyone who is struggling with their creative mojo to clear a space, even a little one, and do one thing each day. Sew one seam, just sew two random pieces of fabric together, no plan. Make a mark on one page, a letter, a swipe, a fingerprint. Thread a needle, make a knot and make a stitch, any stitch in any piece of fabric that comes to hand. If more happens, that's cool. We fell in love with our art one tiny step at a time. Let's do that again. We can do that again.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF71-qXMAB0lkw49z97BJPIX9qVIwiegBorqQAsRvd54_dwb4KkJY1HwrypWUpyqRlo1vixtWjclETINYVt7MtvBXX1N0JZtddSRALcKXFH5oOfKv_c849yYEG7wDyfJ4mpHN5Q/s1000/dd001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF71-qXMAB0lkw49z97BJPIX9qVIwiegBorqQAsRvd54_dwb4KkJY1HwrypWUpyqRlo1vixtWjclETINYVt7MtvBXX1N0JZtddSRALcKXFH5oOfKv_c849yYEG7wDyfJ4mpHN5Q/s320/dd001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>When I turned on my machine yesterday, for the first time in many months, this is how it greeted me. Yeah, I know, I programmed that in, but I'd completely forgotten about it. Now I'm thinking it's time to look for my tiara. It has to be here somewhere. You better bet my doll will get one.</p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-77418641184450158232021-01-13T09:50:00.004-05:002021-01-13T09:50:38.197-05:00The thing about sourdough<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_OxvCx-S_jpK8N0fDGK5XvHRgwOsHATy5toFS-T0Xfc1loF3D2oRAODLRFYduSRSY3n3WN3kN4VvcNY02VX8dQ660X3Q61TFkv6C6zzg837e93qEUQyinXjEQBytZwPW80zf-w/s859/starter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="859" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_OxvCx-S_jpK8N0fDGK5XvHRgwOsHATy5toFS-T0Xfc1loF3D2oRAODLRFYduSRSY3n3WN3kN4VvcNY02VX8dQ660X3Q61TFkv6C6zzg837e93qEUQyinXjEQBytZwPW80zf-w/w320-h301/starter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The thing about sourdough is that it takes a while.</span></p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It begins with a "starter", which is basically a concoction of flour, water and natural yeast. It has to be grown, nurtured with twice daily feedings of flour and water, and, as most newbies believe, magic.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like most newbies, within days of the first stirring, I started asking "how about now?" I was plagued with doubt. Everyone who has baked a successful loaf is an expert and every expert has an opinion.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It took a good two months to get to a healthy starter. But that was a good thing for me. I needed a purpose.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpzTFbs5cdGr2hQ1WHYmSCDKonBaxdoPekbPs6BFxw-TTv3CICLsSwr0vNm788HSAm_rQr3RBi5lbRuC3VHev0BQw7B7E3777uWJtQsQT8O-6twZg8mXadqHqsR-xeBZPWdAsNg/s807/holey+loaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="605" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpzTFbs5cdGr2hQ1WHYmSCDKonBaxdoPekbPs6BFxw-TTv3CICLsSwr0vNm788HSAm_rQr3RBi5lbRuC3VHev0BQw7B7E3777uWJtQsQT8O-6twZg8mXadqHqsR-xeBZPWdAsNg/s320/holey+loaf.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It takes a couple of loaves to get the feel for the dough. Like so many things, until you understand the process, it seems unnecessarily complicated and arbitrary. There are all sorts of new concepts and terms to wrap your head around.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As frustrating as it was, because, you know, I've been baking since I was a little kid and how freaking hard can it be? It was also good for me. I was in a battle for my life last fall. Finding something to learn, to master, to nurture was the perfect way to get out of my head.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAI39j71EVfk0IYN6XN_ZZWYoPN7n8pWjsqoai0jaI8EMJqxiMPYKXN9EJNOryvjNKKMM8L8LiskTtNHkxXfRvMkyHaBoozph0xvp3tBUrSexicErC5AAwt1LOxo1ojxhp3HtLQ/s807/bun+on+the+counter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="605" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAI39j71EVfk0IYN6XN_ZZWYoPN7n8pWjsqoai0jaI8EMJqxiMPYKXN9EJNOryvjNKKMM8L8LiskTtNHkxXfRvMkyHaBoozph0xvp3tBUrSexicErC5AAwt1LOxo1ojxhp3HtLQ/s320/bun+on+the+counter.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Each loaf takes a couple of days to make. The steps really aren't hard at all, and it's not like you're slaving over the dough the entire time. There is work to be done, and then it is time for the dough to rest. Each working of the dough both undoes the previous work, and builds upon it. A more perfect metaphor for my battle with depression I can not find.</span><p></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">I began my sourdough journey last fall when I was coming out of yet another round of major depression and needed a purpose. Feeding "the baby" every day gave me something to be responsible for.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Depression is different for everyone. For me, it is filled with self loathing, failure and unworthiness, anger turned inward, as they say. I've battled it my entire adult life, even as I've entertained thousands of quilters, taught hundreds of classes, written dozens of books, laughed with friends. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">I feel that I can share this struggle with you now because I'm no longer active on the quilt teacher circuit. I mean, really, who wants to hire a depressed teacher? At last, I can be completely honest with you, and in doing so, perhaps someone reading this won't feel so terribly alone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">My life is completely deluxe. I am blessed in so many ways. Even knowing that doesn't prevent the monster from haunting me. Depression is a damned liar and a thief of joy. Once more I have wrestled it to the ground. This is more than a loaf of bread to me. It's been part of the pathway home. Be kind. You may never know the desperate private battles being waged.</span></p></div>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-6035243176103771962020-11-20T10:29:00.000-05:002020-11-20T10:29:56.612-05:00Meanwhile, in Green Bay<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruz-srpYfMvD-QsdkKEdXoRiyqicsoHpNbQVon2D61OYRVwulu61tSBdaaexvpAhkb06Rj0VRGwWUzxJihTdnpBxmJ1FYJY1sEKfBloLQQzmCmZVfm82TXDelhtIDBLdzwtBWHQ/s959/buttterflies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="959" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruz-srpYfMvD-QsdkKEdXoRiyqicsoHpNbQVon2D61OYRVwulu61tSBdaaexvpAhkb06Rj0VRGwWUzxJihTdnpBxmJ1FYJY1sEKfBloLQQzmCmZVfm82TXDelhtIDBLdzwtBWHQ/w640-h506/buttterflies.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hello friends,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's been a while, I know. And it's been a while full of living, for all of us, I'm sure. I'm not going to try to catch it all up in one post, that would just be tedious. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let's just say that, for a time, my words left me. No, that's not quite right. My words never leave me. But, the idea that my words are worth hearing left me. And then it occurred to me that perhaps it's not for me to decide. Sort of like when my husband says, "I have a great idea" and I say, "tell me and I'll let you know how great it is." Since his ideas rarely involve more fabric or yarn, to my way of thinking, they rarely achieve greatness.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lately I've been feeling that there are stories I need to tell, <i>need</i> being the operative word there. Hand writing has never been fast enough to catch the words before they're gone, making traditional journaling incredibly frustrating for me. Plus, I enjoy the editing as much as the writing, and what a mess that is on the written page. So, here we are, the perfect place to put all the words that have been begging to be expressed. I'll let you decide if they're great, or I'll even settle for good enough.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Give me a little bit to figure out what they've done to blogger while I was gone. In my continuing efforts to be a <i>recovering</i> perfectionist, instead of waiting until I have it all figured out (which is approximately never), I'm going to muddle along until it works. I'd be honored if you'll muddle along with me.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-29536301015449480442018-12-15T15:04:00.000-05:002018-12-15T15:04:09.480-05:00It started as a challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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But here's the rub. I have always struggled mightily with copying, even when I'm supposed to copy so I can learn a technique. There's something in my nature that just recoils at the idea of repeating something that has already been done. So, as much as I looked forward to the workshop, I had a real battle going on in my head. I just didn't want to do what every one else was doing. (Now here's where I tell you how dumb that is, because every student's neighborhood was as individual and creative as its maker and we all had a blast.)<br />
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I kept the Dresden wedge shape and angles for the house and out house. I used the Dresden ruler to draw the basic shapes onto my template paper, keeping the wonky, stretched perspective of the wedge. The smoke is made up of circles, the top of the chimney is a rectangle. The roof lines form triangles. Because of the distortion of the shapes, I didn't have a true square anywhere, so I added in the square/triangle bead "flowers" on the out house hill. Adding hand embroidery to my machine applique technique is giving me so much joy. The hardest part was knowing when to stop.<br />
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I'm even happy with the back. I didn't want raw edges showing, even on the back, so I cut the backing fabric a bit bigger than the front, folded it over to encase the raw edge and finished with a top stitch. It gave a perfect, secure edge for stapling. I haven't decided yet if it needs a frame or will hang as is.<br />
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Being stretched and challenged can be uncomfortable, but, just like growing pains, it's worth the effort. My next challenge is designing a new block of the month for 2019. I'm still considering the possible themes, but I'm thinking winter, I have all of the other seasons covered and I'd love to do a two color quilt. What do you think?<br />
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I'm hoping this will be like a long overdue conversation with a good friend. While there's catching up to do, it's a comfortable conversation because we both know the other wasn't really far from mind.<br />
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It's been an interesting year, interesting in the way of the Chinese curse of "may you have an interesting life". There have been some very good days, and some very difficult. But most of the days have been just the kind of comfortable ordinary we all hope for.<br />
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Shortly after my last post, my parents fell very ill. We nearly lost my mom first, and just when it was clear that she would survive, my dad became desperately ill and was hospitalized. He was soon diagnosed with metastasized lung cancer and he was gone by the beginning of July. My sisters and I didn't handle this well and we are still trying to find our way back.<br />
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I have incredible respect for the rights of others to believe differently from me. I have my own perspective on politics, as do you, and that's not what this blog is about. But I have to tell you, there are days that I am physically heartsick over the way we speak to each other. I am constantly torn between standing up to the bullying and standing back from the fray. All too often I am struck dumb by the hatefulness spewed in the name of love. This has kept me silent, hoping for the ugliness to pass and fearful that it may never.<br />
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For the first time in a very long time, I have friends I can hang out with, and make stuff with, although I still struggle with the concept that the phone dials out. I am content in my studio with all my toys close at hand. What a joy to simply create for my own pleasure, with no thought to how to teach it, or sell it or if anyone else will like it.<br />
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But the teacher in me is restless. It's never been enough for me to learn something new. I've always felt that it's not really mine until I can give it away. I get such joy in sharing what I've learned.<br />
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And I've started this great big new project and I'm learning so much in the process. I keep thinking of how much I'd like to share it and then remember that the blog has fallen silent and awkward and stale. So, hello once more, my friend. Shall we begin again?<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That I needed a new sewing machine was clear. Instead of bringing me joy, I fought with and cried over that stupid Kenmore, the one that I'd paid good money for (more than $200 in 1990, a lot for the time) and expected so much from. Sewing was my haven from the insanity of raising four hyper boys, my quilts were the only thing I did that stayed done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I asked around and everyone said I should get a Bernina. I didn't have a clue and about fainted when I saw the price tags for the first time. We were a single income family back then, more than a thousand dollars for a sewing machine was just unrealistic. But, I'm stubborn (actually, I prefer tenacious) and I had a very supportive spouse, so I started a little business of stenciling and faux painting, something very much of the times. After overhearing a quote of five hundred dollars, plus fabric (!), to make very simple valences, I hiked up my big girl pants and offered to do them for half that. Done and dusted!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My first Bernina was a used 1530, purchased in March of 1994. I was so thrilled with the precision that I took my first piecing project back to the store to show off what that magic machine let me do. They offered me a job! I credit that machine with giving me the right tool to get my career in quilting off to a great start. That machine would do anything I asked of it, leaving me free to explore new techniques and even create some of my own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have been trying to think of how many different Berninas I've had over the years and it made my head hurt. I've been blessed to be included, from time to time, in the loaner program, which has given me the opportunity to exploit the features of the newest machines. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've been a part of the Ambassador program since almost the beginning. It's a cool gig. We don't work for Bernina, but we do get perks, like loaner machines. But what I like most about being an Ambassador is having direct input on the development of new machines, their features and feet. (There are a couple of feet out there that I've had a hand in creating, cool beans, eh?) They really do listen to us (and you) as they work towards bringing new products to the market.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The old 1530 that launched my career, now more than twenty years old, is still chugging away, being loved my one of my sisters. Another sister sews on a 930 that I took in trade for teaching at a friend's shop (I really got the best end of that deal!) I helped one more of my sisters buy a Bernina of her own. (The other two sisters still have no interest in sewing, but hope springs eternal.) My two daughters-in-law, and my mom, sew on 707s that I found on ebay. (That's Amanda putting in a zipper like a pro.) Boy, those machines are little sweeties and they've been warned that I get first dibs if they ever decide to get rid of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If anyone had told me, back then, on the day I bought that machine, that I'd have an international career as a quilt teacher, that I'd publish several books, that I'd be on a national television show (more than once!), I would have laughed and laughed. I was just a mom who liked to make quilts, a little bit of a perfectionist (okay a lot, but I'm better now), pathologically curious, short on time but willing to find ways to make the most of those minutes. It all began with having the right tool for the job. Thanks, Bernina!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16.8px;">It's been an honor to be included in this blog hop. Be sure to check out </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16.8px;">the other BERNINA Ambassadors taking part. They are a stunningly talented group of crafters. (Don't quite know how I got in, but I'm going to enjoy it while I can!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://lynncarsonharris.com/" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #64cbcf; font-size: 15px; outline: 5px; text-decoration: none; transition: all 0.1s ease-in-out;"><u style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #0066cc;">Lynn Carson Harris</span></u></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #424242; font-size: 15px;"> harrislc@gmail.com</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://kellyquilter.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Kelly Ashton</a> kelly@kellyquilter.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://oohprettycolors.blogspot.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Diane Doran</a> info@dianedoran.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://melodycrust.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Melody Crust</a> melody@melodycrust.com</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tuesday March 21</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://kathydelaney.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Kathy Delaney</a> kathy@kathydelaney.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://christaquilts.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Christa Watson</a> christa@christaquilts.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://mandalei.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Mandy Leins</a> mandalei@gmail.com</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wednesday March 22</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://sandyfitzpatrick.wordpress.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Sandy Fitzpatrick</a> hissyfitz@earthlink.net</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.bethquilts.blogspot.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Beth Ferrier</a> beth@applewd.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://muppin.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Cheryl Sleboda</a> cherylsleboda@gmail.com</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thursday March 23</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://anniesmith.net/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Annie Smith</a> annie@anniesmith.net</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.theinboxjaunt.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Lori Kennedy</a> lckennedy@hotmail.com</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://blog.newleafstitches.com/" target="_blank">Kari Carr</a> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px;">kari@newleafstitches.com</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://catherineredford.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Catherine Redford</a> catherine@catherineredford.com</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Friday March 24</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://joannezsharpe.blogspot.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Joanne Sharpe</a> jzsharpe@yahoo.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.cherryblossomsquilting.com/blog/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Cherry Guidry</a> cherry@cherryblossomsquilting.com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://trashn2tees.com/" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Jenelle Montilone</a> jenelle@trashn2tees.com</span></div>
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It is a true blessing to be able to say that I have very few regrets in my life. Not going to France with French club my senior year in high school is one of them. But not taking art classes in high school, college and beyond has to top the list.<br />
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I've always been creative, yes, but I've never felt like an artist. It was decided for me, early on, that my talent was being smart, so I was funneled into math and science classes, with very little consideration given to what I wanted. Shoot, I was just a kid, what did I know? I was good at math and science, who doesn't like being good at something?<br />
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There's always been a yearning, though, to be able to translate what I see onto paper with pencil and paint. But like so many, I just want to be good at it now and I'm very frustrated that I'm not. This is where I get to repeat to myself one of the mottoes I fling at my students: Anything worth doing is worth doing badly for as long as it takes. Ouch. No one likes to be quoted back!<br />
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I signed up for a terrific class by my buddy <a href="http://joannesharpe.com/" target="_blank">Joanne Sharpe</a>. I've been playing along with her on her <a href="https://vimeo.com/190292949" target="_blank">"Artfully Inspired Life 2017"</a> workshop. It's been tons of fun, and slightly terrifying! We're making a mixed media (yikes) art journal (shiver), using tools and techniques that are solidly outside of my wheelhouse. Just to double down on the challenge, I also signed up for Joanne's <a href="https://vimeo.com/201967409" target="_blank">Fountain Pen Follie</a>s mini workshop. I can highly recommend them!<br />
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Joanne's (rightfully so) requested that we not post pictures of the actual lessons, so what I've shown here are my version of the exercises, and proof that I am inherently incapable of actually following instructions, no matter how good my intentions.<br />
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In addition to the on line workshops, the Fiber Artisan group I've joined here in Green Bay (lovely folks, second Tuesday of the month at 10 am), is working on playing with paints and other embellishments on fabric.<br />
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Since everything I do seems to relate back to applique in some way, my project from last month is a painted background. When I can decide what color the table cloth should be I'll get the rest of it done. Blue seems to have usurped red as my favorite neutral, but I'm pushing back a little on my desire to make everything blue. I'm open to suggestions!<br />
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It's taken me quite a while to get used to freedom from deadlines, and the expectations of being a responsible adult and business owner. The time to make mistakes is a glorious luxury that I can finally appreciate. Suddenly I'm doing things badly and having the time of my life!Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-92101808364200057212017-02-17T12:27:00.001-05:002017-02-17T12:27:04.577-05:00Busy girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't know whether I feel like a new woman, or my good old self, or if it's just the sun coming back after the darkness of winter, but either way, life is good. After a couple more doctor visits in January my heart has been declared healthy, the new arteries are fully compensating for the one that was lost. The irregular heart beat was found to be benign, and has been decreasing in frequency. Best of all, I'm off the strongest of the medications. I feel like the fog has lifted.<br />
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Even though I've been ignoring the blog, I've been a busy girl. I knit a bunch of stuff, fingerless mitts and socks, for my kidlets, which went off to their new owners without photographic documentation. I've been embroidering like a mad woman, and I'm taking a couple of online classes about art journaling. I've even been doing a little bit of applique, which I'll show you soon.<br />
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It's been a lot of fun to be "off task" for a while. I've had time to reacquaint myself with hand embroidery. The local embroidery guild has made a crazy quilt to raffle as a fund raiser. It was such a joy to work on that I almost went into mourning when I finished my block and had to turn it in.<br />
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We were each given a base block, already pieced, to embellish. Since this is way outside my normal comfort zone it was both scary and exciting to make the decisions for each space. I've been pouring over books on crazy quilting for ideas.<br />
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The hardest part for me was knowing when I had done enough. I think my normal style is a little spare. I like space. But spare is not commonly associated with crazy. Overall, I am rather pleased with the outcome. The block holds its own with the rest of the blocks. I'll be sure to post a picture of the full quilt when I get one. It's stunning.<br />
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I had originally planned to do a long post with little bits of everything I've been up to, but I've reconsidered. It's time to jump start the blog, get back into the swing of things. I've even started booking workshops again! Just wait until you see all of the neat stuff I have to show you!Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-56194809676979668472016-12-29T11:40:00.003-05:002016-12-29T11:40:59.709-05:00My new normal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Where do I start? That's always the problem, isn't it? If I knew where to begin I'd have begun long ago. It's true of so many of the things we want to do. Big deals rarely have obvious starting points. Sometimes there are so many "but firsts" to get in line before actually beginning that finding the beginning is almost impossible.<br />
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On the day in early December that I had planned to be attending the annual Bernina Ambassador Reunion I instead found myself being admitted to the hospital. The Reunion is seriously fun. It's two days of learning all sorts of new techniques and features of the newest Bernina sewing machines. It's also two days of networking with other professionals in the quilting industry. It's hard to measure which aspect is more pleasing.<br />
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I had been working like a fiend to finish the quilting on Christmas Yet to Come for the Reunion's show and tell. If you don't mind my saying so, it's a spectacular quilt and who doesn't love drawing gasps of delight from an audience? And this audience contains some of the brightest stars of the industry (how I got in I'll never know, but I'm forever grateful for it), we all want to show ourselves at our best.<br />
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Meanwhile I've had this thing going on in my chest. You may remember that I had a heart attack last March, the 7th to be exact. (The symptoms started right after the final episode of Downton Abbey aired, feel free to draw your own conclusions.) They put in a stent to open a blocked artery, congratulated me on getting to the hospital so early that no damage was done to the heart muscle and sent me off to have a nice life. Which I happily did, until September.<br />
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It started with an occasional, weird thumping heart beat, something I've never experienced before. Nothing dramatic, really, just a "hmm, that's different" sort of thing. With a shrug of my shoulders I remembered that I had a regular check up with the cardiologist coming in a few weeks and it's probably nothing anyway.<br />
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The thumping continued, becoming more frequent, and soon came to include some mild versions of the symptoms I felt at the time of the heart attack. So, onto the treadmill for a stress test. Yeah, there's something wrong, but nothing remarkable. New meds. Reaction to new meds. Other new meds.<br />
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The morning of the Reunion I awoke with jaw pain. I as I lay in bed I came to terms with missing the Reunion, the two hundred dollar non-refundable hotel room, had a small pity party complete with ugly crying, and then called the cardiologist. By the end of the day I was in the hospital and scheduled for another catheterization. A blood test showed that I wasn't actually having another heart attack, but the cath was the next right step to figure out what was going on with me. The head cardiac care nurse came in to explain the procedure and, in a very round about way, that my tests didn't show any serious problems and this was all probably in my head. I told her I've been in my head and it's not there. I've done anxiety, and this isn't it.<br />
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This is what's called burying the lead. I've finally, all these paragraphs later come to the point of the story. There <i>was</i> something wrong with my heart, something very wrong indeed. The stent had closed with scar tissue. I once again had a complete blockage of my right coronary artery, exactly what lead to the heart attack in March.<br />
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If you'll forgive my language, this was a serious WTF moment for the doc. My own cardiologist wasn't available to do the cath, so one of his partners did it. They were so surprised by the finding that they called my doc to the operating room, saying that he had to see this!<br />
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By all rights, I should have had another heart attack, but it seems that during all those weeks of weird thumping and all, my heart had been busy creating its very own bypass system, growing tiny new arteries in place to compensate for the big one closing. I am absurdly proud of my creative, industrious little heart.<br />
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I must give props to my doc, and also to the head cardiac nurse. My own doc took my discomfort very seriously and scheduled the tests. The nurse came in the following day and congratulated me on knowing my own body, acting as my own advocate and insisting on care. I guess this is a pretty rare situation, so, once again I get to serve as a warning to others.<br />
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So, to my new normal. I've been adjusting to even more new meds, these are targeted to help the new arteries finish their growth and completely replace the artery lost to the blockage. I'm still living with the thumping, and side symptoms, and while they've only abated a little, they're not so scary. The worst had happened, the artery is closed, and I lived anyway. I have to decide if I can live with this as my new normal or face other, more specialized procedures, possibly, ultimately, bypass surgery. It's been a lot to process. Adapting to new medications is always a challenge for me. A part of my brain seems to be focused on those new arteries, encouraging them in their work, leaving me distracted and turned inwards.<br />
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For all of its challenges, 2016 will go down as the year I lived anyway, twice. It seems clear to me that there is something yet that I'm meant to do, and I'm hoping and praying that I don't figure it out anytime soon. For the past couple of years life has been something that's happened to me, I've been pretty content with rolling with the punches and waiting to see how it all works out. Lately, though, I've been thinking it might be time to pick a direction and get going. I mean, seriously, if you don't know where you're going, how can you tell if you're making good time?<br />
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Who doesn't like a challenge from time to time? A few weeks ago, <a href="http://www.craftsy.com/" target="_blank">Craftsy</a> (my favorite place to find online classes on all things crafty) sent out a challenge. They had a handful of these t-shirts in size ginormous left over from an event. What to do with them? They challenged us, a group of Craftsy teachers to find a creative use for them. They sent me two, but I greedily set one aside for a sleep shirt, and set out to turn the other into something interesting.<br />
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I spent a long time thinking about how to use the fabric, but what I kept coming back to was how stretchy it was. I also wondered how creative it would be to use fabric as fabric, not so impressive, eh? The more I looked at it the more it looked like yarn to me.<br />
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So I cut it into noodles. Oodles of noodles. (Sorry, couldn't resist.) I let that stew for a while. (See what I did there?) I was extra careful to cut the fabric in a spiral so I'd end up with one long strand.<br />
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Then I stretched the strand into worms. In the process all of the seams let loose. So much for one long strand! What surprised me was how stretchy the worms remained. I had thought that the worms would become stable lengths, but no, they still stretched like crazy.<br />
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My first thought was to knit them. I cut the strands as narrow as I dared thinking I might turn them into fingerless mitts. It quickly became clear that I wouldn't have enough to knit up much, especially while hanging on to the second shirt. (If I had come up with an idea that was super cool and needed the other shirt, you bet I would have cut it up.) The strands were also knitting up very densely and still super stretchy. Hmm.<br />
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Perhaps I could weave the strands. This was interesting too, but also very stretchy. I kept thinking that it would be silly to make something that didn't take advantage of the stretch. And then I remembered that I know how to crochet.<br />
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It's a market bag! The strands had to be knotted together so I decided all the ends would be a design element. I used the collar for the strap. It doesn't look like much lying there.<br />
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But does it ever expand! This is a fraction of what it will hold. Honestly, I don't think I have the strength to carry it filled. I like how it sort of cradles the contents which will make it easier to manage bulky items. I think it will be terrific when farmers' markets come back around. It will hold produce nicely, and it's machine washable! So, tell me, what would you do with t-shirt?Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-13981022335574932452016-11-03T09:40:00.000-05:002016-11-03T09:40:59.625-05:00First Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my earliest memories is learning to embroider. That little hoop immediately felt at home in my hand. French knots, stem stitch and lazy daisies seemed like little acts of magic. I might have been the only kindergartner with a thread stash. (That's my name tag for the embroidery guild above.)<br />
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Since then I've spent a life time exploring other fiber techniques, anything involving a needle and thread. But embroidery has always called to me.<br />
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It's been rather a joy to have time to revisit my first love. Designing and stitching this little pillow had me giggling for days. (Easily amused, but then never lacking for entertainment.) For so many years I've been all about machine work (not that there's anything wrong with that!) Hand embroidery seem like a distraction.<br />
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The local embroidery guild has been a wonderful discovery. We're working on a crazy quilt as our fundraiser for next year.<br />
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My style tends to be more clean, less fussy than the exuberant excess of traditional crazy quilt design, so it's been a challenge for me to up my game. This block is my first, made as part of a workshop for the quilt guild back in March. I can see now, looking at it here, that it's not quite as done as I thought. That "B" looks awfully lonely over there, perhaps I could add some beads in the background.<br />
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This is my block for the embroidery guild raffle quilt. I'm just getting started, but loving the process. I do love swirly, curly things. There will be a button bouquet in the center. I like the green rick rack, but the black embroidery has to go, not enough contrast with the busy fabric in the lower right corner.<br />
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Turns out embroidery is playing a role in the new applique book I'm considering. The Wash Away Applique sheets threw open the doors to all sorts of easy, elegant, effusive embellishment. (How's that for a book subtitle?) But there are decisions to be made before I can really go forward. More on that in the next post. Meanwhile, I'm off to stitch with the crazy quilters.<br />
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<br />Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-88444623150350209502016-10-29T10:37:00.000-05:002016-10-29T10:37:04.062-05:00Going up?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the crazy things about our backyard is there is no easy way to get to the top. It's a fairly steep hill, with a four foot high retaining wall. It's wonderfully private. There's a nice flat spot near the top that will make a lovely spot for reading or coffee, but only if you have billy goat in your ancestry.<br />
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Last summer we still owned the house in Saginaw, so our budget for improvements was pretty limited. This summer we had a little more to play with, so the first thing we did was cut a staircase into the wall. Of course, I'm using the royal "we" here. I think up these crazy things and Kent is a willing participant.<br />
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Aren't they wonderful? It was decided that the new railroad ties needed to be stained to match the existing ones and Kent set out to accomplish that one morning while I was out. He said he knew pretty much at the first brush that the color was wrong. But the color had looked right in the store, so maybe he needed to do more just to be sure. After a while, even though he was convinced that the color was wrong, he had already done so much that he decided he might as well finish. Luckily he ran out of stain.<br />
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I had to laugh. We've all done it, haven't we? We push on, even though our gut is telling us we're on the wrong path. The rationale can be so silly: we bought a whole gallon of the paint, the store for replacement is closed, it will quilt out. Pretty soon we're so far in that going back seems impossible. So instead of trusting ourselves enough to quit at a false start, we plow on until there's no way to redeem the project. Not only is the project spoiled, but we had a miserable time doing it!<br />
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We don't know what to do next, it's a good quality stain, even sand blasting hardly made a dent. I'm hoping that a little weathering will do the trick. Because I'm an incorrigible optimist I'm hoping that an answer will present itself next spring when the snow thaws. Keen eyes will notice the stone stairs going in at the top of the hill. There are a few more steps to go, but by next summer we'll be able to easily get around in this crazy, vertical garden.<br />
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<br />Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-13430916872609486022016-10-27T01:10:00.000-05:002016-10-27T01:10:21.740-05:00Fall in Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my latest quilting project, I'm calling it Fall in Love. It will be a small wall hanging, about 18" square, I think, The background hasn't been decided yet, so that may change.<br />
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Choosing fabrics and color theory seems to be something that either terrifies or mystifies many quilters. I know I can over think myself right into paralysis. Any time I try to study color I'm stumped by the terminology. I'm a scientist, not an artist. Color theory seems like alchemy to me.<br />
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But then there's tenacity I've mentioned. My response to the question "can I?" has always been "how badly do you want it?" So, I've been working out a system to make color (fabric) choices easier. Using just five values (Light, Light Medium, Medium, Dark Medium and Dark), I've marked up my templates in preparation for fabric selection.<br />
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The entire piece is considered when making the value choices. The decisions about where the shadows and highlight fall are all made before I start cutting the individual shapes apart. This means that I can work on one leaf at a time, working out the fabric choices for each segment of a leaf without worrying about any other piece in the quilt. This is so much more manageable, don't you think?<br />
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Having sexy batiks like this is my stash means that I really only needed two different fabrics to make this green leaf. The templates were already marked for their values, (light, medium, dark), so I just needed to find those values on the fabric.<br />
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Notice how the left side of the applique is lighter, brighter, while the right side becomes darker? It's a simple matter of using value to guide my fabric choices. Value does all the work while color gets all the credit. Next I'll share some tips on machine stitching the piece and adding even more dimension.<br />
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They say that good friends can be apart for ages and just pick up where they left off when they finally get together again. I've found it to be true. So, my good friends, it's lovely to see you again!<br />
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I've been quiet these past months for several reasons. It's been a time of reflection, of where I've been, where I am and where I want to go. I'm still struggling with the idea of retirement. I desperately miss teaching. But I've also come to enjoy the luxury of doing what ever I please instead of chasing the next deadline.<br />
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It's been a time of exploration. Green Bay has so much to offer. I've become a serial joiner. I'm like the proverbial bad penny, showing up at any fiber related group that will have me. What a joy it's been to commune with spinners, weavers, knitters, embroiderers and lots of quilters. I've been playing with some of the artsy-fartsy stuff I've been collecting over the years, saved for the day when I had more time.<br />
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It's been a time of frustration. While I refuse to allow this blog to be political, I am passionate about the direction our country is going. I hate the name calling, the haughtiness, and general disrespect people have for folks of the opposing point of view. How will we ever be <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E_pluribus_unum" target="_blank">E Pluribus Unum</a> if we can't even speak civilly to one another?<br />
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I'm frustrated with the constant "look at me, look at me!!!" that the quilting industry has embraced. The marketing part of my job has never been comfortable for me. I've always wanted my work to be my voice, not my ability to garner a zillion likes on Facebook.<br />
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I've been reminded lately, of how very contrary I am. I almost named my business "The Contrary Quilter". The more I am told that I must, I should, I can't, the more I respond with I won't, you can't make me, and just watch me prove you wrong. On the one hand, tenacity has brought me the success I've enjoyed. But stubbornness is its evil twin and can get me into all sorts of trouble.<br />
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It's been a time of growth. I've been making things. Over the summer I've dyed things, pounded flowers into fabric, strung up a few beads, colored on paper and fabric, just to name a few. It's crazy exhilarating to spend an afternoon exploring a new technique and then be able to carelessly toss the results away, making it all about the process. But most importantly, I've made some friends.<br />
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In my next post (which I am writing in this same sitting, not in another three month), I'll show you my progress on the autumn quilt shown above. It's part of the direction I'm exploring for my next big thing.<br />
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Thanks for waiting for me, I've missed you.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-78488184774366574242016-07-18T13:08:00.000-05:002016-07-18T13:08:50.721-05:00The day I came back to lifeWe all have those pivotal moments in our lives that we can look back on and see exactly where our path changed. I had a moment like that back in the fall of 1993, as clear as the ringing of a bell. I was working on a quilt, using a crappy sewing machine that fought me on every stitch. Quilting was my haven from the hectic life of raising four rambunctious boys, it was the only thing I did that stayed done. I loved everything about quilting, especially the math-yness, the puzzling out the numbers of yardage, pieces to cut, the order of construction. Kent found me sobbing in frustration as I ripped out <i>again, </i>a seam that my machine couldn't manage. Somehow, in that moment, I knew that quilting was "my thing", it was going to be "my thing". Because he believes in me more than I can ever understand, we figured out how to get me the machine I needed (a used Bernina 1530), and, well, here I am today.<br />
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For twenty years I knew who I was and where I was going, and I was making good time. The boys were growing up into fine young men (much to my relief) and my career in quilting was successful beyond my wildest dreams. Opportunities weren't just knocking on my door, they were pounding and I said yes, come in, have a seat, make yourself at home. It was exciting, fulfilling, challenging and meaningful.<br />
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And then the wheels came off in a slow motion crash and burn. There wasn't any bright moment of enlightenment, but a slow dawning that I was tired and unhappy. I felt pigeon-holed, trapped by my own success, and that I had used up all of my smart words. So I stopped saying yes to everything, and finally stopped saying yes to anything. This was supposed to make me happy.<br />
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Instead, I found myself in this weird sort of limbo. Having this luxury of time, but without focus, feels rather self-indulgent and wasteful. Don't get me wrong, I've been having all sorts of fun being off task. There are knitting groups, embroidery guilds, fiber artisan groups, spinning groups, and quilting guilds galore. I've joined them all, met some really terrific people and learned some wonderful stuff.<br />
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At the same time I've come to see that this life of going with the flow doesn't really suit me. I'm just too young to be this old. I've realized that I have a few words left that someone might yet like to hear. I've remembered that I get to be in charge of who I am and where I go, and I have mad skills!<br />
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When I look back on this time, twenty years from now, I want to see this as the day I came back to my life. I'll see all of the growth that came in my time off, even the time that felt wasted because it taught me what feels restful. I'll see that the path wasn't straight, that I often didn't even know where it was going, but I still went, and darned if I didn't make good time.<br />
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Maybe it's silly to think I can look back from the future, but I'm going to go with it. How else do we find purpose and direction for our lives? All I know is that I've flunked retirement. Watch out world, I have no idea what comes next, any more than I did in ninety-three, but I just know it's going to be awesome.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-67696645662216126052016-03-28T10:05:00.001-05:002016-03-28T10:05:44.276-05:00About the yellow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There was no doubt that the applique needed some yellow. It was always just a matter of how the yellow would get there. Originally I had intended to embroider simple flowers, just lazy daisies, in several shades of yellow pearl cotton. I even stitched a few in place. But it just didn't work for me.<br />
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I decided to just stumble ahead and hope that an idea would present itself, and it finally did. I've been trying to be less literal in my applique design. I think my science background just hungers for accuracy. But my flower garden isn't a faithful rendition of any real flowers. I could call them zinnias, or cottage roses and you'd probably go along. And all those circles I like to toss in, what are those supposed to be in real life?<br />
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It occurred to me that if random circles are okay, perhaps commas could work. It's a shape that I like a lot. It's the shape of a single feather in traditional quilting. It's a paisley, or a petal. They have a bit of motion, with that little curve by the point.<br />
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I used a pencil to sketch out the shapes, using the original placement lines for the embroidery flowers to suggest the size. (I've traced over them with sharpie here so they are easier to see.)<br />
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Working with the same fabrics from the yellow pieced block, I made up a few, just to test out the idea, and I liked it!<br />
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Since I figured I'd roughly need about six thousand templates (slight exaggeration, it's actually closer to a hundred), I recreated the shapes using my Silhouette and let the machine do the cutting.<br />
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Yeah, that's a little bit of yellow there. I didn't plan, just made an assortment using three different yellow fabrics and three different sizes of commas.<br />
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So, I'm busy stitching down commas. My literal brain really wants to add a couple of green lazy daisies to the base of each comma, just to give them a place to grow from, you know? But I'm resisting. At this point it's hard to tell if what I'm adding is improving the design or just a ploy to prevent me from finishing.<br />
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Thanks so much for all your kind comments and concern. I'm feeling terrific. I've worked through the shock of having a heart attack, which is something that happens to other people, and celebrating the extra time I have been given.<br />
<br />Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-39475052818630945992016-03-11T08:53:00.001-05:002016-03-11T10:27:51.851-05:00Happy to still be hereThere is no other way to say it than to just say it. In the early hours of March 7, 2016 I had a heart attack. I'm fine. Honestly. Because I knew the early warning signs, which are very different in women, I got to the hospital in plenty of time to avoid permanent damage to my heart.<br />
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I won't go into all the gory details, just suffice it to say that the monstrous heart burn and jaw pain were enough <a href="http://www.heart.org/HEARTORG/Conditions/HeartAttack/WarningSignsofaHeartAttack/Heart-Attack-Symptoms-in-Women_UCM_436448_Article.jsp#.VuLJE_krKUk" target="_blank">early warning</a> to have me concerned. The nausea and lightheadedness that followed sealed the deal.<br />
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The five minute drive to the hospital gave me just enough time to consider my mortality and be grateful for matching (and clean) underwear (not that anyone besides me noticed). Just mention chest pain and you won't be wearing much very quickly.<br />
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The first blood test was inconclusive, the second blood test changed all that, and the third blood test had me bundled off to the cath lab for some quality time with a balloon and a stent to repair a completely blocked right artery.<br />
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Within 36 hours my blood enzyme levels had returned to normal levels and I was sent home to start my new life as a heart attack survivor. Because we got there so early in the attack I have nearly no damage to my heart. It's funny, on one hand I don't feel any different at all. I'm still me, and yet everything has changed. I'm shopping for stylish medical alert bracelets and nitro pill holders.<br />
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The hardest part was telling my family. To be honest, I felt pretty ashamed, certain that I had brought this on myself. The <a href="https://www.aurorabaycare.com/ahc/portal/BayCare/MedicalServices/HeartLungAndVascular/!ut/p/b1/hdDbjqJAFAXQb-kP0DolpVU8lqDIVZACgReCTQ8tyqVRh8vXjyb9NEnPnLedrOzsHJSgeIYpI0uggJcoQkmd_T4X2f3c1Nn1lZNVutaMkChkv8EBAeDM04iz3wGAhI4o3j5V_FTww3H4f0nyTSSL8xcxTQ66scFYDbYSAP4b7EKPvoCm01CTgNFv8I8N8RPQH1doKyRQBCT1y7HVp8t0KCdvugkuiZOhY3EcbNX1HLEZbcdw7FLvsXXsbdXv7xYHf_MFwtm5eXgI1ly9xmZQIAMl51M179-rOcxXhEkL_PyyzBYyliUUuvFIlZvdq1xJjdjVhrah93J2yEvty1qbaiR_mrU7yF7f5bQsiL2so-baPQpdkWV5m5JbseQPMrQ8ibM642UrwOSWvs8uF-eDWXkZCKLb-_bcuVHa0Hgt6urdvPs5sJFeT59ml93MUxLUxqJhSddoneLy4ddD-NXUv70hZ9dUH6hKunF2OTDMpOIPi0pI1g!!/dl4/d5/L2dBISEvZ0FBIS9nQSEh/" target="_blank">marvelous cardiac care nurses</a> assured me that being embarrassed was a waste of good energy. I don't have any underlying conditions, despite being overweight, my blood pressure and cholesterol are just fine. Let's face it: my sole purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others. If just one woman's heart is also spared because of what happened to me then I've done my job.<br />
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I made sure to call my sons myself. I didn't want them to have even a moment's panic while Kent got from "Mom had a heart attack" to "but she's okay". I figured if they heard my voice they would already be reassured. My youngest son assured me that I couldn't die, I didn't have the most fabric yet. (Yeah, he's a keeper.)<br />
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I'll be on special meds for at least a year while my body gets comfortable with the stent. It will take a little while to get all of my energy back and to get past that feeling of fragility that comes when a crucial body part misbehaves.<br />
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It seems that having such a great outcome means there must be something left for me to do in this world, hopefully still a long way off. What ever it might be, I'm already back to putting the finishing touches on A Fine Romance. I think I can be forgiven for missing the Tuesday deadline for basting the thing. I was in the hospital with a heart attack after all. (I plan to claim "heart attack" now anytime I feel the need to princess out, I'm going to milk it for all its worth.)<br />
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If you're a woman, or love a woman, please make sure you understand what a heart attack looks like so you can have the same great outcome as I have. <a href="https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=heart%20attack%20symptoms%20in%20women" target="_blank">Just google it</a> and read several articles. It might just save your life too.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-64471628474702735562016-03-04T10:53:00.001-05:002016-03-04T10:53:36.703-05:00Making Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hoped that laying out the finished parts of <a href="http://www.craftsy.com/pattern/quilting/home-decor/a-fine-romance---introduction/131309" target="_blank">A Fine Romance</a> would light a fire under me, and it has, sort of. You can see that all that remains to be appliqued is half of one border, and some parts in the corners where the seams come together. Nothing much, really, compared to the work done so far.<br />
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It hasn't taken much to stall the project and I'm trying to figure out why. I've always thought that projects become UFOs for good reason. Often it's because we are unsure of the next step, or we lose faith in the outcome. I realized that I was going to be short of leaves and the burden of making more leaves was almost crushing. Honestly. I didn't count when I started making the leaves. We were holed up in the extended stay hotel when I was working on them and we were so stressed that even counting leaves was iffy. Turns out I only needed leaves that tip to the left, I still have a big old pile of leaves that tip to the right.<br />
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Being a few leaves short of a border (a teacup short of a place setting, a sandwich short of a picnic) I figured this would be a great time to put that <a href="http://www.silhouetteamerica.com/" target="_blank">Silhouette</a> back to work. After just a little experimentation the trusty machine was spitting out lovely, perfect templates for the needed leaves. In the end it took less than two hours to make 25 more leaves. (It would have been less time but I was binging on old <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/downtonabbey/" target="_blank">Downton Abbey</a> episodes and one must look up to ogle the dresses.)<br />
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So, the last half of the border is now pinned in place and I'm stitching away. Quilt guild meeting is next Tuesday and I have a half-hearted goal of having the top together so I can use the church tables to baste the quilt. There, I've said it, it's out in the universe, perhaps that will shame me into getting it done.<br />
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On the personal front, we have finally accepted an offer on the Saginaw house. Yay! We have every digit crossed that all the dotting of the Is and crossing of the Ts will go smoothly. That wonderful old house needs to be loved and it sounds like the buyers are just the right folks to do it.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-35193637194079854962016-02-14T09:14:00.000-05:002016-02-14T09:14:05.371-05:00Testing, testing, 1-2-3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I first learned to applique (way back in the dark ages), there was a lot about the process I didn't like. There seemed to be a lot of extra steps, making extra work without extra value. I think in another life time I might have been an efficiency engineer. I love the idea of doing my best work with the least amount of effort. Streamlining the process is what has lead me to the technique I call "<a href="http://www.ctpub.com/more-hand-applique-by-machine-ebook/" target="_blank">Hand Applique by Machine</a>" (or, as Craftsy prefers <a href="http://www.craftsy.com/ext/BethFerrier_162_H" target="_blank">"Machine Finished Hand Applique"</a>).<br />
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Instead of sewing everything twice (basting), I glue baste, for example. And to avoid the step of removing the freezer paper, I developed <a href="http://applewd.com/supplies/Supplies1.html" target="_blank">Wash Away Applique Sheets</a>.<br />
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Another tedious, but vital, step in the process is cutting out the templates. I tried to make it quicker by stapling and cutting multiple layers of templates, and that works just fine. But what if we could just send a little file to a machine and hey, presto! perfect templates? It's just as easy as sending a document to the printer, but this machine spits out applique!<br />
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I've considered all sorts of die cutting options. The problem with die cutting machines is that the sizes are set, a die for a rose will only ever make a rose that size. But a file for an electronic cutter can be scaled to any size! Look at all those perfect templates, cut from my WAAS.<br />
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I've been playing with my <a href="http://blog.silhouetteamerica.com/" target="_blank">Silhouette Cameo</a>. I'm learning how to use the design tools, which are really pretty simple.<br />
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I love that I can make perforated lines for the internal shapes, which will make it very easy to keep the parts of a motif together. There is also a process for writing on the shapes, which will help in organizing the shapes for a large project. I'll be playing with that next.<br />
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I'm not completely happy with this project yet. I really don't like my fabric choices, so I'll be reworking it and making it again. But I am thrilled with the possibilities of easily cutting my applique templates, just look at those perfect circles, imagine being able to make them in any size! I wonder, though, is this a gadget that applique quilters could love? Would you be tempted by a pattern that included a file for an electronic die cutter?Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-59895238167300129742016-02-12T00:30:00.000-05:002016-02-12T00:30:15.818-05:00Because I am a clutz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I really should know better than to leave a cup of coffee near anything I value. This time it was just a few splatters on the unsewn end of one of the applique borders. It would have been luckier if it had been on the border that isn't sewn yet, but I don't know anyone who plans on being a dork.<br />
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Most of the coffee washed out, what remains will just add to the subtle variations already in the fabric. Despite my best efforts, washing out the coffee also meant getting part of the applique wet. This half of the center rose was left unstitched, waiting for the remaining applique shapes to be pinned in place.<br />
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After washing I tossed the border into the dryer. I certainly didn't want to leave it sitting wet, a sure invitation to any colors that might feel like a jog into the background fabric. I had to leave the house, and I didn't want to leave the border all jumbled up in the dryer, especially if it didn't get entirely dry. So I spread the border out on the cutting table and slipped a ruler under the applique to protect the background from the slightly damp fabric.<br />
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The piece got wet enough to release some of the glue basted edges. Some of the Wash Away Applique Sheet templates also started to disintegrate, but a little quality time with a glue stick will fix this right up. Disaster averted this time, but somehow I doubt that I've actually learned my lesson.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822647.post-72565574880152775422016-02-10T00:02:00.000-05:002016-02-10T00:02:01.357-05:00A silk painted rose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This little rose was my first attempt at painting on silk. I was hooked from the start. I have signed up for two more classes and set up a nice little space in the basement for the delightfully messy stuff. On this piece, I've used clear gutta to define the shapes. Gutta is a resist to contain the flow of the paint to specific areas, acting like a sort of dam to hold back the paint.<br />
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After the gutta was washed out I found that I lost some of the paint with it, especially in the center. I also ended up with white silk showing where the stems were meant to go, which I liked because it just begs for embellishment.<br />
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Silk is very slippery and thin, so I ironed a hunk of Wash Away Applique Sheet to the wrong side as a stabilizer, and hauled out my box of silk embroidery floss. My first thought was to replace the missing paint in the center with embroidery stitches.<br />
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Nope. The blending of shades of pink didn't work as hoped. The stitching just looked clunky and forced, so it got picked away. The nice thing about silk is that it's pretty tough and the holes just closed right in.<br />
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What it needed was a more refined hand. I started in the center of the rose, outlining each petal, using the stitches to replace the lines that the gutta had left. As I worked, though, I felt that perhaps, once again, I was being to literal. As I got to the buds I decided to let the lines be a little more abstract, unfinished, more sketched in than actual outlines.<br />
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By the time I got to the last leaves I realized that thinner lines would be even better, so I used just two strands of the six stranded floss here. If I were starting over, I think I'd go even finer, something to try next time.<br />
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Here it is. I love how the leaves look. Best of all, this little slip of a project (it's just about 4 by 6 inches) has left me thinking about how I would do the next one differently. I won't try to fix this any further, I think I've learned all it has to tell me.<br />
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What a luxury for me, creating these little cast-offs, just little bits of this or that I can use for trying out new ideas. It seems like forever since I've had the time to "waste" on things that may not turn out. Deadlines can do that to you. It's taken me a long time to unwind from the deadline rat race too, to leave behind that feeling that every moment must be productive or I will fail, disappoint or come up short. A feeling that's left me entirely unproductive, paralyzed, feeling guilty and a little lost. Finally I am looking forward to not getting it right the first time. I have entered the joyful land of the do-over.<br />
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I love everything about winter except for the short days. Well, I love everything about winter that can be enjoyed from the inside looking out. Since my inner child has been playing with matches for years, the colder weather suits me just fine. But the short, dark days take their toll and by Christmas I'm ready to hibernate. While it feels like I can sense every minute of daylight added to the days in January, it takes until the middle of February for me to be convinced that spring truly will come again. And then I begin to come back to life.<br />
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Stitching the long borders on A Fine Romance can be tricky. With dozens and dozens of pins holding the applique shapes in place it can be downright painful to do all the twisting and turning needed to stitch down the curvy shapes.<br />
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After cursing (and bleeding) my way through the side borders I decided to pin just half of the longer top and bottom border shapes in place. The empty end of the border can be folded up and pinned together to help reduce the bulk. The pinned end (you can see it behind the sewing machine) is rolled up too. It does make it easier to turn the border fabric, but it also stands some of the pins straight up. Ouch. A good book on my iPod helps to pass the time.<br />
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The diagram for the top and bottom borders seems to trail half way across the studio floor, the remaining motifs are spread out on the shorter table. I suspect that I will run out of leaves, I lost count somewhere along the way, and I may need to make a little more bias strips to finish up the vines. But I've pinned one end of the two remaining borders, and one of those has been stitched down. I've been listening to<a href="http://www.audible.com/series/ref=a_lib_c3D__vsml_1_17?asin=B005NAT5K8" target="_blank"> Alex Berenson's John Wells spy series</a>. I have three more books in the series to go. I wonder if that will be enough to finish the borders.Beth Ferrierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00935777033454211882noreply@blogger.com6