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Sew Kindness–free design

 

for you--design from Fil Tire' and Fancywork Frames and Phrases, shown on a greeting card

for you–design from Fil Tire’ and Fancywork Frames and Phrases, shown on a greeting card

 

For some time now, I have been awed by the inherent kindness and generosity of stitchers.  There might be one bad apple in a basket, but the rest of the needleworker bushel is all sweet Honeygold.  The “Sisterhood of the Needle” spreads goodness indiscriminately to friends, loved ones and strangers.

 

I bet YOU are a good apple, a sweet Honeygold.

I bet YOU are a good apple, a sweet Honeygold.

 

Lately, examples of this goodness keep popping up in front of me.  Let me tell you about a few…… Continue reading

Crabby Old Man

Laurel brings smiles to nursing home residents.

My kind hearted daughter-in-law (in black pants standing just behind Laurel) has always had a soft spot for the elderly. She strives to nurture this trait in her children by example and by regularly offering opportunities for them to interact with senior citizens.

So what does this have to do with sewing?  Well, it made me think that perhaps I should follow her example and reach out to this fragile age group, giving them a few sewn gifts and a few hours of my time.

Of course, it is always a joy to sew for family and friends, especially the children.  But it wouldn’t hurt me one little bit to reach a little further and periodically stitch for those at the other end of the age spectrum, especially some forgotten nursing home patients.

Before my sweet Aunt Aileen passed away last year, I found great pleasure in taking her special little presents, like this lap robe.  She treasured the soft, personalized fleece throw, as well as a satin pillow embroidered with her name,  made by her sister Rheeta.

It gave me a warm glow every time I thought of her snuggled under that warm blanket. But my gifts and visits were all for her, not for any other residents.

my Aunt Aileen, 1921-2011

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Almost Ruined Wedding

This post is only marginally sewing related (skip down for Sewing Related) but it is too funny not to share.  Of course, at the time, it didn’t seem quite so hilarious.

Rheeta Jordan

 

It’s about the wedding of my Aunt Rheeta’s delightful, sweet granddaughter Jordan who was married two weeks ago.

 

Jeff Jordan crop

 

She has always worked tirelessly with her father, my cousin Jeff, who is pastor of Freedom Worship Center in Omaha. This spring she graduated from University of Nebraska.

The wedding was held at a lovely botanical garden, with all the natural beauty and wildlife of the area.  This pictures shows Jordan with her dearest friends and cousins.

 

bridal party pics

 

Moments later, about 50 feet from the group, the photographer spotted this bridesmaid wannabe, dressed in matching black and white!

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Shirley’s Beautiful Altar Cloth

hardanger embroidery with hemstitching on altar cloth point

After whining about my  communion cloth disappointment, I was so heartened and touched by the kind comments posted by several dear readers.  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.

Terri’s words really struck home and I am holding on to it.  She said, “.. the day is not about your linens, but the Time with our Lord and the communion… Say a prayer and give it to God. HE is the only thing perfect!”

Then I followed  your unanimous advice and pressed the heavily starched “linen look” cloth.  These past few days, it’s been really hot here in Florida, so we’ve kept the air conditioning running non-stop.  I hope that helps the fabric maintain the artificial crispness from today’s session at the ironing board.

Without seeing it, the Worship Committee said to put the cloth on the altar this morning before worship service.  That will give me an opportunity to take pictures which I will post soon.  With the whole view of how it hangs, you can better judge if it is acceptable.

Shirley, who is extremely accomplished in a multitude of needlearts, wrote privately with sweet words of encouragement as well as some very interesting information about sewing church linens. Also included were these pictures of a spectacular altar cloth she just finished, one of a set of three.

She has been a church organist for many years and has been played in many sanctuaries.  She said: Continue reading

Decisions: To the Garden or the Sewing Room?

Each day I struggle with this decision.  Gloriosa lilies or Swiss batiste?  Weeding or smocking? Roses or lace?  Lately, more often than not, I have chosen the garden over the sewing room. Very soon here in Florida it will be too hot to do anything outside but suffer. Now is the time to garden. But still, my sewing room calls.

Okay, so I have done a little sewing on the spa wraps for Laurel’s spa-tacular 8th birthday party next week.  But mostly, I have sewn at night. I finished the first wrap in the wee hours this morning.

 

spa wrap all

 

Because there are 9 party guests,  I still have 8 to make.  These are not difficult, but the sequence of steps is important.  Now that I have that figured out, the  rest should go together fairly quickly. Then  10 matching doll wraps must be made.

That makes 20 white towel projects, more than enough to qualify for White Wednesday at Faded Charm.  Check out this beautiful site.

 

A wrap close

 

Except for the velcro and the 10 white bath towels, all the materials were on hand.  Each wrap will have a gingham ruffle, but the ribbon may be lime green or aqua or red.  This should make a dent in my ribbon stash.

Spring in Florida is always a glorious time, but with the drought and cool weather, it has come later this year.

For those readers who are gardeners, the remainder of this post is a tour of my yard and a peek at this Florida spring.

 

It took several years to train this jasmine to climb up the tree. Now, it climbs a few feet each year.  We need to edge the driveway.

It took several years to train this jasmine to climb up the tree. Now, it climbs a few feet each year. We need to edge the driveway.

 

The sweet, heavy scent of the Confederate jasmine covers the wrought iron porch rail and climbs up several palm trees.  Its perfume is a constant distraction when I try to get anything accomplished in the house.

 

jasmine rail

The perfume from the jasmine is just heavenly.

 

Bob and I often sit on the porch after dinner and enjoy the scent and the mild spring weather.  I just planted purple torenia in the little pots on the tables but they aren’t blooming yet.

 

front porch

 

My Knockout roses in the front did, indeed, knock themselves out at Easter, as seen in this photo with grandchildren Robert and Laurel.   But today they are nearly flowerless as they quietly grow the next flush of blossoms.  Now they need rose food, deadheading and more pruning.  That takes time away from sewing.

 

RL-Easter

 

Our bougainvilleas froze to the ground this winter.  They required a lot of careful pruning–they have vicious 2″ thorns– and training the canes back up against the trellis.  I doubted they would recover from the freeze, but in just 3 short months this is how it has grown!

 

bouganvillia red

This bougainvillea is just outside my sewing room window and at one end of the back porch.

I look out at these beauties as I stitch in my sewing room.

 

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Another frozen bougainvillea at the other end of the back porch.

 

This one also froze and recovered beautifully.  Our kitchen table is just inside the window on the left.  So we look out at these when we are eating.

 

Tausendschon climbing rose

Tausendschon climbing rose

 

I love antique roses like this climbing Tausendschon.  They are disease resistant just plain tough.  There was a row of trellis above the garage fascia board for the rose to grip. But just before the rose came into full bloom, a powerful, windy storm blew it and the trellis off the roof.  It bent all the way down to the ground so I was afraid the canes would break before we got it back in place.

 

garage rose side

A birds’ nest is tucked in the canes, just under the overhang.

 

Bob used the loader on his tractor to lift the canes up while I pulled ropes.  Then he climbed on the roof and tied to big screws he put up there. It was a little peaked looking for a day or so, but then it was just fine. But a lot of buds were lost in the collapse.

About two weeks after we got the climbing rose tied back up, I reached up to cut a few sprigs for use in the house.  A furious mama bird flew out of her nest and squawked at me from the Surinam cherry hedge nearby.  Didn’t she pick a lovely spot for her home?

In the bed below the rose there are/were poinsettias.  I just pruned them and have the cuttings potted in the shed.  They will grow back quickly, but it surely is a barren and ugly bed now.

 

Bob built this for me many years ago. I love spending time there.

Bob built this for me many years ago. I love spending time there.

 

Little Gem Magnolia tree When this Little Gem Magnolia tree was planted 6 years ago, it came just to the top of the breakfast porch screen.  It has really grown.

Little Gem Magnolia tree 

 

When this Little Gem Magnolia tree was planted 6 years ago, it came just to the top of the breakfast porch screen. It has really grown and blooms profusely.

 

magnolia blossome 2

 

The side yard still needs a lot of work.  The white Mandevilla that climbed over the arch froze so we have replaced that.  Fortunately, it grows quickly.

 

side yard gate

I love the glossy leaves and white flowers against the black iron. The one on the left is coming back, but it is spindly.

 

side yard swing

 

I’ve still got to plant the pots on the tables with white impatiens and plant some around the oak tree behind the chairs.  The children loved to swing here but the seat is too short and their legs are too long.  Bob has to shorten the ropes.

Usually, the planters on the walkway between the garage and the wash house are filled with coleus.  But this year the garden shops didn’t have the colors I wanted so I am trying caladiums.

 

caladiums

 

They were leggy when I planted them, but the new growth is standing up nicely.

 

orchids 2

 

My daughter gave me this orchid almost 5 years ago and it has never bloomed.  Suddenly, this spring, it sprouted four flower shoots, from 3-5′ long!  The tiny yellow orchids are just gorgeous.

 

orchids 2

 

The next time we have guests, I am going to put it in a more prominent place, where it can be seen more easily.

Then there are the gloriosa lilies and white bleeding hearts, passion vine  and so much more.  But I’m sure you’ve had more than your fill and are ready to get off this cyber tour bus.

This post is an effort to explain why the blog posts have been behind schedule.  My spade will soon be put down and the needle will be picked up.   Then I’ll be holed up in the sewing room for the summer, just like a bear hibernates in the winter.

I hope you are having a beautiful spring in your area.

Fun Day with Kids

If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should advise every one of you straight away to become one.  There is no fun for old people like it!  ~Hannah Whithall Smith

L tree

 

After spending the morning at the nearby wildlife refuge, grandchildren Robert and Laurel ( two uppermost tree climbers, striped shirt girl and tow head boy), stopped by with their friends and mothers.  I’m telling you, grandchildren are SO MUCH FUN!!!

After a quick lunch which their mothers had packed,  the first activity was decorating cupcakes I had baked for their dessert.  It was just like Cupcake Wars on tv!

 

L decorates

 

With bags of buttercream frosting, tubs of sprinkles, cans of whipped cream and bowls of chocolate chips and mini marshmallows, they had all the fixin’s for prize winning cupcakes.  Laurel’s design philosophy is “too much is seldom enough.”

 

Cupcake wars!

 

Brett was of the same persuasion.  How can more not be better? Continue reading

Easter ’12

Robert and Laurel after our at-home egg hunt.  Somehow, her white shoes were left at home so we had to make do with the black ones that were left at Nana’s house.

Easter is such a joyful holiday, and our family celebration reflected that joy. All were gathered here except for our hard working pilot son who was somewhere in the sky.  Lots of activities, lots of fun, and lots of sewing projects added more joy to this special week.   Easter Sunday, of course, was the highlight.

Robert was debonair in his first grown-up, store-bought Easter duds while Laurel was radiant in what might be her last smocked Easter dress.  The shadow smocked confection was a joy to stitch.

Alastair with his eggs

Alastair was his usual adorable self wearing a shirt he loved.  The applique’ featured an engine pulling a train car with a huge Easter egg.  I had selected this design because he loves trains.  That won his heart. Continue reading

The Marketplace

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Our church’s annual Palm Sunday re-enactment of the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into the marketplace of Jerusalem seemed reason enough, I thought, for my grandchildren to be especially well dressed.

 

R L Kit cripple

The lame boy at the entry begged “Alms for the poor!” Since the food was provided free of charge, his free will collection helped defray some of the expense.

 

Laurel was to wear an heirloom dress, last year’s Easter frock.  Robert would be decked out in dress pants, a matching vest and his signature church accessory, a tie.   Quite the young clothes horse, he even insists on wearing one to the monthly pizza night.  Laurel carried her doll Kit and a handkerchief purse (scroll down the post) to carry her shekels.

 

heavily embroidered Swiss handkerchief

heavily embroidered Swiss handkerchief

 

One year ago, when the dress was finished, it turned out to be too short for the 6 year old.  So a lace flounce was added to the slip for more length.

It was no surprise that now, a year later, the dress was once again too short.  So Saturday night, after a busy day, when the grandchildren were finally bedded down, I dug out the two cards of lace edging and insertion.  Two more rows of lace were added to the slip. Continue reading

The Doctor and His Stitches

This post is just a story, but a true one.  I have no techniques or photos to show you, except the pattern front below.  But perhaps there is some inspiration.

This whole chain of events is one of my favorite needlework stories.

Many, many years ago, there was a thriving knit shop in our little town.  As a customer, I had developed a friendship with the owner, Pat, who was aware that I taught smocking and other needlework classes.

One spring Saturday afternoon, Pat called to ask if I could pleat some fabric for a customer who had just walked into her shop requesting that service.  The “customer” was actually an older couple who had come to town from their home some 20 miles away, deep in the central Florida countryside.  They were hoping to get the pleating done today.  “Of course,” I said.

Dr. Jones and his wife arrived at my home a little later. After introducing himself (a retired surgeon) and explaining that his wife had recently become deaf, he presented me with a bag of  batiste and this pattern, with which I was very familiar.

 

McCall wedding dress

The $3.50 price on this pattern tell you it is pretty old!

I knew full well that this was a pretty ambitious project.  My friend Mary had made this beautiful dress a year or so before then, but she had come to a standstill because she couldn’t get the hang of bullion roses.  So we did a work swap.  She smocked a dress for my daughter and I embroidered the 88 bullion roses as specified on the pattern.

But back to Dr. and Mrs. Jones and the pleating. He explained that this was to be the wedding dress for their son’s bride.  I said I would have it done in 3 days.

The pattern pieces were all cut, including the armhole curve, so I quickly stitched scrap fabric to the curve so the fabric would enter the pleater uniformly.

As I bagged up the pleated fabric and pattern, Dr. Jones asked if, perchance, I had a book on smocking he could buy because  “My wife doesn’t know how to smock.”

Oh boy.  This wedding dress was in big trouble. So he was sold one of my many how-to smock books and encouraged to come up with a back up plan, like a ready-to-wear dress.

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” he said.  “The wedding isn’t for 3 weeks.”  He was so confident! Continue reading

Once-in-a-lifetime Estate Sale Shopping Spree

“Almost 20 years ago, they  (the lace portraits shown below) were purchased at an estate sale,  where they were pinned to a sheet of cardboard.  If any interest is expressed, I’ll write a post about that once-in-a-lifetime textile shopping spree.  Occasionally, I still dream about it!” 

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This quote is from an earlier post about these antique lace portraits. Readers did ask for the story.  So let me tell you………

This was the most amazing estate sale I had ever seen, or ever will again.  It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime shopping opportunity to acquire beautiful things.

First, a few details about one of my finds at that sale, a set of 6 placemats and napkins with a matching table runner.

 

blueSW placematw napkin

Shadow embroidered placemat with surface embroidery and hemstitching.

 

The shadow embroidery on this luncheon set is absolutely flawless.  Worked in two shades of blue, the stitches are so tiny and so regularly spaced that it’s hard to believe this is handwork.

 

blue SWplacemat Lcorner

 

The surface embroidery is equally remarkable.

 

blueSW placemat

 

The set of six placemats and napkins includes a table runner.  With my Blue Willow china,  it makes a pretty setting for lunch.  For tea, flow blue cups are elegant.  My 7 yo granddaughter Laurel and I enjoy having tea on the breakfast porch with these cups.  Robert, 6, sometimes joins us but prefers a no-nonsense Gator mug.

 

blue flow cup stand

 

So here is the story about how this all came about.  My mother’s friend, Marybelle, had a daughter who did estate sales and auctions in New England.  She didn’t liquidate little Ma & Pa farms or cottages but rather huge estates with names like Rockefeller or DuPont.  Mind you, I don’t know the surnames, but the implication was that they were of this status, rich and/or famous.

 

Suzanne bought these, then duplicated the technique. The article is featured in Creative Needle magazine.

 

The story goes that the 4 or 5 adult children had already stripped the house of  everything that interested them, which apparently was the bulk of the mansion’s  contents.   Then, at the auction, more than $5 million worth of items were sold.  The leftovers were sent to Marybelle, a well-connected Southern lady, who was to offer them to her friends.  Fortunately for me, my mother was one of her friends. Continue reading