Next pillow, Irish Chain
That one went together easily and came out great!
And y'know what? The previous three color denim pillow's already gone. Sis gave Dave $20 for it :-)
So I've bought another pillow and got to make Dave a new one.
The pillows are just regular bed pillows @ $3! The small square kind like you get for a couch are $8, phooey on that.
And y'know what? The previous three color denim pillow's already gone. Sis gave Dave $20 for it :-)
So I've bought another pillow and got to make Dave a new one.
The pillows are just regular bed pillows @ $3! The small square kind like you get for a couch are $8, phooey on that.
Flying Squares Patchwork Pillow Cover
The girls threw white, black and blue jeans in the giveaway bag all at once, and I saw them together and couldn't resist.
Had yet another learning experience. "Flying Squares" looked easy until I tried it. Ha!
Back of pillow, more recycling :-)
Had yet another learning experience. "Flying Squares" looked easy until I tried it. Ha!
Back of pillow, more recycling :-)
Carob Blobs
The thing with carob is to just get chocolate out of your head. It's not chocolate, it's not a chocolate substitute either. It's just a nice-tasting brown bean ground to powder that's good for you (just like chocolate is!)
CAROB HONEY BLOBS
2 eggs
1/2 cup butter
1 - 3/4 cups honey
3 - 3/4 cup flour
2 tsp soda
1 cup carob
I dropped by ice cream scooper onto cookie sheets and baked at 350 for 15 minutes.
FROSTING
2 packages cream cheese
2 big mixing spoon scoops of carob powder
1/2 cup honey
2 TBSP butter
2 tsp vanilla
The boys said, "This is way better than some kinds of ice cream we've had before, but not better than all kinds."
CAROB HONEY BLOBS
2 eggs
1/2 cup butter
1 - 3/4 cups honey
3 - 3/4 cup flour
2 tsp soda
1 cup carob
I dropped by ice cream scooper onto cookie sheets and baked at 350 for 15 minutes.
FROSTING
2 packages cream cheese
2 big mixing spoon scoops of carob powder
1/2 cup honey
2 TBSP butter
2 tsp vanilla
The boys said, "This is way better than some kinds of ice cream we've had before, but not better than all kinds."
Cookie Blobs
No recipe! I just mixed stuff up and baked it by scoops. It was a couple cups of barley flour, a baggie with some leftover oatmeal, all the bananas on the counter that were getting too ripe, dried papaya cut into chunks, raisins, chopped walnuts and honey to texture, and a bit of baking soda dipped out with the tip of the wooden spoon.
I call them blobs so I don't have to say "cookie". If I said cookie the kids would be disappointed, but they're perfectly happy with the blobs.
I call them blobs so I don't have to say "cookie". If I said cookie the kids would be disappointed, but they're perfectly happy with the blobs.
A fabric memory, but vague
When I pulled out this particular strip to iron it, I got a whole shiver up the back thing. I think my Mom made me a dress out of this fabric when I was a little kid.
That's pertinent to nothing, isn't it? Well it's just one of those human memory things. I'm tickled to see that fabric again and gotta share it with the internet.
That's pertinent to nothing, isn't it? Well it's just one of those human memory things. I'm tickled to see that fabric again and gotta share it with the internet.
New Fabric!
I've had three loads of fabric arrive in this house. When I first had kids and started sewing somebody suggested I put a wanted ad in the paper, asking for people's unwanted fabric. I did, and got a couple boxes full. That was long before the internet.
I recall the first phone call I got was from a guy who offered me his piles of old blue jeans if I wanted to cut them up, which was pretty depressing! But there were better phone calls after that.
A couple years ago a crafter friend who had gotten busy and changed direction cleaned out her craft room to my benefit. Another couple boxes.
I'm not in danger of "winning" (should I die right now, I would by no means have the most fabric) with only about... let's say... probably at max 20 cubic feet of stacked-up fabric. It's a good stash though! There's a variety of very useful large pieces.
Now the lady who gave me the Pfaff gave me a whole pile of quilting fabric. I guess she's been a quilter all her life. It's NICE quilt scraps, the quality stuff you buy at quilt shops and specialty places. There's also several pieces of pretty calico large enough for making a top or combining for a skirt.
I'm really having a blast looking through all this, just imagining all the possibilities.
It wasn't prewashed. I only put fabric on the shelf after washing it, that way I don't have to remember what's been washed and what hasn't: nothing comes up the stairs without being washed first. So all this new stuff's gotta be washed. It will be a bit of a job, it'll get twisted and tangled, and have to have strings snipped and some pieces get ironed. A fun job though, to do a little here and there as I pass by and have a moment.
The kids helped me shake out all the folded fabric last night. I'm so thankful for this! I can quilt my fool head off now.
I still don't see the good in cutting up perfectly good fabric only to sew it back together again. Quilting only attracts me if it's truly made from scraps. Half or most of the joy to my "scrounger" nature is to produce something pretty and useful from what would otherwise be wasted. So I just LOVE inheriting the 1/2-yard leftovers from someone else's lifetime of quilting.
I recall the first phone call I got was from a guy who offered me his piles of old blue jeans if I wanted to cut them up, which was pretty depressing! But there were better phone calls after that.
A couple years ago a crafter friend who had gotten busy and changed direction cleaned out her craft room to my benefit. Another couple boxes.
I'm not in danger of "winning" (should I die right now, I would by no means have the most fabric) with only about... let's say... probably at max 20 cubic feet of stacked-up fabric. It's a good stash though! There's a variety of very useful large pieces.
Now the lady who gave me the Pfaff gave me a whole pile of quilting fabric. I guess she's been a quilter all her life. It's NICE quilt scraps, the quality stuff you buy at quilt shops and specialty places. There's also several pieces of pretty calico large enough for making a top or combining for a skirt.
I'm really having a blast looking through all this, just imagining all the possibilities.
It wasn't prewashed. I only put fabric on the shelf after washing it, that way I don't have to remember what's been washed and what hasn't: nothing comes up the stairs without being washed first. So all this new stuff's gotta be washed. It will be a bit of a job, it'll get twisted and tangled, and have to have strings snipped and some pieces get ironed. A fun job though, to do a little here and there as I pass by and have a moment.
The kids helped me shake out all the folded fabric last night. I'm so thankful for this! I can quilt my fool head off now.
I still don't see the good in cutting up perfectly good fabric only to sew it back together again. Quilting only attracts me if it's truly made from scraps. Half or most of the joy to my "scrounger" nature is to produce something pretty and useful from what would otherwise be wasted. So I just LOVE inheriting the 1/2-yard leftovers from someone else's lifetime of quilting.
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