
6th grade, almost age 12.
6th grade, almost age 12.
Yesterday, I drove to the office downtown to attend an IT function over the lunch hour. My familiar views of the river from the office were obscured by the smoke from the Canadian wildfires, so of course I felt obligated to photograph them one more time.
When my coworker invited me to her baby shower, my first thought for a gift was a baby quilt. The quilts and blankets that Fake-Aunt Sheryl made for my son over the years were useful and super cute at the time, and have become cherished mementos in the ensuing years.
(Plus, now that I know how to sew, I understand the level of effort that went into each of them, and appreciate how Sheryl’s skill improved over just a few years.)
Now, I’d never actually made a quilt before — which is ironic, given that my initial interest in learning to sew was to make t-shirt quilts for myself, rather than paying others to make them for me. In the almost six years I’ve been really sewing, I’ve used quilting techniques to make “mug rugs” (aka coasters) and pillow cases, but this would be my first actual quilt.
Continue readingBaxter is a climber, and he’s been finding some unorthodox ways to enjoy Cat TV lately. This window in our home office isn’t technically a designated cat perch, but Baxter doesn’t seem to care.
Today’s reminder to double-check all the things: While machine-darning my husband’s shorts, I sewed the pocket lining to the leg. Real good, too, I might add. My only option was to cut the pocket away from the darning, which made for another hole to mend.