1. My favorite president is George Washington because he was the first president I ever learned about. I think he was an honorable man who did his best.
2. This weekend, I have plans to go to a local quilt show with my friend Ruth. 3. Ilove my hobbies especially quilting. I have been doing it for 12 years now and I hope that I am getting better at it as time goes on. I am also having a good time with photography.
4. I believe that if we all learn to work together we can greatly change the world.
Conversant in the art of needle and thread, the shy Katie walked across the stage to the podium. She smiled at her audience then began her talk about her love of quilting. She shared her many years of working with needle and thread. Then told of how she lovingly made quilts for her children, grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren.
Katie went on to say that through quilting she had made lasting friendships when she became a member of several quilt guilds over the years. Attending many classes and teaching many as well, Katie loved to share her talents with others especially making quilts for those in need.
Her motto, she said is, There is nothing more comforting than being wrapped in a quilt lovingly made with needle and thread. The audience applauded Katie at this point in her presentation. She was an inspiration to all of the quilters in attendance.
When the audience quieted down, she told them that it didn’t matter if they were hand quilters or made use of sewing machines, have fun doing what you love. She also said that it was important to realize that every quilt we make doesn’t have to be an heirloom. The world needs those, it’s true, but it needs those sturdy utilitarian quilts that give love to so many.
After Katie’s wonderful talk about quilting, she went on to show some of her beautiful quilts.
Yellow chucks make me fly, blue chucks slow me down.
Red chucks look oh so cute, and purple chucks make me frown.
I wonder what Chuck Taylor thinks of the colors of my shoes.
The last time I went to my sit and stitch group at Lockwood Folly they had just opened their new building. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I really was impressed with the doors they used in the new building. So, with my cell phone, I took this.
I really wish that where I live there were more places to find interesting doors to take pictures.
In 1960 when I was nine years old I went to the Steel Pier in Atlantic City, New Jersey. My great aunts and great uncles loved to drive down to the shore on Sundays and spend the day walking on the boardwalk and this Sunday my mother, brother and I went along with them.
The main attraction was the famous Diving Horse. I kid you not. There was actually a horse that would dive off of a tower about 60 feet in the air into a large pool. Usually, there was a woman sitting on the horse’s back, but sometimes the horse would take the leap by himself.
I can remember it as if I saw it yesterday. I remember holding my breath until I saw the horse surface and swim to the edge. I was always afraid that the horse would not survive.
As the horse dove off of the tower, you could hear the gasps of the onlookers. It was as though everyone held their breath until they saw the horse moving in the pool. Then the cheers would ring out and the sound of clapping was almost deafening.
The other attraction on the Steel Pier was the Diving Bell. It was a ride that would plunge into the ocean when the mechanism was released, it would pop up onto the surface. The ride lasted only five minutes. I wanted to go on that ride so much. But my mother, who was a big baby about rides and such, would not let me go on it. Maybe it had something to do with the microphones inside the bell that broadcasted the riders screams. I don’t know. I do remember my mother bribing me with salt water taffy, cotton candy, and popcorn so that I would stop begging to go on it.
The original bell was lost at sea in the March 1962 storm when a barge broke away and took out a 400-foot section of the pier. It makes me sad that the famous diving bell that I so wanted to ride on is sitting at the bottom of the ocean off the shore of New Jersey encrusted with barnacles and the home of sea bass, mullet, dog sharks, and flounder.
I am a quilter. One of the things we quilters do is collect fabric. I thought I would show you just a portion of my collection of orange fabrics. I had another big stack in the closet, but I thought this would be a good enough example of the outrageous fabric obsession we quilters share. 🙂
Here are just a few of the “fabric” sayings we quilters & sewers live by. 🙂
My husband lets me buy all the fabric I can hide!
One yard of fabric, like one cookie, is never enough!
Ask not what your fabric can do for you, but what you can do for your fabric.
She who dies with the most fabric wins.
My husband said if I were to buy any more fabric, he would leave me. I’m going to miss him!!
“Fabricologist Resource Centre”…that sounds more impressive than “fabric stash”
I am a material girl. Wanna see my fabric stash.
Behind every sewer is a huge pile of fabric.
I love sewing and have plenty of material witnesses.
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