the first thing I made for Isabelle was a pair of springtime pajamas. The weather is still a bit cool here at night, so the long sleeves and long pants are just right. The pajamas are made from a lightweight, pale lavender, crinkled fabric.
The top fits perfectly but the pants need to be a little larger. Notice she's still wearing her boots! I couldn't get them off easily without being afraid I'd pull her legs out of socket. I hope I don't have to cut them down the back to get them off!
Next will be a springtime dress; it's already cut out. The chickens go out tomorrow and hopefully there will be more spare time for sewing in the next two weeks before starting a new flock.
A blogging friend asked me to show the current project I have going. I found this pattern in the April, l999 (issue 37) American Patchwork & Quilting magazine. Since it's a paper pieced project and uses lots of tiny scraps, I jumped right in on it. That was a couple of years ago, and this winter and spring I picked it back up and plan to finish the piecing at least. The name, Scrap Apple, comes from the fact that it's the Pineapple block made from scraps.
This was with the picture: "Quiltmaker Betty Lenz pulled scraps from her stash to make the 120 foundation pieced Pineapple blocks for the center of this quilt. She also used scraps to applique flowers on a solid black background for a stunning finish."
The blocks are six inches, finished, and I have put a dime on the pattern to show how small the pieces are.
I have pieced 88 of the 120 needed, so I'm getting there. I try to piece at least one block each afternoon. I love doing this, picking and sorting through the little colorful scraps and seeing the finished blocks made from pieces so small that most would be thrown away. I think it will be a pretty quilt. "Waste not, want not."
A follow-up to the previous post:
Easter Sunday came on my birthday this year and so the girls brought supper that evening. One daughter brought a bag of 50 gladiolus bulbs to give half of them to me. Ah-ha! A perfect chance to "pass off" the little doll head! While she was busy with something else, I offered to open the package, then let her count out the bulbs. When I opened the bag, I slipped the doll inside with the bulbs; he's almost the same color and size. She put her hand inside the bag, and said, "I think this one must be ..." (rotten) and lifted out Shelby. We all had a big laugh! Isn't laughter supposed to be the best medicine anyway?
A few weeks ago, I heard this story on the news: A man was telling about a pair of golden slippers his aunt had, and when she died they were left to him and his sisters. They began a little something fun with the slippers; I think he called it "passing them off". In other words, one person might have the slippers in his/her possession and pass them off to another person as a surprise.
This was interesting to me, since my daughters and I have done the same thing for years with a doll's head. One daughter lives in a house, well over 100 years old, and finds little things buried in the dirt of the yard and garden. One thing she found was this doll's head:
We named him Shelby (who knows why?). Time has not been good to him, for he's stained and has one ear missing, but he's brought many a smile and much laughter to us. He is usually kept in one persons possession until the rest of us forget who has him, and then one day he gets "passed off" to an unsuspecting person. For instance, one daughter put him in with a dozen eggs she took to her sister. The last person to get him was me; he came tucked inside a small box in the package with Isabelle. Of course it's always more fun to discover him when others are watching for the surprised look on the face of the one he's "passed off" to.
I can't help wondering what kind of body he had and was he a special dolly to some little girl. Now he's waiting in a drawer until the perfect time for me to "pass him off". Hmm-m who could find him next?