The pillowcases all wore out, like yesterday. I knew this day was coming, it's why I had bought a big piece of white cotton sheeting. I wish I could cut an even number of pillowcases out of it instead of five, but oh well.
At least they're crisp and new and don't have holes. And I can embroider them.
Thrifted embroidery transfer and thread and hoop and floss and probably needle also. I love making something from nothing!
Bella pays it forward by putting the leftover cream cheese frosting from her last baking project between the layers of a new chocolate cake. Efficiency!
"The house was immaculate, and Carney's bedroom was as fresh as the sweet peas on the dressing table. Isobel's rack in the bathroom was a snowy drift of towels. Olga had polished the silver. She had roasted a ham and baked a pot of beans; she had made a molded salad, two kinds of cookies, and a cake. The menus Mrs. Sibley and Carney had planned were written neatly and hung on a hook in the pantry."
Cute, cute, cute--and if you omit the sleeve tabs, sort of normal! I used all one fabric for this, no contrast yoke, but did make self-piping for the collar and for around the front panels.
It's got a little bit of a western feel because of the piping, and Clara generally wears her brown cowboy boots with it.
A tie belt is my best friend for fitting this slim girl.
I'll tell you when I realized my first aid supplies were lacking: when friend Nathan, more of a computer network specialist than an arborist, climbed to the top of the silver maple in the dark, broke a branch, and while falling peeled most of the skin off his arm. Like from the wrist to the biceps. More than my little box of bandaids could handle.
On my next trip to the store, I stocked up on some basic supplies--your large gauze squares, your tape, your antibiotic ointment. Because I have a new rule that I won't send a kid home actually oozing blood.
Credit for the darling spray-painted tin idea goes to Brocante Home blog.
Just finished a twin-size scrap quilt for one of my very best nephews. He comes to stay every summer for a week or so and this summer we pieced him a quilt. With my sewing machine back in top form I got it quilted last week while babysitting some *other* nephews for two days, boys who go to bed on the early side, leaving me plenty of time to run this thing through the machine over and over and over . . . .
I'm always pleased with how these projects come out. It just seems like you can't go wrong with scraps. For this quilt I didn't stick to quite such a close palette as I often do, and included not just blues and greens, but some bits of brown and even pink and red when they showed up on blue and green backgrounds. It makes things a little busier. Every quilt has its own shtick, you know?
My pale blue version of the Crepe dress pattern by Colette. It went together very nicely as their other dresses have for me, and truly the instructions are a pleasure to work with.
I would be even happier with the patterns if they had a few more markings, like notches at the tops of the skirt pieces. TWICE now I have sewn skirt panels in incorrectly because there aren't enough distinguishing marks on the pieces. I'll add my own next time, but would it hurt to indicate center front on a pattern piece? Thought not.
Ignore my whining. It's a beautiful pattern and the dress you'll get totally depends on the fabric you choose. I went with a cloud-like blue confection for a dressy summery dress, but in a bright print (with contrast bias binding instead of facings) this would read as a classic housedress. And the Colette website shows it in a sophisticated silk.
Final thought: this is the most beautiful shaped cap sleeve I've ever seen.
Finished! Working on this project I was struck anew with how the close quilting in both diagonal directions really makes this style of quilt sparkle. The one diagonal doesn't cut it, for me. But when both directions are done, the squares really start to work together and sing.
I had enough dress fabric left over to back this stylishly in yellow and gray.
Someone asked what size blocks I cut. I stick with 3 inches by 3 inches because that's how wide my plastic ruler is. And it's not so small it will drive you crazy, nor so big that it looks awkward. It's Goldilocks.
If you run to a typical training plan you usually do at least three standard runs each week--a long run, a speed workout, and an easy run.
Go figure, but that easy run--for me, usually 5-7 miles--has felt like a lot of work. Until last week. Maybe it's the cooler weather, or perhaps I've developed fitness superpowers, but now I can run about four miles before I start feeling like I'm working. It keeps surprising me. It's called running so it's supposed to be hard!
My sturdy sewing machine is home from a few weeks at the machine spa getting rehabbed, so it's been a while since I had machine-quilting abilities. The pieced projects piled up in the meantime, and it was fun yesterday to get started on them. First up, because I knew it would be quick, is this baby quilt pieced in cream, yellow, and a tiny bit of gray and rose.
Next up, I will get my nephew's quilt finished. He's been waiting patiently since we worked together on piecing it in July!
• A green coat ("She made it the basis of her fall outfit")
• A lovely green wool dress
• A green crepe dress
• A brown wool dress
• A lighter brown silk
• Some "bright blouses"
• A "couple of gay prints for morning around the house"
--Grace Livingston Hill, Homing
• A brown and white tweed suit with a brown velvet collar
• And several blouses to wear with it
• A leaf brown crepe
• An aquamarine blue crepe
• A "few cotton prints for warm mornings, with brown or blue for the predominant colors"
• A lovely brown wool jersey for cool mornings
• A warm tweed coat and a small soft brown felt hat
--Grace Livingston Hill, Spice Box
I said I was going to do it, and I've done it. Mostly. I think she needs a shadow panel lining the front skirt.
I made life a little harder than it had to be by (1) using a vintage machine I've never sewn on before, with a (2) fabric that's very sheer and inclined to snag while I (3) added a lining to a dress with facings while (4) including the facings in the form of sewn-in interfacing which I've never worked with before. But, I think I've made it through the forest. Just in time for weather that's too cool for this ice-blue confection.
Well, it will be something to look forward to in spring!
Every single person in my family asked me today: what smells so good in the kitchen? And I'm sure the cats were thinking it too, even if they kept it to themselves.
What they smelled was me cleaning out the fridge. I had a giant (optimistically, a two-day) pot of soup on the stovetop, with everything in it that needed using up. And then I found one lonely slice of bacon, and made bacon cornbread to go with it.
I fried my little slice in the pan, then took it out to wait. Made up my cornbread batter and poured it in right on top of the bacon grease. Then cut up my bacon and sprinkled it around before baking. Just enough extra fat and salt to make it a good cornbread upgrade.
The Composer and I were off on an overnight bat. We calculated that it had been seven years since we had gone off alone, (alone meaning without any children). Not counting one overnight where we ran a half-marathon, which wasn't romantic.
So for romance, we chose a straight-out-of-the-fifties motor inn which prided itself on its closeness to a nine-hole golf course. I loved that each of the twenty rooms had its own sitting bench on the walkway, so that every guest had the opportunity to sit and look at the golf course. We got out and played our nine holes the first evening, and the course was absolutely empty except for the bluebirds closing up shop for the night, flying back and forth over the greens.
I hadn't hit a golf ball in twenty years, but so what? It was quiet and beautiful and the fencerows were overgrown with reddening sumac.
Maybe I always forget drinks (I do), but at least I have a lot, a lot of plates.
(And some recent good pot luck at the thrift store--witness the copper canister holding silverware. I now possess both the sugar and the flour containers.)
Cobbler is like soup--you need a *plan* more than you need a recipe. Here's how I make the components:
• 4-6 cups of fruit which I cook down a little bit with about a cup of sugar and 1/4 cup of flour, and 1 t. cinnamon. This can be accomplished on the stovetop in a saucepan, or to save a dish, right in the casserole dish but in the oven. You want it to get hot and start to release its juices.
• a batch of biscuit dough with 1/4 c. of sugar added.
Wow, that was easier than pie. Fill a shallow casserole with the hot fruit, blob the biscuit dough on top in a carefree manner, sprinkle with a little extra sugar, and bake as you would for biscuits--just follow the recipe on the baking powder can.
My thrifted butterflies made the perfect autumn bunting strung on fishing line and looped across the front of a big cabinet. I love how the crocheted versions are doing exactly what they real ones do at this time of year--following each other in a line from north to south over our land as they migrate to Mexico.
I'm not a crocheting expert, and have never actually made a granny square, but these don't look too complicated. They are put together with two squares wrong sides together down the butterfly's body--the front of each square being bigger than the back, and they're stitched to a pipe cleaner in the middle.
If anyone knows how to make these, and wants to share the pattern, I'd love to hear from you.
From a vintage Simplicity pattern, whose main attraction is of course the scallops.
I love how much engineering went into this pattern. The scallops are lined and slipstitched over the straight bodice panel. The waistband lies free at the top edge, the ties form a bow at the back, the straps cross behind and button to the waistband . . . . nothing is left to chance.
In a sweet tiny rose print cotton. And in the shop.
Here's a beautiful new offering from Colette patterns. I have, as you may know, an ongoing fascination with housedresses, and while this one can be made up very elegantly (see below), it also looks suspiciously like the back-wrapping housedress from the fifties that I've made up for my girls.
Here's the Crepe dress photo from the website. Do not even try to say how gorgeous that printed silk is, okay? But do feel free to tell me where to find it.
I'm expecting my pattern to arrive early next week, where it will land of the very top of my pile of things to sew, so stay tuned.
Daisy had a short list of must-do's at the fair. 
Must look at rabbits, of course.
And ideally, we'd watch a pig getting a bath. Check. With ladies' shampoo, which smelled good.
My short list was pretty short. The vegetable display this year was tiny, we had such a hot, dry summer. But there were still beautiful annuals.
And this was the only ride on the list. And the only animal for Daisy was the pink horse. We had to wait for the merry-go-round to go through two extra cycles, to get a turn on that pink horse. But it was worth the wait. I saw it on her face. She was serious about the pink.
