Rebecca is a friend of I mine who loves to make quilts almost as much as I do, or maybe more. I can't believe her. It seems like everytime I see her she says, "Well, I finished that quilt top and sent it to the quilter today?" Maybe, not quite that much, but it is very often, I promise. She is amazingly fast and such a perfectionist. Every quilt is so precise and beautiful. She has agreed to help me with this blog. So here are her awesome quilts and a few words from her:
I love the soft colors and the soft feel of the Japanese fabrics. I ran into some at a shop hop that I went to and bought a few fat quarters just to have in my fabric armoire. That was a year ago. I've enjoyed just gazing at them when I got into my stash.
Then I ran into laniejane.com and found the companion fabrics and bought the rest of the fabric that I needed for the borders and the back. This little quilt is going off to California to a new little granddaughter. Her name is Jessie. I had this one quilted with a poly batting and very open so that it would be puffy and fluffy. I know she will love it.
The other one that I made is quite different. It has the same pattern and the same fabrics but quilted with a hobbs 80/20 and very dense quilting with a small flower. It will be an heirloom quilt for sure. I have a Japanese niece and I know that she will appreciate the wonderful Japanese fabrics for her little girl that she has adopted.
I LOVE MAKING BABY QUILTS AND BABIES LOVE QUILTS!
Thank you Rebecca. You are wonderful and so are your quilts.
Just two days ago, my other daughter was running in a race from Logan, Utah to Park City, Utah. It is a 2-day race. They run all night and well into the next day. Her part of the race was about 19 miles. 3 runs - - - 5 miles, 6 miles, and 8 miles. The race is a relay race, and she was quite worried because this year she had a difficult run, (specifically the last 8 miles) and she wondered if she was up for it. She was just getting over the flu and still felt a little weak. If you have ever been to Utah, you know, that there are many high mountains, beautiful scenery and clean air. Maybe you can remember if you watched any of the 2002 Winter Olympics on TV.
Melissa is 3rd from the left.
In the middle of all of that awesomeness, the runs can be tough. They demand every bit of strength one can muster up to get up and down the hills and valleys. Towards the longest part of the race she started to feel bogged down and the thought occurred to her that she might not make it. There was no one around. She was all alone.
It would have been so easy to quit. But she was too close and didn't want to stop. Then she began to remember her father and how proud he would be of her. She felt close to him and she new that his presence was all about her. He seemed to be there cheering her on and saying go Melissa! You can do it! She kept trying harder. She began to cry and step after step she felt a little stronger and lighter until eventually she finished the race.
She now believes that he was there for her to help her along the way.
About 2 weeks before he passed away.
It is interesting about these races. I have a step daughter who was in this same race. And felt that her mother was there giving her strength and support as she struggled in certain parts of the run. She had the feeling that she was cheering her on and encouraging her to keep on going, that she could make it. At one point tears came to her eyes and eventually she began to sob as she struggled to put one foot in front of the other. When she remembered her mother and how she new that she was there for her, it helped her along the way and eventually to finish the race.
I love the idea that when we know that we are being supported and helped it gives us strength that otherwise we may not have.
Another friend was talking about her father who drowned in a race last summer in Idaho. It was a "Spudman Race," a one-half triathlon race. She said that one of the reasons she likes to run in the mountains is because it was her "time with her father. " It is a time that she can think and her head is clear. She feels like she could talk to her father and that he is there to support her. There seems to be a feeling of communication and comfort that she enjoys so much. These times for her are uplifting and helpful.
I admire these young mothers for their stamina and perseverance.
I could go on and on, but no, it is time to stop. The clock on the corner of my computer says 3:06 am. No wonder it is so quiet.
When my daughter called it was such a coincidence because I was writing this blog about my late husband and I had just talked to my other daughter about the same kinds of things. Let me explain:
She was surprised that I was writing and remembering similar things about him also. She remembered the smells, his employees, the little things hanging on the walls, and just the environment of the business place. The two businesses are both so similar.I reminded her about the day after her wedding when he sat out on the patio and cried. It was emotionally hard on him to see his daughter get married.
I remember how loving and good he was to me. The way that his emotions were always so constant and mine were just the opposite, up and down and all over the place. It seems to be the little things that jump out at us along the way when we least expect it. We both had a little melt down just being able to remember him and what he meant to us. Such sweet memories!
We have many of these tiny little prints at ourSTORE .
My latest Granddaughter!!
My son, Steven and my daughter in law, Jamie named their new babySUNNY ! !She is so snuggly and soft. . .
Steven's father, my 1st husband, who died of pancreatic cancer, used to call him SUNNY. Then he would say,"Do you know why I call you Sunny?"and Steven would say, "Why?"Then his Dad would say,"Because you are sobright."We must have heard that cute little private joke between the two of them hundreds of times throughout Steven's growing up years. So when they decided to name her Sunny we were all so pleased. It broughtback many memories!
Isn't it funny how you never seem to stop mourning the loss of someone that you love. It is always there in the back of your mind and in the middle of all of your emotions. 13 years later my family and I remember so much. Our feelings are still tender. Steven and his father were very close. For the last three months of his life, Steven was not more than 10 feet away from his bed. Always there to help him in anyway he could. Then after his death I had to finish closing down his business and Steven was right there beside me every single step of the way. I am very grateful for his support and understanding.
Just as I am writing this blog my daughter called, coincidently, and said that she is helping her husband at work and that so many things all around her remind her of her father. . . . . . .
. . . . I am going to change the subject now because this blog is getting too long. I think I am ready for bed. This seems like a good stopping place.
Meanwhile. I hope all of you had a wonderful Father's Day.
Our new website is on it's way. I am so excited. It will be off the air for a day or two until all things are ready. We have some exciting things to add as we go along. It is going to be fun!! As soon as it goes live, I will start to spotlight the new and different things that we have to offer.
Meanwhile, it is finally spring here in the desert !!
We have had tons of rain and so everything is green and I love it. This is my favorite time of year. Our children are so helpful to work in the yard getting all of the leaves from the trees cleaned up from last year. We have American Sycamore trees and they drop their leaves so late that the snow has already started to fly and therefore the leaves don't get picked up until spring. But I love the trees because when June and July and August roll around the shade that they provide is so valuable. We just turned on the waterfall. The sound of the running water is soothing and gentle
Besides sewing I love to work in the yard and watching the flowers grow. For some reason, it is good therapy for me. Sometimes just before spring hits, I get cabin fever. I feel like I am sinking and then when everything starts to get green and it becomes a little warmer and I get outside and start to dig in the dirt, I perk up and all is well again. Do any of you feel that way? Or am I the only one?