ALIEN BITS

I've moved twice in the last 3 years.  The first time was when we moved from our spacious suburban house in California into a 2 bedroom apartment near Roseburg, Oregon.  My husband got a new job up there, so he went off in early June to live in a hotel while he found a place for us to live.  My son and I were tasked with moving out of our two story house in less than six weeks. Between my husband's tool collection, our mutual book collection, and my ginormous fabric and art supply collection...well, it was a lot of work.  It didn't help that it was 110 degrees outside.  It did help that my strapping 19 year old son was there to help. 

I wish we'd had more time for the move because I could have purged beforehand.  Now, that we've been in our new house for 3 years and my studio has been finished for two I find myself still struggling with what to keep and what to get rid of. The scraps above are a perfect example.  Bits and pieces of projects and samples that I don't remember, and I don't know what to do with.  I've thought of piecing them together and making tote bags or pillows, but wonder if I'll ever find the time.

I'd like to call these WIPs, and they might be if I knew what they were meant to be. As it is, it's like some alien spaceship landed, planted a bunch of odd quilting bits, and left me to sort them out.  What are they, when did I do this, and why?

I have no idea.

Of course, I have been quilting now for 46 years so it's not surprising that I don't remember. The fabrics look like they're from around 2010, maybe sooner, who knows? I recognize some batiks and some Kaffe Fassett prints that I know are at least ten years old.

I did some purging during the lockdown, and have set those fabrics aside for someone I know who will be able to use them. However, unfinished things are a different story. If I had all the pieces cut and a pattern I would be thrilled to give them to another quilter to finish.  Unfortunately, I don't work that way.  I tend to make small artsy kinds of quilts, and it would be hard for me to explain to another quilter what I was thinking when I started on my unfinished pieces.  Heck, I don't even know that myself! (or don't remember)

In many ways I'm proud of being a bit "out there" and doing things differently. I don't think I'd be very good at being a "normal" quilter, (whatever that is!). I actually envy those of you who pick a pattern, buy the fabric and actually finish the quilt, (with very few scraps left over).  

I think my "rebel" quilting style has more to do with my own reputation as a normal person.  Most people who know me don't know I have this weird quilting side to me, (quilting isn't weird, I am!). I was the "good girl" in school, although I was never a teacher's pet.  For some reason I'd be just bold enough not to be "that" kind of girl. However, I was naturally shy and quiet so I wasn't exactly an attention grabber. I hated attention! Sit me in a corner with a stack of books, or a needle and thread and some fabric and I'd be happy as a clam.

However, the time has come and gone that I needed to face reality.  It's time to make a big purge, (again!), so I can make space for new things.  The next month will be dedicated to finding a use for these odd bits and pieces.  I'll keep you posted on what I can come up with.  If any of you have a similar problem maybe I can inspire you to either do something with your bits, or toss them and move on.

I have been desperately wanting to post quality photos of my studio and some of the things I've been working on but I have a dilemma.  My cell phone takes terrible photos, and my husband can't find the charging cord for our digital camera.  Hopefully that will be resolved soon and I can start posting about what I'm working on in the studio.  Now that spring is here and it's warming up I plan to spend most of my time out there.  It has heat, but it's too darn cold and dark in the winter so I don't use it as much. I can't wait to get out there and purge and sew.  

I hope that those of you who are mothers had a wonderful "Mother's Day." My family has the habit of turning "days" into weekends. So, I had a great Mother's Day weekend.  I picked up my son at college on Friday morning, then we went out for lunch on Saturday and took him back on Sunday morning.  The best part was that we spent a lot of time together.  He's at the age when he really appreciates his parents and we have a great time with each other.  I miss him, but am so happy he's moving on with his life.

Well, that's it for today.  I've inspired myself to go out to the studio and start digging through the bits the aliens left for me.  Who knows, maybe I can use some of them for the hand-sewing case I designed this morning. 

In the meantime,

Happy Stitching!

Susan

A COAT OF MANY COLORS

Originally Published on November 19, 2010

Yesterday I actually finished piecing my little dog coat.  I ironed it on to some fusible fleece and am going to do a simple machine quilting so I can speed up the process.  I'd thought of doing the quilting by hand but realized that with Thanksgiving coming up, it would be nice to have the coat finished before I get caught up in the holidays. 

Well, it's about time!  I finally finished a project, just in time for the first big storm of the year.

Above is my little dog Indy in his new coat, very snazzy!  The original pattern was very simple, and it went together, (once the patchwork was finished), in a few hours.  I'm very excited about how it looks, it suits him, and with the fleece lining and little fur collar, is also very cozy.

He doesn't usually like coats very much, but he seemed to take to this one.  It gives him a lot of freedom of movement so that's probably why.  Of course, the band around his tummy doesn't interfere with his boy parts so that makes him happy as well.

Here's a detail.  You can see the fur collar and the covered button I used to secure the front.  The part around his neck is attached by Velcro, but it was a little long so the button holds it in place.

He's looking a bit pensive in this picture, I think he was just waiting for the photo shoot to be over!

Here's an overview of what the coat looks like.  Ignore the dirty rug, it's right by our back door. This little guy tracks in all kinds of stuff but I guess it's better that he does his business outside instead of on our new wood floors!

Happy Stitching!

Susan



A SLIPPERY SLOPER

Originally published November 18, 2010

Yesterday I had some errands to run and was at Target and saw the cutest little dog coat.  Now my little dog, Indy, (shown above) is only about 12 lbs and he gets cold a lot.  During the cold weather he wears a light sweater around the house and a warmer coat outside.

We're expecting a cold front to come through very soon, and I've been wanting to make him a patchwork coat.  He already has a patchwork halter, and it's always a hit, so I thought, why not make him a little coat?

My problem has been finding a pattern for one.  I refuse to pay $10 for patterns but whenever they're on sale, the dog coat patterns are all sold out.  Bummer!

Oh well, I may not be motivated, but if I'm anything, it's creative!

So, when I saw this cute coat I thought, "Hmmmmm, maybe I can use my clothing construction skills to make my own pattern."  Bingo!  So, I bought the cute little coat below.  Now, Indy is a boy and I have to say that if they'd had this little coat in a color other than pink I probably would have just bought it for him and that would have been the end of that, (hint, lack of motivation).  But, curses!  They only had pink!

I love this because it's so simple and will be easy to make a "sloper" from.  Now, for those of you who haven't been through the rigors of tailoring and pattern making classes, you might not know what that is.  Essentially it's a very basic pattern that gives you a good fit.   Most of the time tailors make them for their clients so they can easily adapt them into just about anything.  Once you get the basic fit right, then it's easier to add fashion.  We made them in pattern drafting and they ended up looking like a very simple sheath top and skirt, something Jackie Kennedy would have worn.

Slopers don't usually have seam allowances, but in this case I made it easy on myself and added them on.  Here's how you do it if you have a finished garment and you want to recreate it.  Keep in mind that this usually only works with very simple designs.  Most designers would have an accurate sloper and then make the adjustments to the pattern pieces for more complicated designs.

To make the pattern I lay the garment out on a piece of thin cardstock, (poster board from the Dollar Store works great).  Since this is a pattern that I will probably use over and over again, I want the pattern to be sturdy since I'll be storing it. When I did pattern drafting we used to punch holes in our slopers, put the pieces onto a binder ring and hung them on the wall. 

In this case I decided that I wanted my curves to be consistent on both sides, (very hard to do when tracing), so I'm only making a half pattern.  I lay the garment out as flat as possible, then using a pencil trace around the seam lines, making sure to note things like where pieces are joined, where the collar ends, etc.  I will also mark the buttonhole where the halter ring will come through.  I make construction notes like places where there's binding and no seam allowance, and "center line."  Just think about what you'll need to know about constructing this garment if you go back to make another one months or years from now.  There's no such thing as too much information. 

In this case the pattern piece is so small I can keep it steady with my hand, large pieces may need something to weigh them down so you can get a good trace.  Since this is a dog's coat and the fit is adjustable I'm not overly concerned about small differences between the original and the final.  It won't make much difference, (it's not like I'm on "Puppy Project Runway"!).



Here's the finished pattern, showing the main coat along with the flaps and the collar, (which I will cut on the bias).  It's not the greatest photo but I think you get the general idea.

Now the fun part!  Selecting the fabrics!  Since Indy is such a cute little black and white dog, (so fashionable, and looks good in everything...), I decided to do the coat in black, white, red, and brown, (with a smattering of orange because I love it so much).  I bought the fleece at Joann's for $3.99 a yard, and raided my stash for the rest....Stashbusters!!!

The plan is to do strip piecing to make 1.5" squares.  The smaller squares will allow me to get more color onto the coat, and hopefully they'll be enough left over to make myself a tote bag so we can coordinate.  (This is beginning to get a little bit strange.....)

Here are my selections:

That's it for now!  I have some mojo coursing through my veins so I have to get this going before it's gone.  Hopefully I'll have more to show you tomorrow.  Besides, I want to take the coat back to the store for a refund, (I'm such a bad girl but....note to Target...carry boy colors!!!).

Happy Stitching!

Susan

QUILTING IS A LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes I hate quilting.

OK, I know that in some circles that's blasphemy, but it isn't that kind of "hate." 

Now, we may be getting into semantics here, but there are different kinds of hate.  I can say I hate cilantro, (which I do), but it isn't some horrible thing, I just don't like the stuff.  Of course, there's the kind of hate that sends people into rages and causes all kinds of chaos and heartache, but that's not what I'm talking about either.

What I am talking about is the kind of "hate" teenagers feel for their parents.  Let's face it, sometimes they don't like us very much.  Usually it has something to do with us raining on their parade in some way.  "No, you can't wear that, no, you can't go there, no, you can't play any more video games"....you know what I mean.  For a teenager, these obstructions to their "freedom" bring them to the "I hate you" place.

As far as quilting goes for me, I have such a passion for it that sometimes it gets turned on it's head.  I love it like crazy, but there are times when I get so frustrated that I want to scream "I hate you" and run into my room, slam the door, and crank up my tunes. 

I don't know about you but sometimes I work very hard on something only to realize that it isn't what I thought it would be.  I think about all the time I spent on it and it gets me wound up.  I keep telling myself what I know is true; that there is no wasted time because every project, no matter how nasty, is a learning experience. However, it's still discouraging and often brings on my grown up hissy fit.

I have gone through long periods of my life when I haven't sewn at all.  There was a freedom about that time that I liked, but I also felt deprived.  I've written before about my passion for quilting, and it's so true.  I can deny it, but it's always there, taunting me, whispering to me from the mounds of fabric....."you know you want me, you know you can't help yourself, you know that no matter how hard it can be that I'm the passion for you....."

And so, like a recalcitrant teen, I turn off my tunes, come out of my room and head down to dinner....as if nothing ever happened.  I might have said "I hate you" but I don't, not really...

Of course I don't really hate quilting.  It's just that it's one of those things in my life that I can't get away from.  It's always there in the back of my head, and sometimes I wish it would go away for a while and leave me in peace.

But I know that it won't, it can't, it's too much a part of who I am as a person.  I can take a break, but it always calls me back.  Besides, that dinner smells pretty good.....

Happy Stitching!

Susan

Image Sources:

Vintage Alexander Henry Fabrics, Check out the current lines at http://w.ahfabrics.com/home/

I LOVE THE SMELL OF FABRIC IN THE MORNING

I don't know about you but I really love the smell of fabric!  There's nothing better than walking into a fabric store and getting a good big whiff. 

Some of you may remember the days when the copies handed out at school were "Dittos."  They were some strange combination of blue and white and they had this wonderful chemical smell, (they were usually warm too!).  We were warned not to sniff them because the chemicals could fry our brains, (turns out that was correct), but I still can't forget the overall smell in the room when they were delivered by the school secretary.

The same goes for the smell of fabric.  I love getting a package in the mail, or even opening up a box that's been stored for a while.  Of course, I know that most of the smell comes from the sizing, (which is why cheap fabric smells stronger, like gasoline....another good way to tell!).  But there's still a wonderful scent, even after fabrics have been washed again and again.

I love fabric straight out of the dryer.  It's soft and warm and smells delicious.  I also love the scent that ironing gives off, that slightly burnt starchy smell.  Fabulous!

I really hate it when I go into a quilt store and they've put out some kind of potpourri or scented candles.  It ruins the whole vibe.  I want my fabric scent straight up with no mixers.  Just give me a stack of freshly cut fat quarters, oh, and a fat eighth for the road.

Isn't it funny how scents can bring up all kinds of memories?  Whenever I smell fabric I get excited about all of the things I've made and all of the work still to do.  But there are other unusual scents that bring up wonderful memories.

My father ran truck dealerships, (we're talking big trucks!), and we kids often got to accompany him when he had to go over to get some parts for someone.  Because we lived in an agricultural area, his life, (and ours), revolved around what was being harvested.  If it was tomato season we might rarely see him as he would be working long hours making sure drivers had the parts and service they needed.  They couldn't wait when they had a perishable load to get cross country.

So, we'd climb into the back of the pickup, (there were no seatbelt restrictions then), and off we'd go to "the shop."  It was an adventure because we'd come in through the Parts Department and we'd have to climb over a low part of the counter to get to the back.  Behind the counter were doors leading to a warren of shelves and cubbies, filled with all kinds of interesting things.  I got used to the smell of rubber belts and tires, of parts covered in dust and grease, of oil and diesel, and the distinctive smell of a working shop. 

Now, whenever I have to get my car repaired I enjoy going into our local mechanic's and breathing it all in.  Once again I'm a little girl climbing over the parts counter, avoiding the office with the girlie calendars, and hoping that my Dad would treat us all to an ice cold Coca Cola, (the small bottles that cost a dime).  Those were the days!

I often wonder what scents my son will remember from his childhood and how many of them will be the same ones I remember.  I'm sure the smell of baking chocolate chip cookies will be one of them, as well as that movie theater popcorn scent. Wouldn't it be weird if one day years after I'm gone my son goes into a fabric store and realizes that there's another scent he remembers, one from that studio his Mom was always hanging out in?  

I can only hope...

Happy Stitching, (and sniffing!),

Susan

ART & ME

"Art" has been a long standing difficult subject for me.  I've actually made my living as an artist, but it could be said that what I've done is more "craft" then "art."  That's what makes this all so difficult, what is the difference?

Art is so subjective that trying to slap a label on something or somebody is difficult.  There are those who do strictly traditional quilts who consider themselves artists and those who do painted pieces and call themselves craftspeople.  Who knows what is which and who's going to decide? 

For me "Artist" always seemed kind of elitist.  It was like "I'm an Artist" with nose upturned and eyes turned downward with disdain.  I suppose attending art classes in college didn't do that impression a lot of favors.  Everyone dressing the same while trying so hard to be different.  It was like, "I'm different, I'm controversial, I'm wearing black clothes.....look at me!"  Mild mannered me, (yes I was mild mannered once!), would sit there in my normal clothes and wonder what the heck I was doing there.  These are not my people, I can't relate to them, and they're exhausting to be around.

Of course, a lot of these people were insecure and put on the mantle of an artist so they'd feel more like one.  But who can say what an artist should look like, or how they should live, or what they should do?

I think so many of our ideas of "artists" come from the bohemian days of Parisian garrets with expatriates hanging out in dark cave like cafes and painting naked "ladies" (with whom they also had interesting relationships).  Some of this was actual eccentricity of real artists, but much of it was people who wanted to be artists and thought that having the outer lifestyle made them closer to their ideal.

The fact is that for many centuries artists were also businessmen, (and women).  They created beautiful works of art, had apprentices whom they trained, chased after commissions, and marketed themselves and their artworks to those who had the cash to pay.  Artists that are now considered "great" were treated like employees by their royal or aristocratic "masters." 

I suspect that it's much the same today.  The true "artist" who only creates what they're driven to create is probably more likely someone who works a day job and does "art" for fun.  They have nothing to prove and no one to prove it to, they just do it!  Artists who are trying to make a living at it are well aware of the temptation of going "commercial."  And why should that be a sin?  We all have to survive somehow.

As far as the whole Art vs Traditional quilting debate I've realized that what we're talking about is really apples and oranges, both of which can exist on their own, or mixed together to form a very tart pie.  Traditional quilts are mostly craft.  However, there are times when color and design choices can take a traditional "craft" quilt and turn it into "art."  Art Quilts which may be visually stunning but have little or no "sewing craft" in them are usually considered art.  However, there are Art Quilts where the color and design choices are joined by exquisite quilting technique.  This is where craft and art meld into something marvelous that both sides can agree on.

When we talk about Machine vs. Hand Quilting we're also talking about apples and oranges.  Both quilting styles are valid and beautiful, but they require completely different skill sets.  A fantastic hand quilter might be a horrible machine quilter, and an award winning machine quilter might not be able to do the traditional 10 to an inch quilting stitch.  Does that make one better than the other?  I don't think so, I think they're just different.

I think my main problem with the Art Quilting I've encountered is the same problem I encountered in college.  There's a whole "I'm an Artist and you're not, na, na, na, na, na, na...." that really gets under my skin.  It could be that it's my insecurity showing and that's more likely the case than not.  However, I'm not the only one who feels that way, it's a subject that's sensitive for a lot of quilters.  I think that to many of us who've been around forever we feel much like the early feminists must be feeling.  We did all the work and now you young whippersnappers get to have all the fun. 

And I guess that's what all of this is about anyway!

Happy Stitching!

Susan

FICTION FRIDAY ON QUILTLIT

 

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THOUGHTS ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS

I've written here before about creativity.  I believe that it's important to understand how that part of you works in order to get the maximum benefit of it.

There are a lot of people, even serious quilters, who don't think they're very creative.  For most people creativity is something "artists" and "inventors" do.  I suppose that's understandable because those people make something "new" when they use their creativity, their results are more visible and easily identified as acts of creation.

However, everytime you take a new route to avoid traffic, or put together a meal with whatever's in the freezer, you're being creative!  We create constantly, everything from putting on makeup in the morning to figuring out the cheapest way to feed your family off a fast food menu.  Humans by nature are creative or we wouldn't have moved from caves to huts, or from huts to castles.  It's our nature to build, and then tear down and rebuild because we're constantly innovating.

Years ago I had the opportunity to do something I hadn't done in a while, work on putting together a project with one of my clients.  This particular client is also a friend I used to work with, and that I know very well.  We were putting together a presentation box for her to give to her customers as a holiday gift.

You'd think that making a box look good would be easy, heck we wrap packages all of the time!  However, when you're designing a box to hold an assortment of food including brownies, cookies, and assorted nuts, it's a little more challenging.  Fortunately, my client, who also worked in design, had picked out the boxes she wanted to use.  She Fedexed me one that I used as a starting point for my design process.

I was able to get the interior packaging design done easily, created a motif she loved for the front, and then could not come up with any idea I liked for the interior lid.  I'm sure you feel this way sometimes too.  I came  up with design after design, and every time there was something just not right about it.  Too much of one color, too much background, the motifs weren't the right color, I didn't like the size of the logo.  It went on and on and on.

My friend was happy with one of the first designs I did but I knew it wasn't right.  It's one of those things I just can't explain, it looks OK, but it isn't perfect, and that drives me crazy.  I know in my heart that the right design is out there, I just need to find it.

When assembly day came my friend knew I hadn't solved the interior card problem but she had more confidence in me than I did and was sure I'd figure it out.  When she arrived we immediately started "playing" with it.  Discussing what we liked and what we didn't like.  Before she arrived I had been playing with some lengths of ribbon and it occured to me that we didn't have to wrap the box in ribbon, (that's too predictable), but there's no reason we can't wrap the interior box with ribbon.

This turned out to be the turning point.  My friend loved the idea but we kept hitting snags about making the card work with the ribbon across it, and also with making the card coordinate better with the outside motif.  So, after multiple design changes, (thank God for Photoshop Elements!), we finally ended up with the ribbon wrapped the other way, and a design we both liked.  It took several hours but it was loads of fun and it made me realize how much I enjoy the whole process.

Since I retired my skill set of thinking outside the box all of the time has become rusty.  The experience today opened that door again, I guess the old girl's still got it!

It also made me more aware of something I keep telling the young people I know, that art doesn't come easy, and that creativity doesn't exist in a vacuum.  You have to have some give and take, even if it's just yelling at yourself.  You need to question and experiment, and not toss an idea away because you think someone might think it's stupid.  If there's one time you can give a stupid idea a chance it's when you're in the midst of the creative process.

It's easy to give up when things aren't going your way, but that's exactly the time when you shouldn't.  Those niggling doubts are a sign that you might need to take a shift in your thinking, and those shifts often lead to major discoveries.  I can't even begin to tell you how many times I made a shift in direction that took my work to a whole other level.  My favorite example is the quilt that  made it into Quilting Arts' 2003 Calendar,  I'd started off with one idea that wasn't working and I was just about to give up when an odd thought hit me, and before I knew it I was off and running.  The same thing happened with the Mojo Doll that just won first place from Quilter's Home.  It was not my first doll.  The first one was a disaster, but I persevered and worked my way through it.

Creativity is all about perseverence.  Remember, never retreat, and never surrender.  You never know where that may lead you.

Happy Stitching!

Susan

GETTING OLDER . . . AND WISER?

I just love "Maxine."  She says the things I'm thinking, but probably wouldn't say....well, maybe sometimes I would.  A lot depends on who I'm saying it too!

It's been a while since I gave up pretending I was getting old. There are a few perks. I can't complain about the senior discounts, or about being able to retire. I also love that my "give a damn" has disappeared . . . well, it's become more selective.  A lot of stuff that I used to care about I just don't care about anymore.  Fashion trends? Nope. Being up with the latest celebrity gossip? Nope. Caring that my shoes don't match? Nope, not unless it makes me walk funny.  But then when I get out of my chair I mosey around like John Wayne, so I might not even notice.

The downside is that I've become more familiar with my doctor than ever before.  I'm in pretty good health "for my age" and recently had a great checkup.  However, I sprained my wrist 3 months ago and it still hasn't healed, and I wake up stiff and sore all over.  And, I'm only 61!  It doesn't help that my older friends tell me there's more "joy" to come. The golden years? Yeah, really.

Now, I'm still considered a youngster by a lot of my friends and age is relative.  I know I must be absolutely ancient to my son and his friends, but to their moms, well, not so much.  It's amazing how old 30 seems until you're twice that age and you realize how truly young 30 is!

It's not all terrible, getting older.  I like to think that with age comes wisdom, and for some people that's the case.  I think, however, that for most people it's not that we're wiser, we've just figured out which things are worth getting our knickers in a twist over, and which things aren't. 

It's liberating to reach the age when you don't care so much what other people think of you.  It's like, I am who I am, and I'm not so bad, so just deal with it!  It's also kind of nice to be able to look at all of the younger people doing the same stupid things I did and realizing that I wasn't really "stupid" I was just young.  Those were the days when I thought I knew everything.  Now I know I didn't then, I don't now, and I probably never will.....and that's OK!

It's the same with my quilting.  I've been doing this for so long that I can't remember not doing it.  I heard Alex Anderson speak once about the early days of the new quilting renaissance and I remember it well.  She lives not far from where I grew up and I used to travel to the shops she talks about and remember what a revelation it was that quilts could be considered to be more than bed coverings.  I was there for the beginning of this new quilt revolution and have been riding the wave ever since.

I guess that makes me a "Senior" in the quilting world, (although I must keep saying, I started verrrrrrry young!).  It's given me a different perspective on the art and the industry.  It's exciting to see how things have changed, how we quilters have managed to create and support a huge industry, and have brought about changes in the way long standing businesses operate. 

Because of our insatiable desire for the next best thing, fabric manufacturers are looking outside of their usual designer pool, and creating more new lines each year than ever before. Craft stores are full of new products and a whole new generation is discovering the joy of making something themselves.  Now we see different crafts intersecting in unusual ways and artists coming out of the craft world that are finally being accepted as "fine artists."   

Just look at the magazine section in your local bookstore.  The number of titles of craft related publications have soared.  I remember years ago that the only quilting magazines were "Quilter's Newsletter" and "McCall's Needlework and Craft" (which sometimes had quilts in it and sometimes not).  Now we have a huge selection from lifestyle oriented magazines to pattern magazines, not to mention the publications from England, Ireland, Japan, France, and Australia.  We are truly spoiled!

I also wonder if we aren't going to see a lot of new "Covid" quilters join us in our journey. I was amazed at the stories of shortages of sewing machines over the last year.  Initially it was for mask making, but I know several people who have started sewing all kinds of other things for their homes and themselves.  Once you get that sewing bug you know what happens, you can't stop!

Sometimes I think back to the old days when finding quilt related stuff was a real treasure hunt.  It was exciting to find something new.  Now, there's so much new stuff that it can feel overwhelming.  The last big show I was at had my head spinning for days.

It's kind of the same with quilting as it is with the rest of my life.  Getting older has made me a bit wiser; I know what's worth getting upset about and what isn't, and I know what I've got to have and what I can do without.  My only regret is that I didn't figure this out when I was younger.  Oh well!

Happy Stitching!

Susan

MIXING NEW FABRICS AND OLD

Ta Da!  I finally pieced my Tufted Tweets quilt.  If you look closely you can see it's pinned on the left.  I haven't started quilting it yet, but didn't want to wait until it was basted to show it to you. 

I posted about tracking down these fabric in January of 2011, (which just goes to show it's worth digging into your stash!).  I had looked everywhere for it and finally found a bundle of fat quarters online. I actually still had this GIF of it in my files.

I bought the chair and couch fabrics years ago but couldn't figure out what to do with them. Finally, I decided I wanted the individual chairs and sofas to be set apart from each other and framing them in coordinating fabrics was the best way to integrate the different colors.  In the case of the Tufted Tweets line there are only two patterns other than the sofas and chairs, so I needed to turn to my stash.

I love to collect different colorways of the same patterns.  My favorites are allover patterns like the orange pink and white pattern around the red background chair, and the green and yellow combo around the purple couch, (you can see the red and orange colorway on the bottom left of the photo).  Since I had several of these colorway combos I used them to add some unity to the fabric selection, while still adding color.  Dots are always a great choice because they go with anything, so there are a few in the quilt as well.

I've been working a lot on stash busting recently and this project was a great one for digging through my stash and using fabrics from last year and beyond.   The purple fabric around the red couch at the top of the quilt is at least 8 years old, and the border is fabric from 1999.

Speaking of which, the border gave me fits!  I thought of using one of the fabrics in the quilt but everyone I tried just made the quilt look boring, (which considering the colors was hard to do!).  So, I decided to pick up the black of the chair and sofa legs and do a black border.  Black and white didn't give enough contrast so I decided to use the "sweet peas" fabric I've had forever.  I bought this when my son was a baby and had planned to make him an outfit with it, but by the time I got around to it, he was too big of a pea and I didn't have enough fabric.  So, it got put back into my stash.  I've always loved the sweet little peas and the mix of greens on the black background.  It reads "dots" but has enough interest not to be too polka dotty. 

So, I decided to put a three inch border in the black fabric all around the quilt.  I'll do the quilting and embellishment in the center first, and then decide how I'll finish the border  I have no idea what I'm going to do, but by the time I get there I'll figure it out.  I love the suspense!

Hope you enjoy my "take on tweet."  I 'm so glad I finally have it pieced.  It's sitting by my chair with my kit of threads and embellishments.  It'll be great to have some sewing to work on for a change. I'm still struggling with a sore wrist but I think I can get some sewing done.  Besides, I've been doing too much writing and not enough sewing for a while now.

Wish me luck!

Happy Stitching!

Susan

SOMETIMES I'M A JERK

OK, I admit it.  Sometimes I'm a jerk.

I'm willing to fess up because it's one of the things I don't like about myself and would like to change.  Now, don't get me wrong,  I'm not some mean spirited nasty human being.  Frankly, I think I'm just like almost everybody else, except that I'm getting tired of feeling bad about behaving like a jerk.

What exactly is a jerk?

Meaning: A dull stupid fatuous person

Which means someone lacking in liveliness or animation, not very bright, and devoid of intelligence.

Hmm, how honest do I want to be?  I suppose that I do lack in liveliness and animation.  Most of the time I'm either writing or sewing, not particularly active pursuits, and physical exercise is not my thing, (hence, my thighs).

As for not being very bright, that applies as well.  For some reason since I went through menopause, my response time is down.  I can hear you, but I'm not quite sure what you're saying.   Could be I'm so ancient that I'm expecting you to use terms like "thee" and "thou."  Oh, and if you use terms like "hecka" I have no idea what you're talking about.  Lately I've noticed  I'm not so quick on the uptake, and those clever quips don't formulate themselves as well as before. I used to be a 100 watt bulb but now I'm barely hanging onto 60. Dim?  I'd say so!

Devoid of intelligence, now that's a tough one.  I do have a lot of knowledge, most of it useless.  I can recognize many famous artists' work at a glance, figure out a fabric repeat, and even make dinner without using a recipe.  However, remembering where I put my keys and/or glasses is beyond me and I even had to look up the meaning of "jerk."  I'm not sure if I'm "devoid" but there's definitely a "void" and it's growing!

Synonyms: dork; jerk

Dork?  Yeah, I guess I could be considered a dork.  I know I dress like one, and the fact that I don't particularly care that I do probably doesn't help matters.

Hypernyms ("jerk" is a kind of...): misfit (someone unable to adapt to their circumstances)

Misfit?  Whoa, that's me in a nutshell!  I've never felt like I fit in anywhere and for years it was a problem.  Now I've reached the point where I don't care if I do or not, but I'm not sure if that's entirely a good thing.  Tends to make you a little anti-social, which doesn't help the jerk thing....

OK, so it looks like I'm a jerk and I'm not happy about it.  Of course I can blame a lot of it on getting older, (which is handy for that), but there's also always been a tendency in me to not suffer fools quietly.  For years I was too shy to speak up, but now I'm not, which isn't necessarily a good thing.  A big mouth on a cranky old woman is a scary thing and really should be outlawed.  We should at least have to wear some kind of sign or give some warning, this look might do:

I can't really point to a recent incident of "jerkiness" but I suspect I may be giving out an overall vibe.  I find myself getting snappy, and have lost what little patience I had before my son was born.  If anyone messes with me I have no problem telling them off and I've learned to avoid situations where I feel I might not be able to control myself.  I remember when my son's basketball games were minefields, especially since the coach's wife was videotaping the game and she sat nearby.  If the refs were terrible or someone fouled my son in an awful way, who knew what I would say or do....and it would have been on film!  Yikes!

Being a quilter doesn't really help matters.  I keep hearing my fabric "collection" calling my name. It's very persistent and is starting to get downright angry.  I'd better attend to it soon or it's going to get ugly around here. 

What else is new?

Happy Stitching!

Susan

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TAKING THE RIGHT ROAD

My mother has a favorite saying, "Old Age isn't for Sissies."  Boy is that the truth!  I think that I can take it up a notch and state as fact that "Life isn't for Sissies."

These days times are tough for many people.  I've been around long enough to remember similar times so I know that "this too, shall pass."  However it doesn't make the going through it any easier.

I had to run a few errands this morning and as I was waiting patiently to make a left turn it occurred to me that most of the time people follow the rules well and when they do things go so much more smoothly.  If everyone just went their own way there'd be total chaos, which isn't good for anybody.

But what do you do in uncharted territory?  If the road isn't marked and there aren't any clear cut rules for how things should be done, what do you do?

I've been thinking about this a lot over the last few years while I try to find my place in this world.  In my personal life as wife, mother, daughter, and friend, I get it.  I know what I need to do and what I should do and how I should handle myself.  But in my artistic and business ventures it's very different.  In some ways, I've been here before.  I've worked enough in different types of positions that I know how to do all of the technical stuff.   That's a good thing, to have an engine that can function well.  I also have talents and abilities I can throw in the trunk or the backseat.  I'm not a bad driver.  I have a general sense of direction and have read all the guide books and the maps.

What I'm missing are three important things, and they're the most difficult.  I need a road, I need to know where I'm going.  I also need lots of energy, excitement, and stamina for fuel. But, what I need most is the "balls" to attempt the journey, to go past the barriers set up by myself and others, to boldly go where I've never gone before!

There's an urgency as we get older.  When we're young we keep thinking that there's plenty of time to realize our goals. But, as the years go by the time frame keeps shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and before we know it 5 years flies by then 10 then 15 then 20.  And suddenly you find yourself in middle age with less time before you then behind. 

Quilting has always been laden with metaphors.  When you think about it the fabric is what we're born with, how we choose to cut the pieces sets a pattern, the pieces themselves are all the little things about us; our memories, our hopes, our joys, our fears, all laid out for everyone to see.  Then there's the piecing, the amount of care we take, (or don't take), in the construction.  Even the most skilled quilter has points just slightly off and a stray thread here and there.  As we work we press, and block, and measure again, refining aspects of our lives.  It's easier when we start but we start to get tired as we go.  Weariness sets in as row after row are set in place.  There are times when we have to tear out some stitches and make substitutions, or when we have to abandon one design for another.  Once the top is done, we add the batting and backing.  We begin to stitch our days into every piece, the good ones and the bad ones, the joys and the sorrows, all together in one place.  And, if we're lucky we live long enough to put on the binding, and let our family and friends help us put the last stitches in place.

Life is a beautiful quilt, if we choose to make it that way.  Sometimes, in order to make that happen we have to challenge ourselves and put ourselves out there more than we're comfortable.  Oh, but the joy of being seen and being recognized as the unique human beings we are!  It has to be worth it.

Happy Stitching!

Susan

NOT FEELING IT

The first part of this post was originally published on April 19, 2010.

OK, I know it's a cardinal sin but I really don't like my local quilt shop.

When I first moved to my new home I thought it would be wonderful to have a quilt shop less than 5 minutes away.  How handy it would be when I needed inspiration or had a little money burning a hole in my pocket.

I can't tell you how disappointed I was the first time I went in.  It's not that the place is particularly terrible, it's just that it isn't the kind of quilt shop I'd hoped to find.  The selection of fabrics is the main reason.  I rarely ever find anything there that I want to buy.  I don't know if it's that the store buyer and I have totally different tastes, or if my tastes are out of the mainstream of this area.  It's probably a little of both.

I suspect that a lot of it has to do with me being out-of-sync with the other quilters in my area.  I'm probably a bit of a quilter "freak" wherever I go, (here she goes again, complaining about not fitting in....), so it could be mostly my problem.  However, it doesn't take away my disappointment that I can't enjoy my LQS.  It's a real bummer.

At least my experiences there have only been disappointing in a fabric selection kind of way.  I've had some experiences in other stores that have made me swear off of them forever.  There was one store over in the East Bay that's very popular.  When it opened years ago I had a nasty experience with one of the owners.  I was waiting patiently in line to have my fabric cut and he ignored me completely, taking several customers ahead of me who it turns out were his "regulars."  They had long drawn-out discussions about all kinds of subjects while I was waiting, and when he took another customer instead of me for the third time I piped up that "I was next."  He looked right at me and said that I was mistaken, that this woman,(who had entered the store after I started waiting in line),was before me.  Well, that was the final straw.  I told him that I had never been treated so rudely in my life and left the store vowing to never return.  Which I didn't do for several years, not until I heard that he had sold the business to someone else.  What a difference!  The new owners are friendly and helpful to everyone.

I've had experiences while traveling where I've been ignored in favor of "regulars."  That seems to be the most common complaint I've heard from other quilters.  It's like the store is more social club than retail enterprise.  Some times when I hear quilt shop owners complain about the chains and the online stores taking away business I want to ask them how they treat ALL of their customers.  Do their clerks chatter on with regulars and family members while other customers are waiting?  Are they welcoming and helpful?  Do they treat their jobs seriously, not just as a way to make a little extra cash or get an employee discount? 

There are many well run quilting shops here in Northern California, shops where I can walk in every few months and be treated like they really want me there.  The good shops keep going because of their customer service and the other services they offer.  Fabric is cheaper online and at the big chains.  Shops have to work at making going to the quilt shop more about the experience, and that means making sure their customers are having a pleasant one.

This phenomenon isn't just a female/quilt store thing.  My husband is a fly fisherman and many fly shops have the same mentality.  They have their regulars and ignore new customers.  He's put down many an item and walked out for lack of service.

Update

First of all, the local quilt shop I wrote about back in 2010 closed a few years later.  I went in a few times after my post because I didn't want to drive 20 miles to pick up some thread. The service was just the same, terrible! Once I waited and waited while the owner ate her lunch. I let her know I was there and she ignored me.  Really? It wasn't surprising when it closed. It also didn't help that a Hobby Lobby opened nearby. 

After that I did most of my fabric shopping online unless I happened to be near one of my less local favorites.  When I moved up to Oregon four years ago I was excited to discover that there were two quilt stores in my new town, and one not too far away.  It took me a while to get the time to check them out.  One was rather small, but they had a nice selection of things I liked, and the clerks were super friendly, Win! The other store was larger and fancier, also with a nice selection.  However, it had the same kind of aura around it as the one in my old town.  There was a large group of ladies in the workroom, where a lot of the best fabrics were displayed. They were decidedly unfriendly.  Frankly, I got the very strong impression that my shopping was disrupting their gossiping.  I didn't stay long.

During this time I was in the process of building and setting up my studio so I wasn't doing any sewing and didn't need to buy any fabric, (I also was a little freaked out by the 45 boxes of fabric and supplies I'd brought up from California...Yikes!). Not too long after we moved into our new house, my mother came to visit and I took her to our quaint downtown to do some shopping. We went into the not so friendly quilt store because my mother wanted me to restore one of her mother's quilt tops and get it quilted. 

It was a "Round the World" quilt with teeny tiny one inch squares, some hand and some machine stitched 1/8 " seams.  Now, my grandmother was a wonderful seamstress, she was actually trained as a tailor and for years worked in fabric and drapery departments of major department stores.  She was not a quilting novice. The quilt was made with scrap fabrics, many of them from her children's clothes. It was in amazing condition considering it's age, but needed to have all of the threads clipped and quite a few squares replaced where they had frayed. It was my intention to repair the quilt and have it machine quilted in a loop design that was big enough to hold the fragile squares in place so they wouldn't shift or get damaged further.  I also knew that the quilt would not be used on a daily basis, but that the repairs and quilting were to preserve it for the next generation to enjoy.

My mother and I had picked out a solid fabric for the background and we were discussing the costs and time frames to get the quilt finished when the owner of the store came over and started giving us her unsolicited advice.  Now, I'm pretty patient, but she really stepped in it with me when she flat out told me that I didn't know what I was doing.

She insisted I quilt it by hand.  Now, normally that's what I do.  However, in this case it was going to take me forever to finish restoring it, (by hand), and I did not want to take even more time hand quilting it when I felt it would be better served to be more densely quilted by machine.  I also knew my grandmother.  She would have been the first one to buy a long arm, as she had multiple hobbies she enjoyed and wouldn't have wanted to spend too much time hand sewing. She was a very practical woman.

Anyway, the owner became quite angry with me when I told her that I was not going to hand quilt it. She accused me of not caring enough about my grandmother's work, and said that I obviously didn't know what I was doing.  Now, by this time I had told my mother to sit down on the other side of the room.  She's a typical Mama Bear and was turning red with rage.  I then proceeded to tell this woman that I had been quilting for 46 years and had won multiple national and international awards and that I knew what I was doing, and how dare she tell me what to do.  I told her that I had never been spoken to in that manner by anyone, and I certainly wasn't going to stay and take any more of her abuse.  My mother had already paid for the backing fabric so we took it and left the store.  I have not been back there since.

From then on whenever I would meet other quilters I would tell them about my experience.  Every single one of them had had a similar experience with her interfering and being very rude. One knew someone who worked there who said she'd run off more customers by being nasty, and they couldn't understand why she just couldn't shut up.  Later on I mentioned the experience to an elderly friend of mine and she told me that the woman was known in town as a world class bitch and had always been one. She was notorious!

The saddest thing is that her store survived the Covid lockdowns, while the other shop with the nice clerks closed permanently. I miss them!

We had moved to a small rural community a couple of years before and they have a small quilt shop not too far from my house.  Their hours are not regular, (which is a pain), but they have a great selection and are super friendly.  I took my grandmother's quilt in to them, and they gave me a better price to machine quilt it, and thought that would be the right thing to do.  Now, I just have to finish restoring it!

When I originally published the first part of this post in 2010 I got a ton of comments and similar stories from readers. Feel free to share yours!

Happy Stitching!

Susan

"COLLECTION" OR "STASH"

Over the years it's occured to me that my stash was as much a work of art in its' own way as my quilts are.  I've worked on it for years, carefully acquiring prints, colors, and styles over the years so I have a great selection to choose from.  It's easy for me when I get an idea to just go over to my stash and pull out what I need.

During the worst of the Covid lockdowns I spent months organizing, swatching and counting my fabric stash.  I'm already in the thousands, and am afraid to finish the count to see how many different fabrics I actually own.  It's terrifying, (and kinda wonderful!). 

Visitors who see my stash often ask me how I decide what to buy. I realized as I was explaining my fabric buying and collecting strategy that it really is a "strategy".  A great deal of thought has gone into it over the years.  I watch what's out there and select colors and styles that I love and that will work for the kind of art I do.  I buy colors that I know will only be available for a short while before the manufacturers change things up to follow new trends. 

I love blending fabrics from 10 or 20 years ago with stuff I just bought.  I believe it gives my work a distinctly different look.  It's easy enough to head down to the quilt store and pick up enough fabric to make a quilt, and those quilts can be very beautiful.  However, I don't like doing things the easy way.  I'd prefer to spend 40+ years amassing a "collection" of fabrics I can turn to whenever the urge strikes.

So, I've decided to stop calling my selection of fabrics a stash.  It sounds a bit like an old Cheech and Chong routine, about "having the stuff."  Instead I will raise my nose in the air, extend my pinkie finger and refer to my overflowing fabric as a "collection."  It's as dignified as any baseball card, beanie baby, or majolica ware collection and a lot more practical.  What other "collection" can you use to create something that may end up in another "collection?"  Sounds like a winner to me!

So, it's now official, I am a fabric "collector."

Happy Stitching (and Collecting!),

Susan

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WHICH FABRICS WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

 

I'm a stash builder, and I don't make large quilts, so my fabric choices are probably different from a lot of quilters. I've always thought that the way someone picks fabrics tells a lot about who they are, how they think, and what kinds of quilts they make.

Why one fabric and not another? 

Like most quilters I don't have an unlimited fabric budget.  I used to think it was a hindrance, but now I see it as an advantage.  Because I can't afford to buy everything I need to be more selective.  It hasn't kept me from acquiring a LOT of fabric, (it's been 46 years so I have that excuse), but I think I've gotten fabric selection down to an art form that works for me.  I can think of very few fabrics I left behind at the quilt shop that I miss. I can, however, look at my stash and wonder, "Why in the heck did I buy THAT?"

I haven't bought entire lines of any designer's fabrics, (although I did come close with Kaffe Fassett about 10 years ago...). I tend to pick and choose, and frankly, I'm pretty choosy.

I'd be interested to find out how you make your selections so I hope you don't mind my showing you how I decide how I make mine.

First of all, it's important to be really honest with yourself about how you create quilts. In my case I work small so large quantities of fabric aren't necessary for me to have fun. Generally, I tend to buy half yards of most fabrics, quarter yards or fat quarters of others, and very rarely a yard or more of anything. If you're the kind of quilter who loves to make quilt patterns from magazines or books, many of which require coordinating fabrics, your needs will be different. Sometimes it can pay off for you to be a little flexible. I worked as an Assistant Manager at House of Fabrics years ago and often worked with quilters who couldn't find enough of their chosen fabric line to make the quilt they wanted to make. I loved working with them to find other fabrics outside their comfort zone, that worked beautifully with the fabric line they'd chosen.  I always tell quilters that if they are uncertain, buy a small piece and try it out.  When I was taking art classes one of my professors said that you should leave the piece you're working on somewhere in your house or studio so you can come upon it and view it with an open mind.  It really helps to see what's working and what isn't.

If you have a stash it's important to keep it in mind. Why spend money on something new when you have something already.  I always "shop my stash" first. Since my style is scrappy, I like to buy fabrics that will work with what I already have.  Pretty easy when you have my stash! I'm also very picky about color.  I made a mistake years ago with dusty blues and pinks, (80s...yuck!), I also have a small selection of neons, (what was it about the 80s anyway?). I did dump the dusty stuff but am still hanging on to the neons . . . go figure!

Anyway, colors matter to me. I love bright and vivid colors, but nothing too garish.  Reds with too much orange or purple turn me off, I love a good antique or turkey red. I also struggle with chartreuse which tends to clash with everything. If I'm not sure what color predominates in a print I do the old "read" test. I pull a yard off the bolt and drape it.  Then I turn my back, look at something else, and then turn around and look at the hanging fabric.  Nine times out of ten I can see the dominant color right away. If I can't, I don't buy the fabric.

I tend to buy a wide variety of styles. Modern patterns with multiple colors are an easy choice because I love to mix them with florals and novelty prints. I am also a polka dot girl, but not so big on checks and stripes. I recently splurged on a couple of Hexy prints from Tula Pink's True Colors line. These choices will give you a good idea of how I roll:

There are many wonderful colorful combinations of the Hexy design.  For me it came down to what were the patterns I was most likely to use, either separately or together.  Ink and Shell made the most sense.  They both have a light background but the lines are dark in one and lighter in the other.  I guess you'd call them the Yin and Yang of Hexy prints! I prefer a white background in patterns with a lot of "True Color" so these were a natural choice for me, a light and a dark to mix in with my stash fabrics. I also love hexagons!  They are great because although they look modern and linear they go well with just about anything and add that little bit of structure you sometimes need when you use a lot of different fabrics.  I can't wait to get my hands on these!

Tula is Terrific!

I happen to love Tula Pink's designs. She's so creative and talented. I think what I like the best is how distinctive her patterns are. Just a small piece of one of her designs improves any quilt. She is also terrific at choosing color combinations I love, so naturally, when she comes out with a new line I'm definitely interested.

This month her new line "Curiouser & Curiouser" will become available. As it's not unusual for her fabrics to sell out, it's worth taking a look to decide which prints you have to have. My favorite place to browse for fabrics is on the fabric manufacturer's website. They have great information about designers, and the best photos of the fabrics.

FreeSpirit Fabrics is one of my favorites, you can check out Tula's new line here:

https://www.freespiritfabrics.com/fabric-lines/just-released/curiouser-and-curiouser/

I love this new line! It's based on Alice in Wonderland, and is fun and beautiful. I'd love a piece of everything but as I said, the budget is limited so I have to be particular. So, I've decided to show you which ones I would buy and which ones I wouldn't and why.

My Selections

I have a real fondness for scattered flower prints.  There's just something so retro, and yet so modern about them. I have a hard time resisting any prints with bright pink and orange. There just aren't a lot of them. So, when I come across one as cute and usable as Baby Buds I've got to get some. 

The Big Buds print is a 108" backing.  I don't usually buy backings but when I do I buy a quarter or a half yard to make binding.  It's so great to have a piece of binding 108" long. I'd buy some of this for that purpose alone.

Down the Rabbit Hole is an example of something I love about Tula Pink's designs. She can turn objects and characters into classic looking damask style patterns. I also have that fondness for pink and orange together. I'd definitely buy at least a quarter yard of this one, probably a half...it's just too much fun!

Anytime a pattern is printed on top of polka dots I'm all in! Who can resist purple roses on an aqua background? Not me! I'd buy a yard of this.

I'm usually a warm color gal but there's something about this blue gem that I really like. The light blue background with the white dots and leaves gives it a delicate look. The bright blue, pink, yellow, purple and green accent it perfectly. This is something I have to have. Depending on the size of the print I might go as much as a yard, but it will probably be a half yard purchase.

OK, I usually don't get too excited about novelty prints, particularly ones that have objects lined up, (hard to cut and piece).  However, I love this one.  Somehow the colors are bright, yet subtle. How does Tula do that? This pattern would definitely make it into a quilt. I also love purple and aqua, (two of my selections are that combo!). This is at least a half yard purchase.

The Others

I like all of these prints but they just won't work for the kind of quilts I make. It's too bad I don't have an unlimited budget because I'd go for fat quarters of all of these, just because they're so pretty.

Alice is wonderful! I love her face and hair and bow, and the garland surrounding her. I also love the damask style pattern that Tula does so well. Unfortunately, I don't see using these in any of my quilts. However, the Wonder version would be fabulous made into curtains in a little girl's room. I didn't have a daughter but if I did she would probably be looking out of Alice curtains!

The Red Queen fabrics are really fun.  I love that they're on a subtle polka dot background, and who doesn't love that wacko hairdo.  It's like David Bowie meets Elizabeth Taylor! I am a little tempted because of the "Q." Years ago I had a co-worker who called me Q, as my name is Susan, and you know, Susie Q! However, I just don't see myself using either of these.

I do love these florals but the Daydream is too dark for me, and I have a ton of white background floral prints very similar to these. 

Cheshire is cute, but I don't use many blue or yellow background prints. I'm on the fence about Somewhere, I like it, but I'd like to see if the background is more gray or purple. It's hard to tell from the photo.

These two colorways of Down the Rabbit Hole aren't anything I would use. Suited and Booted is actually kind of an interesting pattern with card suites instead of polka dots. However, they create a stripe and I don't use many of those.

I do love the Painted Roses prints. However, the Sugar is too light, and the Daydream is a red and pink dot and I already have several of those. I actually like the Daydream version of Suited and Booted better than the Sugar one.  However, it's too much like a stripe for me to use.

Sea of Tears is an unusual pattern.  The artwork is fabulous as usual, but the background is distracting.

Tea Time is so cute! I just can't use three of them so I picked the aqua background because it's my favorite.

So, it looks like I won't be spending too much on this line. However, if I were the kind of quilter who had the patience to follow a pattern, the Mad Hatter's Tea Party quilt below might send me down the rabbit hole. It is too cute!

Happy Stitching!

Susan