You may have seen the posting I did with my 80+ yr old aunt's quilting. She stayed in bed for three years while undergoing chemo/radiation for bladder cancer. Her hubby, my uncle and a WWII vet, administered all meds and took care of the catheter bit He was with the Blackhawk Infantry that liberated one of the worst POW camps in Germany, replete with bodies, ovens, the whole thing I don't think there's anything more loving than what he did then, and what he did for my aunt as well. She began to cross-stitch, sew, quilt, and just about anything she could while in bed to keep her and his spirits up. Here's her cross-stitching results:
Kinda puts all other kinds of perceived problems in a new light, eh? She's been in remission now for nearly five years. Incidentally, when she does sew with a machine, she uses her treadle machine.
My 80+ year old Aunt was told five years ago she had cancer of the bladder. Her WWII veteran hubby learned to administer medications and change catheters. She laid in bed for three . . . . long . . . . years. She began to sew.
AND WOW! She made beautiful QUILTS. Lemons to lemonade! I want to share her story, and pictures of her quilts. This is one of my favorites from her collection. ENJOY! PS: She has survived and now gads about on her little farm feeding the chickens, llamas, alpacas, sheep, guineas, and yes, she still sews--using her treadle machine now, instead of the "tedious" (her word) hand sewing. Crafting does heal the mind and the body doesn't it?
Here she is modeling a cute little reversible number I made. She posed on her pony, letting her long lovely locks flow in the wind. I use cowgirl fabric of course, since she's a Western Style Riding kind of gal.
Here she is giving the horsey a nice pat on the head. OOPS! There it is! She can reverse the panties to have the same as the dress, or reverse the dress to the color shown on the panties here.
Well, I'm off to design something for her to wear to her next polo match. WELL, WHADDYA THINK
A sweet little girl named Adrienne needed a dress. Adrienne is my Grand-niece. Since her home was damaged in the floods that hurt the midwest USA, and in particular IOWA I felt that I had to do my part in helping her get things back to little girl normal as much as possible. So I looked through my fabric stash
I found pink and I found white. I found sequins and ribbon. And then I wondered what size to make it . . . After all, Adrienne lives in a whole other State. I guessed. I emailed for measurements. WHAT WOULD I SEW???Well, I designed this. I made the pattern up as I sewed. The dress was mailed to her Friday. She was selected as junior Rose Princess for the community Rose Parade.These people are in the midst of destruction, but want to continue with their traditions. . . . . Now I await the postal delivery, and hope it fits her. As soon as they can, Adrienne's family will send me photos. Let's hold our collective breath and cross all our fingers and toes!
I made this swag for my daughter's wedding. It was hung on the gazebo right above her and her new hubby's heads. The wedding was late March, and she chose tulips for the flower. I didn't know till I started looking up meanings of flowers that the tulip is so romantic in connotation.
The arrangement is very large. The squares of ceramic tile on which this lies are 12" square each.
My husband has been a beekeeper for over thirty five years. He recently added two new hives to our group. I thought you would enjoy seeing how one hive can produce a variety of types. Each jar is a rendered amount from the same hive, but different seasons. Summer seasons mean loads of clover for the bees. That is the honey that is sweetest, and very light. Fall weather and spring has such heavy nectar choices for the bees that they end up with dark and rich tasting honey. Each has a flavor unique from the other, and remember they are from the same bee hive--just different times of year! The wax is wonderful. There is no scent in the world more heavenly than freshly harvested combs of bee hives. Well, maybe the scent of our grandchildren while they sleep in our arms tops it, but the honey is heavenly!