Thanksgiving With the In-Laws

We consider ourselves so fortunate not only to have acquired a son-in-law, but to have acquired his family as well. His parents also live in Washington state—on the peninsula—and I’ve been to visit them a number of times. They welcomed DD#2 for Christmas a few years ago when she was still working as a sales associate in a Nordstrom store and couldn’t come to Montana for the holiday. They even kept the snow tires for her Jetta in their storage container and made arrangements for her to get her car serviced in their town. So no one thought it was weird that they invited DD#2 and me over for Thanksgiving dinner even though their son and DD#1 were celebrating in Alaska.

DD#2 and I got up bright and early on Thursday to catch a ferry across Puget Sound to the peninsula. The trip took about 25 minutes. We simply drove the car onto the boat on one side and off the boat on the other side. We arrived around 10 am. The house smelled amazing. DSIL’s mother is an accomplished cook and loves to bake. I really wish the husband had been with me to do justice to that meal. We had a turkey dinner with all the trimmings, the turkey expertly carved by DSIL’s dad. (His father had been a butcher, so he learned young how to carve a turkey properly.) There was not one, but three pies for dessert, including the most awesome pecan pie. That’s one pie I don’t ever make, so I indulged myself. I even had a piece for breakfast the next morning. Yum.

DD#2 and me before dinner:

After dinner, we sat around and watched TV and visited and I worked a bit on some hexies. I’ve got quite a stack of them done.

DD#2 and I headed back to Seattle on Friday morning. Our plan for that day was simple and included only a trip to Ikea and possibly the Container Store in search of a trash can to go underneath DD#2’s kitchen sink. You would not think that finding a suitable trash can would be so difficult, but it was.

Ikea is not really a Black Friday destination and wasn’t crowded. Unfortunately, I could not find the items on my list—lint roller refills, some little pouches for hanging off my rolling cart next to the Q20, and the stacking plastic bins that I use to hold quilt projects. I ended up ordering them off the website when I got home. We did not find a trash can, either, so we headed over to the Container Store at the nearby Southcenter Mall.

Oh, my. That was where all the Black Friday shoppers were. The traffic and the crowds were awful. I went into Joann Fabrics but came out empty-handed. We ducked into the Container Store, found a trash can, ordered food for take-out at a restaurant in the mall, and got ourselves out of there.

As a Nordstrom employee, DD#2 gets a substantial discount for a short period around the holidays. She had made a shopping appointment for Saturday morning with a friend of hers who is a sales associate at the Bellevue store. The Bellevue store is in the high-rent district. The only store that is bigger is the flagship store in downtown Seattle. The plan was for me to leave DD#2 at that Nordstrom to do her shopping while I went to the nearby Joann Fabrics. When we got there, however, I discovered that I had left my phone in her apartment.

It is a malady of modern civilization that being without one’s cell phone inspires such a high level of anxiety. I was in an unfamiliar location with no way to navigate or to contact DD#2. Fortunately, the Joann Fabrics was just a few miles from Nordstrom on the same road. I got myself over there, did some shopping, and got myself back without incident.

I’m going to digress here for a bit. Washington state has a mask mandate. That is enforced at various levels depending upon where one is—the stores in Spokane are much more lax about it than the ones in Seattle. At the end of October, King County also instituted a vaccine passport system. People have to be fully vaccinated, with proof, or have to have had a negative covid test within the past 72 hours in order to eat in restaurants or go to movie theatres.

DD#2 and I wanted to have lunch at Nordstrom, but both of us had forgotten about the passport requirement. I am not considered fully vaccinated, having only had the first shot. And I hadn’t thought about getting a covid test so I would have proof of a negative result. Thus, we could not eat at the restaurant inside the Nordstrom store. DD#2 thought for a moment, then said, “Let’s go get lunch at the E-Bar and eat in the mall.” So we did. We walked just outside the store entrance to Nordstrom’s E-Bar, ordered lunch, then sat at a table and ate it.

INSERT EYE ROLL HERE.

We had plans to see the House of Gucci movie, too, on Saturday night, but we had anticipated the passport issue. After we finished our shopping in Bellevue, we headed back to DD#2’s apartment, unloaded her purchases, then went to a different mall in a different county—one that doesn’t have a vaccine passport—where we were able to see the movie with no restrictions.

We both enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed spotting a couple of Necchi industrial sewing machines, seen in this clip:

And part of the movie was filmed at the Villa Necchi-Campiglio, built in 1935 by the Necchi family.

I headed back to Spokane on Sunday. Traffic was fairly heavy, but I had left early enough to avoid the “multiple collisions” in the Snoqualmie Pass area. I spent the night in Spokane and raced back here Monday morning.

Playtime is Over

I spent last week in Seattle with DD#2. As has been the pattern lately, the trip did not go exactly as planned, although this time is wasn’t car trouble, it was weather. I had been planning to leave Tuesday morning, drive to Spokane, spend the night, then drive to Seattle Wednesday morning. However, I got home from running errands Monday morning, and the husband—who had stopped home in between jobs—said, “Did you know there is a winter weather advisory for tomorrow?”

Um, no. The last weather report I had seen showed nothing out of the ordinary. I checked the forecast, and sure enough, it looked like Tuesday morning would be a mess driving over the mountain passes. I could do it, but if I could avoid it, all the better.

There is a saying that the best gunfight is the one you’re not in, and I feel that way about weather. The best snowstorm is the one I’m not driving in. After conferring with the husband, I checked with DD#2 to make sure it was okay that I showed up at her place Tuesday afternoon, hastily packed my stuff, changed the hotel reservation for Monday night instead of Tuesday night, and was on the road by 2:30. I gained an hour going over and was in Spokane by 6:00 pm local time.

I was slightly delayed by a Montana traffic jam:

This was a herd of bighorn sheep crossing the road. The lead ram had walked out into the middle of the road, stood there waiting for cars to stop, then signaled to the rest of the herd—about 40 sheep—to come across.

It was snowing by the time I woke up Tuesday morning. I looked at the forecast for Snoqualmie Pass and decided I would time my departure from Spokane so that I missed the worst of the snow going over that pass. That area is notorious for road closures in bad weather due to the fact that people can’t drive, and in fact, I-90 was closed for about five hours Tuesday morning over Snoqualmie because of spinouts.

[I have a few Washington State travel apps on my phone that send me text alerts about problems, which has been a huge help while traveling.]

While I was puttering around in Spokane, I got a text from DSIL’s mother. She and DSIL’s dad were on their way back from visiting relatives in the midwest and were just outside of Missoula. She wanted me to know they were behind me on the road in case I had car trouble. She also said they were planning to be home Tuesday night and wanted to invite us for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.

I left Spokane around 10:30 am. It was dicey for the first 40 miles or so, with heavy fog and snow showers. By the time I got to Ritzville, though, the snow showers had stopped and the fog lifted, and by the time I got to Snoqualmie, the precipitation had changed over to rain. I arrived at DD#2’s apartment and unloaded my stuff. She had dinner and a glass of wine waiting for me.

On Wednesday—my birthday—we did some shopping. My traditional birthday dinner is crab legs, and we kicked around the idea of going to Pike Place Market to get them, but in the end, I decided that a pound of jumbo lump crab meat from Costco served up as Crab Imperial would be a more than adequate substitute.

I’ll write more about our week in upcoming blog posts, but I arrived home yesterday around noon and landed in the middle of a meat grinder. We had concert rehearsal last evening with another one tonight and the concert tomorrow night. I have three sewing commission projects that need to get done this week or next, and I also bought fabric to make myself a Christmas top. DD#2 arrives here on the 14th for two weeks. I have to reorganize my sewing area so she has a place to sleep, and she’ll want to set up a workspace in my office. The piano tuner is coming Thursday morning. The whole house desperately needs to be cleaned, but I’ll start with the living room so he can get to the piano. I am trying hard to stay focused on what has to be done first. Wish me luck.

A (Mostly-Finished) Little Poppins Bag

It’s almost done. I have a bit more hand sewing to do to finish attaching the base, but the rest of the bag is complete.

And before anyone asks—no, I will not take orders. I would have to charge far more for a bag than what most people are willing to pay. Any future Little Poppins bags I make will be given as gifts only.

The inside pockets:

I’ve got a page of notes/changes that will be kept with the pattern. Specifically:

1. Rewrite the pattern in step-by-step format to make it easier to follow.

2. Label each photo/illustration and reference it within the text.

3. Reorganize the steps to make them flow more logically. (Why make the zipper pulls halfway through the bag construction when they aren’t put on until the very end?)

4. Note when sewists might want to change thread/bobbin thread colors.

5. Interface plain pieces of fabric, such as the pockets, to beef them up a bit.

6. Possibly add elastic to the tops of the pockets, in which case I might forego the added interfacing.

7. I changed the base construction, partly because I had to salvage the first base I made. I think I like my way better, however. The instructions have you make two separate bases from Craft-Tex or Peltex, fuse them to the base fabric, then cut out each base. (No template is given in the pattern for the base, although instructions are given for making your own template.) The first change I would make is to cut the bases together as one layer so they truly are identical. This is easy with a rotary cutter. The instructions then have you bind each base separately with what looks like a single layer of binding, after which you fuse the two bases together with the fabric facing out. I thought the single layer of binding was too flimsy. I ended up binding the two layers together the same way I would a quilt. I think the result looks neater. I understand that the bag may have been designed and the pattern written the way it was to account for the fact that most people will be making these bags on domestic sewing machines, but I did not think that even two layers of Peltex were difficult to sew through.

8. Note in the pattern that the clear plastic tubing for the handles needs to be 1/4” outside diameter tubing. The other student in the class had gone to Lowes and bought tubing, but it was 1/4” inside diameter tubing and was too big to fit inside the handles.

One of the women in the craft co-op has made several of the large Poppins bags and she says she does two at a time. I see the wisdom in that, considering how confusing the instructions are. Also, if you’re setting your machine up to do one bag, you might as well do two.

I do love the size of this bag. This one is perfect for carrying a knitting project. The large Poppins bag is big enough to carry a sewing machine, although I wouldn’t do that because it would be too easy for the base to give way, and there goes your machine. That size would make a great overnight bag, however. Most of the large Poppins bags I’ve seen feature panels rather than yardage.

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Not much will get done this week, which is fine. My birthday is Wednesday, which is also the release date for House of Gucci. DD#2 and I made plans several months ago to go see it.

I think it’s going to be good. The husband also informed me this morning that he ordered my birthday/Christmas present. I am pretty sure I know what I am getting, LOL. It’s not a sewing machine, but something equally useful.

Caught in the Cat-Griz Traffic

I stopped to get Robin around 8 am yesterday morning. We decided to leave a little bit later than usual because of the heavy fog—freezing fog can turn roads into skating rinks—and although it burned off quickly, we hit heavy traffic on the way down. About halfway to Missoula, I figured out why. Yesterday was the annual Cat-Griz game between Montana State and the University of Montana, and it was being held in Missoula. That actually boded well for us once we got there, because 25,000 people were in the stadium watching the game and the rest of the city was empty.

[The husband asked me if The Diva behaved on this trip. I am still getting random warning lights that come on and go off, but the car runs fine. We are going to try a cheap fix, suggested by Kevin when I called him last week, which is to replace the gas cap. Apparently, the gasket on the gas cap can develop tiny cracks which prevent it from getting a good seal. That makes the emissions control system think that something is wrong. We’ll see. The husband ordered a new cap and it should be here this week.]

Robin and I started out at Michaels to kill time and carry out product research. Kalispell has a small store; Missoula’s is much bigger, although neither of them is carrying fabric as the ones in Seattle do. We wandered around but didn’t see anything noteworthy.

Our next stop was the sewing machine store, where I paid for and picked up the Janome 3000 coverstitch (stock picture from the Janome website for reference).

This machine was my gift to myself for having done so well at the craft co-op sale. I have not yet unboxed it. I probably won’t until after Thanksgiving. I also got an 18mm rotary cutter. It’s tiny. I prefer to use a rotary cutter when I cut knits, and this is going to be great for getting around tight spots.

We went to Kohls so Robin could return a pair of pants, then headed to Joann Fabrics. They had issued a rare 60% off one regular-price item coupon, good this weekend. Robin used it on a bolt of Pellon Easy-Pattern for tracing patterns. I truly couldn’t find anything I needed that wasn’t already on sale. I did get two more lengths of knit fabric—my wardrobe is woefully short on winter tops at the moment—and two pieces from the remnant rack, but that was it.

We also visited Vicki’s Quilts Down Under and had the place mostly to ourselves. Robin was looking for Halloween fabrics to make more items for next year’s sale. She sold out of almost all of her fall and Halloween inventory at the sale and needs to replenish her stock. I succumbed and bought some Grunge. Vicki was very interested in the craft co-op and asked lots of questions about the sale and what items sold best.

The trip home included a visit to the Amish store, of course, where Robin did some shopping and I got a generous dish of strawberry ice cream. As we were leaving, Robin suggested that we stop at the quilt store in Polson. Polson is a small town on the southwest “corner” of Flathead Lake. If one drives down the west side of the lake, the store is on the way. However, because of where I live, I almost always drive down the east side of the lake and bypass the town of Polson itself. Going to that quilt store would require that a) I remember that it’s there and b) I take a short detour. I think I’ve been there twice in the past 10 years.

We both did a bit more shopping at that quilt store. I discovered that my friend Valeri’s sister works there, so I introduced myself and we chatted while she cut fabric for us.

While I was out bopping around western Montana, the husband was here setting up his new hydraulic press that was delivered on Friday. I’ve been teasing him that he needs a bigger shop. I am glad, though, that he is investing in some equipment that will let him transition into other kinds of work when he decides he has had enough of concrete.

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I can’t believe that it is almost December. I feel like November got away from me. It is time to sit down and revisit the sewing to-do list and try to bring things under control again. I moved one of the basted quilts to the Q20 and have been working on it here and there as I have a few minutes. I know I get a lot done, but when I’m in the middle of it, sometimes it feels like all I am doing is treading water. The Poppins bag should be finished tonight and I can cross that one off the list.

Choosing the Right Sewing Machine for the Job

The Little Poppins Bag is close to being done. I completed one step and went on to the next and before I knew it, I had only the bottom left to sew on. That will need to be done by hand, hopefully tonight.

I was reminded again that some machines are better than others for certain tasks. Sometimes the issue is motor strength. An anemic motor isn’t going to allow the machine to sew through multiple layers of foam interfacing easily. Sometimes, though, the actual structure of the machine gets in the way. I think I’ve talked about this before, but it is worth revisiting.

I took my Janome 6600P to class because it is relatively portable and I knew it would do the job I asked it to do. Its motor is plenty strong and has sewn through everything I’ve thrown at it so far. However, maneuvering in tight spots is tough. Much of that has to do with the position of the light, which is in a housing sticking out to the left of the needle. I had a lot of trouble sewing certain parts of the Poppins bag because it kept getting hung up in that spot.

I took out some of what I had sewn in class when I got home and redid it on the industrial Necchi, which has no light and thus a much slimmer profile with more room to maneuver a bulky bag:

(That green throat plate is a Teflon plate; even though I don’t sew much vinyl, I keep it on there because it has clear measurement markings.) If it were up to me, I would forego the light on the Janome altogether—sewing machine lights are notoriously dim and most people end up putting LED lights above the bed—in favor of more room to move.

The Necchi is also a treadle, which allows me to sew as slowly as I want/need to, including stitch by stitch if necessary. The “motor strength” is provided by my legs, but it’s hardly a strenuous workout. And the BV is a straight-stitch only machine that makes a beautiful topstitch. For sewing bags, it is my machine of choice.

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Robin and I are heading to Missoula today. I am going to pick up the Janome 3000 coverstitch machine. We’ll see what other trouble we can get into.

I ran across this video from Shabby Fabrics yesterday. The project is a tabletop Christmas tree made using Bosal moldable foam interfacing.

I have never seen this product before, probably because it has to be ordered. This is part of why I watch YouTube videos—to find out about things I can’t get locally—and I like the Shabby Fabrics, Riley Blake, and Fat Quarter Shop videos for precisely this reason. Has anyone else used this moldable foam interfacing?

A Partial Poppins Bag

The Poppins Bag class on Tuesday was fun. There were just two of us in the class plus the instructor. The other student and I discovered that we both had kids who graduated from our high school at the same time—her son in 2009 and DD#1 in 2010—and were now living in Ketchikan. Her son runs a guide business there. DD#1 didn’t know him in school, but Ketchikan is small enough that they may run into him at some point.

I did not remember, from making the Mini Poppins bag, how awful these instructions are. They are written in a narrative format, not a logically-numbered step-out format, and the terminology isn’t consistent. I was glad we had the instructor to walk us through what we were doing. We were also able to watch the videos that accompany the pattern. I’ve got lots of notes written on my pattern in case I make another one. The construction method is very clever and leaves no exposed seams, but it could have been presented more clearly.

We were to have the bag pieces quilted before class, although additional quilting is done during class. We were so busy visiting that we probably didn’t get as far as we might have were we working alone. I am about to sew the bottom binding onto my bag prior to making and attaching the base:

I will finish this, but probably not for a few weeks yet. I have also moved over to the Necchi industrial for the remainder of the bag. The Janome does okay, but making bags is far easier on my industrial treadle.

The instructor of our Poppins bag class is also teaching a series of classes on table runners using this Doug Leko book:

I was so tempted to sign up for the monthly sessions, but I know better than to fill my schedule with more classes. I did buy the book, though. Table runners seem to sell really well at the co-op sale, so I’d like to make some, and I like Doug’s designs.

I did no sewing yesterday as it was music practice day. I had an appointment at 9:30 am, ran errands, went to the first music practice at noon, came home and had lunch and checked on animals, then went back for the second music practice at 4 pm. We have a break next week for Thanksgiving, then two more practices before the concert on December 1.

I’d still like to make some more long-sleeve tops, too, as my wardrobe is woefully lacking in them. I was going to make another Nancy Raglan out of some French terry, but I couldn’t find my traced pattern. I had to get out the original pattern and trace another one. Organizing and labelling supplies is a work in progress. I do so many different kids of sewing, and each kind of sewing requires a different kind of storage system. I am considering making a master list with numbers on each bin.

Snow is in the forecast for tomorrow and Robin is working (she subs), but she and I are going to Missoula on Saturday to pick up my new coverstitch machine.

Property Work

While I was traveling, the husband was hard at work here. The side of the property where we lost all those trees is almost cleaned up. That was a huge job that took close to two years. He spent a few days last week landscaping with the heavy equipment.

I love that he smoothed out the transition from the “yard” to the “woods,” especially by the chicken coop:

This will make so many things easier, like getting in and out of there with the tractor.

The last few slash piles are burning:

Getting some larch seedlings to plant in this area next spring is on my to-do list. Also, now that this area is cleaned up, the ground squirrels have no cover left. They will have to move somewhere else.

A few dead trees still remain and have to come down, including a big one by the chicken coop. That will have to wait until next spring, I think.

We’re also putting a driveway on the south edge of the property.

This has been in the works for a couple of years. The easement to our rental property and to our neighbor’s property runs between our two parcels and comes out at the road on a dangerous blind corner. We’re moving that access to this side of the property. Our neighbors have horses, so hopefully this will also help make it easier to get their horse trailer in and out. Their property is landlocked behind ours. The fenceposts are for another neighbor’s fence project.

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I made binding yesterday afternoon, mostly for the batch of casserole hot pads, but also so I would have a supply laid in for other projects. I can cut both straight-grain and bias strips on my Accuquilt cutter, which makes it fast and easy.

I got an order for more canvas grocery bags yesterday, too. I stopped making them when stores stopped letting people bring their own bags because of the pandemic. I think it’s time to start production again. The industrial serger is still set up to do them.

Today, though, I am going to baste three more tops for quilting, cut out the rest of the pieces for the Poppins Bag class tomorrow, and cut out a couple of long-sleeve tops to make for myself.

I have been griping to the husband about a few of the videos we’ve been watching lately. For some reason, I am overly sensitive to videos where people talk nonstop. He put one on last night—some British guy doing a commentary on phthalates in fast food—and I had to get up and leave. Listening to this guy was like trying to drink from a fire hose. I can’t process what some of these people are saying because they never slow down or take a breath. And it’s not just the videos on his YouTube account, either; I’ve had to turn off quilting videos for the same reason.

He says it’s because I have been living with him for 30 years and he doesn’t talk, LOL. I’m not entirely sure what the reason is, but if you’re a content creator, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, think about how you’re delivering your information. Silence is not a bad thing.

How to Shop the Remnant Rack

I’ve had a couple of requests for a tutorial on how to shop the remnant rack. I am happy to share my tips and tricks with you. If you sew or quilt, the remnant rack is one of the first places you should look when you shop at Joanns or Hobby Lobby.

What is the remnant rack? The remnant rack is the place where any cuts of fabric less than one yard end up. Those pieces are too small to put back onto the bolt. I am one of those people who will take the extra fabric that might be on the bolt, if it’s less than a yard, so I bless those shoppers who buy only enough for their project and leave the remnants for the rest of us.

Why shop the remnant rack?

• The remnants are discounted. The associates at the cutting counter will cut a piece of fabric from the bolt as narrow as 4” wide, but you may pay full price for it.

• You may only need a small piece for your project. Perhaps it’s because I do a lot of scrappy quilts, but I like the challenge of designing with smaller bits. That does come back to bite me on occasion, however. Once a fabric ends up on the remnant rack, that’s probably the last you’ll see of it.

• You might want to experiment with a new fabric. Maybe you haven’t worked with clear vinyl yet. Before you have the cut counter pull that giant roll off the rack to cut a small piece, check the remnant rack for smaller chunks. Because you got the remnant at a discount, you won’t feel so bad if your experiment isn’t successful.

• It’s a quick and inexpensive way to build up a fabric stash, so that when you get hit with an urge to try a new pattern at 11 pm on a Friday night (or 5 am on a Saturday morning), you can pull out what you need and get started.

Our Joann’s remnant rack looks like this:

Our remnant rack is not very organized. The remnant racks in the Spokane stores are sorted by color, which I appreciate. Some stores will also separate the fleece remnants from the other fabrics—perhaps putting them on a separate display—which I also appreciate. As I look through the remnants at our store, I try to sort and straighten them for the next shopper. I should get that 30% discount for team members.

That sign at the top notes that remnants are 50% off, and the small print underneath notes that the price is 50% off the current sale price, if any. More on that in a moment.

Each remnant is rolled and tagged before it is put on the rack. Our Joanns recently hired someone who rolls the remnants into half-size (6”) rolls, which is driving me nuts as they don’t fit in well with the rolls that are about 12” long. (Get off my lawn.)

I usually start at the top left and look through each section. There is no rhyme or reason to where the newest remnants end up. Some associates put them on the top rack. Some put them on the bottom rack. I almost always look for quilt cotton remnants, first, as those are the fabrics I use most often. I have to be careful, though, because some of the flannels have a flat nap that makes them feel like quilt cotton. As I go along, I make a stack on one side of the rack of things I am considering.

Each remnant has a label, and this information is key:

Let’s start at the top. The first number tells you how much yardage is in that remnant. This label came from a chunk of Christmas fabric. I see that this remnant is 7/8 of a yard. (Hopefully, you learned how to convert decimals to fractions in school.) The next number ($10.99) is the regular price of the fabric per yard, and they have calculated out how much that remnant would be at full price ($9.61).

However, the remnants are 50% off the current price of the fabric. If the fabric were full price, this remnant would be half of $9.61, or $4.80. All the Christmas fabrics were 50% off the regular price yesterday when I picked up this remnant, so the price of the remnant was actually 50% off the sale price.

$10.99 x .50 = $5.50 (the sale price of the fabric per yard)

0.875 x $5.50 = $4.80 (the price of this remnant at the current sale price)

$4.80 x .50 = $2.40 (the price of this remnant with the remnant discount factored in)

I think of the fabric I find on the remnant rack as my “latte fabric” because sometimes I get several pieces for the price of a Starbuck’s latte. It lasts a lot longer and doesn’t end up on my hips. I made myself a T-shirt this summer from two one-yard chunks of knit fabric I found on the remnant rack. Total cost: $6.00.

The remnant label has other useful information, like the fiber content. Sometimes I can tell by feel, but sometimes I have to check. It also gives the width of the fabric, which might be 42” for quilt cotton, 58” for knits, or even 108” for wide backs. If you have concerns about washability, check the care section to see what it recommends.

A few other things to note:

• Every so often, Joanns will put the remnants on sale for 75% off, usually after Christmas or when the remnant rack is full to overflowing.

• “Remnants” include anything that comes on a bolt, which includes batting and interfacing, too, so don’t forget to look for small pieces of those items.

• The week after a big sale is usually a good time to check the remnant rack. If Joanns puts all the novelty prints on sale for 40% off, it’s a good bet that there will be a bunch of them on the remnant rack a few days later.

• Hobby Lobby doesn’t have a remnant rack, per se—they put their remnants in with the clearance items. Our Hobby Lobby has a clearance rack near the fabric and craft section, but I have been in HL stores where there was ONE clearance rack and the fabric remnants were way on the other side of the store. Sometimes it requires a bit of detective work. Also, HL discounts each remnant, but the price you pay is the price that is on the label. There is no extra math to do.

Having been in dozens of Joann Fabrics stores around the country, I note that the remnant racks reflect different shopping habits of sewists in that area. Our remnant rack gets gleaned thoroughly on a regular basis. The remnant rack in the Moses Lake, WA store is huge and overflowing. Sometimes I wonder if their customers even know it exists.

Hopefully this has been helpful. I already have lots of competition for the remnant rack here in Kalispell, so I don’t think I am giving any secrets away.

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I walked the craft show with Robin yesterday morning. I found a Christmas present for someone on my list, but the show was smaller than I thought it would be. Only one vendor had a booth full of sewn items. Lots of jewelry, lots of crocheted items, lots of woodworking. I’m glad I went, but I was reminded why I don’t usually go to town on Saturdays. Traffic was awful.

When I got home, I quilted the body pieces for the Little Poppins bag and started collecting supplies to take to class. I also took advantage of having the Janome set up for straight-line quilting and did a stack of casserole hot pads that were assembled and waiting to be quilted. Now I have about a dozen that are quilted and trimmed and waiting for binding.

Fickle Me

I changed my mind yet again about what fabric I wanted to use for the Little Poppins bag, and switched to this one from Tula Pink’s “Homemade” line:

The bag pieces are basted and ready to quilt, so I can’t change my mind again. I am not a huge fan of Tula Pink’s designs—they are a bit too far out and modern for me—but I liked this line and have a couple of prints from it. The coordinating tape measure print will be used for the lining of the bag. I bought those prints intending for them to be either a bag or a sewing machine cover, so there you go.

The instructions call for quilted straight lines 1” apart and I’ll do that on my Janome today. I finished the apron yesterday and that will get shipped on Monday. As it turns out, I can’t go to Missoula on Monday to get my coverstitch machine because the store is closed on Mondays. I will probably go next Friday.

The husband drove The Diva and checked and cleared the codes and says he thinks it is unlikely to strand me by the side of the road. Let’s hope. When it has broken down, it’s thus far managed to do it within a few miles of home or the BMW dealer in Spokane. He’s putting the snow tires on the Acura today, though, so I’ll have that one as a backup vehicle if I need it.

Elysian came over for a chat yesterday afternoon, and while we sat and drank our tea, I finished sewing down the binding on the rooster wallhanging and put it up over the table:

Yes, that is a close approximation of the wall color in my kitchen. It’s a Sherwin-Williams color called Pesto. This may not be the right place for this hanging to live, but the other one needed to be washed. I’ll leave this here for a few days, at least.

One of my blog readers, Joanna, e-mailed me with a great suggestion for a post about how to shop the remnant rack. I want to get some pictures for that post—which requires that I visit the store—so watch for it in a couple of days.

While I was gone last week, the husband did quite a bit of landscape work. The woods on the south side of our property where all the trees blew down is looking really nice. If we get a break in the rain today, I’ll get out and take some pictures.

Some of us from the craft co-op are going to walk a big craft show in town today. I love industrial espionage, LOL.

Stash Acquisition

I try to visit other fabric stores when I am traveling. Joann Fabrics and Hobby Lobby are relatively easy to find as they are usually near malls or other big box shopping areas. Independent quilt stores are a bit harder to search out, but worth the effort.

Cleveland, despite being a large metropolitan area, has fewer Joann Fabrics stores than Spokane does. There were two within reasonable driving distance (30 minutes) of my mother, and I visited both.

Fabric manufacturers produce a specific number of yards of fabric for each line released. It is very rare for them to reprint a line. I think Joanna Figuroa had a line reprinted, but I’m not sure it was even the full line, just the most popular prints. Some quilters will buy bolts of fabric from particularly sought-after designers, like Tula Pink, and hold onto them for a few years until they can sell the fabric at a hefty markup on eBay.

Our Joanns—and every Joanns on the west coast, it seems—sold out of a few prints that I’d dearly love to have more of. I was curious to see if I could find them in Ohio. Lucky for me, I did! I found two that I’d been searching for, and bought what was left on the bolts. I was surprised, too, to see that the remnant racks were full to bursting. I stocked up on quite a few pieces of knit fabric destined to be baby beanies or leggings for next year’s sale.

Hobby Lobby just opened a HUGE store in the town where I grew up. The east coast distributors must be having an easier time getting product than the west coast distributors, as that HL had no empty shelves.

My visits to those stores yielded a box of remnants which my mother shipped back to me. I meant to take a picture before I took the remnants out and washed them, so you’ll have to use your imaginations. Sorry about that. I was being efficient.

My mother also sent me some egg cartons:

She buys her eggs at Drug Mart (everyone who has ever lived in Cleveland can sing you their theme song), which is the official drug store of the Cleveland Browns. I am feeling better about the Browns since they trounced the Bengals last week.

[Interestingly, the other side of that Browns insert is the same thing, but with the old Cleveland Indians logo. I may hang on to these for posterity’s sake. The Indians are now called The Guardians, for those of you who don’t follow sports.]

Back here in Montana, I did my birthday shopping at the quilt store north of town, because they offer a discount in each customer’s birthday month. I picked up this book, which I have been meaning to order:

It’s full of photos and history. I can’t wait to start reading it.

I also bought this book:

I have Joanna Lindstrom’s coverstitch book, which is excellent, but because reference books about coverstitch machines are still thin on the ground, I thought I should have another one. My new Janome coverstitch machine is in at the store in Missoula. I was going to run down today and pick it up, but the weather is supposed to be crummy and I’d rather wait. Robin can go with me on Monday. I also need the husband to check out The Diva (my car) this weekend as it seems to be running fine but is throwing random error codes. I called Kevin at the BMW dealer in Spokane the other day and asked him what the possibility was that the electronic control module—the “brain” of the car—was about to have a seizure and die.

There was a slight pause and then he said, “Well, it’s not zero.”

That’s the worst-case scenario. It could be another bad sensor. The husband said it could also be a bad battery, although the dealer replaced the battery for me back in June when they fixed the transfer case. He will check it out this weekend and see what he can find.

I can drive DD#1’s Acura, which is still here, but it needs snow tires put on it. The husband can do that as well. The Acura is a little stick-shift sports car, but it does surprisingly well in snow. It’s hard to haul chicken feed in that car, however.

I am not at all interested in buying a new car right now, for a variety of reasons. I was hoping to drive The Diva for at least another couple of years, but that’s looking less and less likely.

The apron fabric is washed, pressed, and cut, so I’ll assemble the apron today. I also made and attached binding to the rooster wallhanging after I got home from lunch at craft co-op yesterday. I have one side left to sew down. And I have to get the body pieces quilted for the Little Poppins bag class next Tuesday. We have to have that step done before class and I have been dithering about what fabric I want to use. I finally settled on a chunk of Jane Sassaman fabric that has been aging in the stash.

Freelance Accompanist

The benefit concert for the local nonprofit has been postponed until next year, but as an indirect result of that, I was put in touch with a music teacher who needed an accompanist. I stopped at her studio Tuesday afternoon and picked up the music. Yesterday was my first rehearsal with the ensemble. The teacher is a delightful young woman named Clara. She has about two dozen students learning to play various string instruments. Roughly half are homeschooled and half are in public school, so she put together two string ensembles and chose four pieces of Christmas music for them to perform.

We met for rehearsal at a local church in Kalispell. Clara directed one piece, but she asked another friend of hers—a retired public school music teacher—to direct the others. (The music teacher is playing the flute on the piece that Clara is directing.) This is the first time Clara has organized any kind of ensemble like this and she admitted it was a bit more involved than she thought it would be. Despite that, it was obvious to me that she is an excellent string teacher. A group of middle school violins, violas, and cellos has the potential to sound like a group of cats stuck in traps, but her kids have their techniques down. I thought both ensembles sounded quite good.

I am not a music teacher, but I have a fair bit of experience with kids learning to play music, having subbed for the music teacher at my kids’ elementary school for many years. I am also not a piano soloist; my strengths lie in accompaniment and playing in ensembles. Those are two completely different skill sets, by the way. It is not that common to find piano soloists who are also willing to be church pianists. When we were in Ohio, DD#1—who plays the piano and has a darling little baby grand of her own—mentioned that she had been asked to play piano at her church. The first words out of my mouth were, “Don’t do it,” but I realize that she needs to find out for herself if that is something she might find enjoyment in.

[I find enjoyment in it most of the time, so I shouldn’t project my cynicism onto her. It’s just that I know it also can be a thankless job on occasion.]

I had a good time yesterday. There were a few hiccups along the way, but the three adults tried to keep things lighthearted and fun for the kids. Clara had chosen “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies” as one of the pieces, which is a bit beyond the capabilities of this group of musicians, including the pianist. My music for that piece looks like this:

This is the result of trying to transcribe an orchestral piece for the piano. I might be able to work this up in a month or two, but the concert is December 1 and I don’t have five hours a day to practice. For yesterday’s rehearsal, we settled on me playing the right hand of the piano part. Anna, the public school music teacher, said that if all we did was play the first page of the piece, the parents would still be impressed. With kids, you punt.

I was able to read through the other pieces of music without difficulty. They will require only a bit of practice time to polish them up.

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My travel reading on my trip was the Heying/Weinstein book, The Hunter-Gatherer’s Guide to the 21st Century. I enjoyed it very much, although I was a bit surprised by the feeling of relief I felt when I started reading it. I said to the husband that it was akin to wandering around in a society where all you hear around you is gibberish, then suddenly stumbling upon a couple of people speaking a language you understand.

My degree is in biology, and while I haven’t practiced in that field beyond horticulture and animal husbandry (also known as farming), I did spend time in some pretty rarified air. I did an internship at NIH—specifically, at NIAID, which is the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Disease—when I was in college. The head of our lab, who was a recipient of the Nobel Prize in Medicine and thus no stranger to the rigors of scientific inquiry, had nothing flattering to say about Anthony Fauci. This was in 1986, near the start of the AIDS epidemic, even before Fauci had thirty-five years to become an entrenched government bureaucrat. It sets my teeth on edge to hear people talk about The Science™ as if it is some monolith of unassailable truth. I even threatened to start handing out copies of Thomas Kuhn’s excellent book The Structure of Scientific Revolutions to people who said to me, “The Science™ is settled.” Science is never settled, and statements like that fly in the very face of what scientific inquiry is supposed to be. We’ve got a whole country full of people who think The Science™ is what they are told it is by the media.

So to hear people speaking about and discussing science as scientists—not as politicians, journalists, or pundits—was a welcome relief. I got the same feeling listening to a recent Peak Prosperity interview with Chris Martenson and Dave Collum on the way back from Spokane. Chris Martenson has a PhD in neurotoxicology from Duke, and Dave Collum is the Betty R Miller Professor of Chemistry at Cornell University. These two guys are not lightweights. While listening to them converse for almost two hours, I was struck by how many times each of them said, “I don’t know,” or “I thought this, but after seeing this data, now I need to revise my theory about what is going on.” That kind of humility isn’t a weakness; it’s a core component of being a scientist.

Here endeth today’s sermon. At some point, I hope to do some actual sewing—I have an apron order to complete and send out this week—but for the moment, I’m immersed in other tasks.

I Went Back to Ohio

My mother turns 80 at the end of this month. Back in August, my cousin Aimee contacted my sister and me about having a birthday party for her. Aimee’s mother—my Aunt Elaine—is my mother’s older sister. With Aimee’s generous help, we planned a party for my mother for the afternoon of November 6th.

My trips all have a lot of moving parts. Lots of moving parts means lots of opportunities for things to go sideways. I had planned that the girls and I would fly from Seattle to Ohio for the party. I would drive to Spokane on Monday, spend the night, then drive to Seattle Tuesday morning to meet DD#1 from her flight from Ketchikan. The girls and I would spend Tuesday night at a motel near the airport and fly out bright and early (6 am) bound for Cleveland.

All was going as planned until I got to Coeur d’Alene on Monday. I stopped at the Joann Fabrics store there to peruse the remnant rack, and when I got back in my car and started it up, a big warning light came up on the dash: “Drivetrain malfunction! Drive moderately.”

Some warning lights can be ignored until the husband can look at the car. Warning lights about the drivetrain—rather necessary to making the car move—cannot. I motored over to the BMW dealer in Spokane to say hello to Kevin. Again. Fortunately, they weren’t terribly busy, so he was able to get my car in and get it looked at. After running the diagnostics on it, they determined it needed a new emissions sensor. That would be a five-minute fix, if they had the part. They did not, and Kevin said it would take two days to get there. Could I have driven the car to Seattle? Probably, but I was risking a breakdown in the middle of Washington state where there is limited cell phone service. Also, I had a plane to catch. Kevin said that if I left it there, they would have the car ready to go when I got back the following Monday.

I decided the better approach was to spend that Monday night in Spokane as planned, then catch a flight to Seattle Tuesday morning. The BMW dealer got me a ride to the hotel and I Ubered to the airport Tuesday morning, arriving in Seattle just a few minutes before DD#1’s plane landed. DD#2 came and picked us up. From there, the rest of the trip went smoothly and we got to Ohio Wednesday afternoon.

I was able to get together with some dear friends from high school and college and saw lots of relatives. I had dinner with my friend Joyce Wednesday night at a favorite local restaurant. One of the entrees was pierogis with chicken paprikas. How could I not? I don’t get either of those in Montana unless I make them myself:

We did some shopping on Thursday and Friday with my mother and sister. I will provide a Joann Fabrics/Hobby Lobby report in a post later this week.

I think my mother enjoyed her party. We set up a “photo booth” area and took lots of pictures. Here she is with my girls:

No, she doesn’t look 80. She doesn’t act 80, either. She is still working and bowls in a league every week. That’s why she looks so good at 80.

The return trip was mostly uneventful, although between the time change and flying through three different time zones, I had about 36 hours where I wasn’t sure what day it was or what city I was in. We got back to Seattle Sunday evening. DD#2 dropped us off at the hotel and went home. DD#1’s flight back to Ketchikan left at 7 am Monday morning, so we went to the airport together. I saw her off, then sat and waited for my noon flight back to Spokane. I arrived at the dealer mid-afternoon and retrieved the car.

I had a bit of a dilemma—I could have driven back to Kalispell that afternoon, but with the change back to standard time coupled with the fact that Montana is in Mountain time and Spokane in Pacific time, I would have hit full darkness halfway through the trip in an area with no cell service. However, a storm system was marching across Washington state and expected to arrive in Spokane Tuesday morning. That meant snow across the passes. I decided I would rather take my chances with snow during the day than with a car breaking down again at night (or hitting a deer), so I spent Monday night in Spokane again. I did run into some significant snowfall over Lookout Pass on the way home, but I have excellent snow tires, and my winter driving skills came back quickly.

I arrived home at noon, unloaded the car, then turned around and went into Kalispell. Our first Ruler Club meeting was yesterday afternoon at the quilt store, and I also had to make a Costco run and pick up some music. I’m supposed to accompany a couple of school groups in an upcoming concert, but we’ll have to see how it goes as I don’t have a lot of time to prepare.

I think Ruler Club is going to be a lot of fun. This one is more structured than the last one. We’re using Amanda Murphy’s Lollipop rulers:

These come with a book and a panel for us to practice on. The class has 10 students, which is almost twice what we had in the other one.

The next two weeks are jammed full of some obligations that need to be met, so I’ll be busy.

A Quilted Rooster

No, not Dave, LOL.

I need to get the muscle memory back for working on the Q20 as it’s been five months since the last time I used it. I had a few hours yesterday afternoon, so I oiled the machine, put in a brand new needle, threaded it, and quilted this:

The center was quilted in loops—of course—to help me get back in the free motion rhythm. I used a cream/yellow/mocha variegated 40wt thread. I did the side borders in a piano key pattern with red thread for some basic ruler work, and the corners are done in a royal blue thread in a sunburst pattern. The bobbin thread was red Aurifil 50wt to match the red chicken wire fabric on the back.

This piece is all trimmed and ready for binding. I have to decide what color. I am leaning toward the same blue that is in the corners.

And now I am ready to move on to some bigger quilts. The tumbler quilt probably will be next.

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I am about to start reading this book:

When I told the husband, he said, “That sounds like it’s right up your alley.” Heying is an evolutionary biologist. I follow her on Twitter. I expect this book will give me much to think about and I am looking forward to digging in to it. For all that I spend much of my time in creative pursuits, I do like to get back to my biology-degree roots every now and then.

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All is calm in the chicken coop. The little chick that hatched a few months ago finally got big enough that it can no longer escape from the chicken yard. The fencing had holes in a few spots, and she figured out how to get out. I would find her wandering around the yard. Thankfully, nothing got her, nor did she wander off with a flock of turkeys. Dave is happy with his harem of hens. I am happy that Dave is happy.

The pigs are bulking up nicely, and even though it is extra work for the husband to manage the water line, he says keeping them until December was the right decision. Cathy sent me an article from a local paper about the family—three brothers—that bought the processing business we used to use. The new owners aren’t ready to do pigs yet, but I am still hoping that we can get on their schedule for 2022. Also, I haven’t seen her in a while and it would be great if the two of us could take a trip up there some time to meet the new owners. The calendar is starting to fill up, though. November and December will be busy.

Swimming in Reds and Pinks

I am working hard to keep projects from piling up, because I can’t focus when I have too many things going simultaneously. The scrap bags needed to be dealt with, so that’s what I did Thursday afternoon.

Scrap: A small piece or amount of something, especially one that is left over after the greater part has been used.

My scrap system isn’t complicated. Anything bigger than a fat quarter gets put back into the stash. Long pieces get cut into strips. I have several Accuquilt strip dies ranging from 1” to 3” wide, and they make easy work of those pieces. Other leftovers get cut into 5” squares or 2-1/2” squares. Odd shapes end up as tumblers or hexies. I try to use up as much as I possibly can.

The red/pink/orange scrap bag is now overflowing:

I needed some mindless sewing last night, so I started making another Candy Coated quilt from the Sunday Morning Quilts book. This one will come entirely from this scrap bag. I sorted out the longest strips, sewed them together in pairs, then cut them into 11-1/2” long strips. I sewed the 11-1/2” strips into pairs, then pairs again, and so on, until I had three sections measuring approximately 24” each. I pressed and trimmed those sections to 10-1/2 wide, sewed them together, and boom—the 10-1/2” row was done.

I’ll do the same thing with the successively shorter strips, making rows of different heights, until I have enough rows to sew together for a quilt.

If any of my local quilting peeps need strips or want to make a tumbler quilt, let me know. I’ll share.

I also basted the blue tumbler quilt with batting and backing:

I have spent way too much time at Joann Fabrics lately, simply trying to find backings and borders for my quilts. If the color is right, there isn’t enough fabric. If there is enough fabric, the color doesn’t work. I thought I had found a backing for this one—the color was right and there appeared to be enough on the bolt—but when I got to the cutting table and the employee unrolled it, we discovered a huge flaw right in the center of the fabric.

Arrrggghhhh.

I started over and found another potential backing candidate. (By the way, two folds on a bolt is roughly one yard, so if you’re trying to determine of there is enough fabric, count the folds. It’s not exact, but it’s close enough.) Lucky for me, not only was there enough fabric on that bolt—just enough—but it was actually a clearance fabric that had been put back with the regular fabrics. Yay.

I need to start quilting soon. All of my basting pins are in use.

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Adam Taggart has had some really great interviews this week on the Wealthion YouTube channel. And while I’ve been aware, for a while, of creeping inflation at the grocery store, it hit me in the face the other day. I don’t always pay attention to the individual prices of items, but I know when it’s totaled up at the register if I’m spending more than normal because I buy the same items every week. The husband mentioned he was out of pepper jack cheese. He likes to cut it in cubes and take it in his lunch. A one-pound block of Tillamook pepper jack usually runs about $9, sometimes less if the store puts it on sale. I went to grab a block of it the other day and just about fell over. The price had gone up to $11.87.

I have to go to Costco soon and I have no idea what I’m going to find there. Hang on—I suspect we’re in for a wild ride.

I Was Distracted By a Pillow

I watch a lot of YouTube videos while I sew. I’m subscribed to the Fat Quarter Shop, A Quilting Life, Jordan Fabrics, Seamwork, and quite a few other sewing-related channels. The drawback is that sometimes I’ll see patterns or projects that I want to make. I watched one pillow video the other day and suddenly my feed was full of pillow project videos, so of course I had to drop everything and make a pillow.

Oh look!—a squirrel.

Kimberly, at The Fat Quarter Shop, did a video on making a Faux Pleated Pillow about a year ago:

She notes in the video that the inspiration came from a similar tutorial at the Quilting in the Rain blog (from 2012). I watched the video, read the blog post, and decided I needed to make a pillow.

Home dec is not really my thing. I admire people with houses whose decor could grace the pages of a magazine. I gave that up as a goal about 30 years ago. I don’t change my decor to match the seasons, either, because nature does that for me. In the winter, I decorate with snow. In the spring, I decorate with mud. I’m happy if I can keep the clutter and dust down to a dull roar.

One of the added benefits of this craft co-op, though—and specifically, the sale—is that I have an excuse to try out lots of different projects. I can make something, and if it’s not something I can use or gift, I can put it aside for next year’s sale.

So I made a pillow:

The video and blog post both call for a jelly roll for making the pillow. Some years ago, one of the fabric companies began naming its collections of pre-cut fabrics after pastries. A “layer cake” is a collection of forty-two 10” squares. A “jelly roll” is a collection of forty-two strips. 2-1/2” wide by the width of a piece of fabric (approximately 44”), rolled up. These names have found their way into the quilting lexicon generically, so if you say “jelly roll” to a quilter, they know you aren’t talking about food.

I have some jelly rolls in the stash, but I didn’t want to break one open just to experiment with a pillow pattern. I went to my collection of scraps and pulled out the bag of white and cream 2-1/2” strips, folded them, pressed them, and sewed them to a piece of Kona Bone. The one change I did make was to put a piece of thin cotton batting under the Kona so I was sewing strips to both the Kona and the batting. I thought that gave the fabric a bit more stability. The whole pillow front took about an hour.

By then, it was time to leave for Robin’s. We spent the morning visiting, looking at projects—I discovered she has a Wheeler and Wilson D9 treadle in her sewing room (!!!!!!!)—and marking our pants so they could be hemmed. We examined the quilt she made for her bed, which has the same block, set on point, as the Blue Thistle quilt block I am making. (Her quilt was done in reds and creams.) We went to the Somers Bay Cafe for lunch. I am ashamed to say that I have lived in the Flathead for almost 30 years and have never eaten there. It was very good. We split a Reuben sandwich and a shrimp and avocado salad.

After lunch, I ran into Kalispell to pick up the husband’s work boots and his nail bag. He had both fixed at a local saddle shop after I said that I could do it, but only if I bought another sewing machine. I also stopped at Joann Fabrics to get a pillow form for my pillow.

[I don’t really want to get into sewing leather. The shop fixed his boots and nail bag in less than a week for a very reasonable price.]

Joanns is having some growing pains. Our local store, like every place else here, has cut its hours due to lack of staffing. They are also in the middle of a desperately-needed upgrade to their dinosaur of a computer system, and I gather this is a national upgrade as the stores in Spokane were having theirs upgraded as well. However, the signs advertising discounts on merchandise don’t always match the prices being rung up on the register. The sign on the pillow form display advertised 40% off. I got up to the register to pay and the cashier was so busy chatting at me that I wasn’t paying attention to the price of the two-pack of pillow forms. I saw a discount ring up, but it wasn’t until I was halfway home that I did the math in my head and realized the discount that rang up was only 25%, not 40%.

If I had noticed, they would have honored the 40% off, but it wasn’t worth turning around and going back. I am going to watch more closely from now on, at least until they get the bugs worked out of this new system. I am also noticing a visible decrease in the amount of inventory over what they normally have. Trying to find quilt backs is more difficult, because many of the bolts only have one or two yards on them. A quilt back usually requires 4-6 yards, unless it’s a wide back of 108”.

I may leave the pillow out; I may put it away for next year’s sale. This is a quick and easy way to use up scrap strips, though, and I did buy a two-pack of pillow forms. I could make a second one. I like the addition of the batting to make the pillow front a bit more substantial.

Sit and Sew, Get Up and Move

I love days when I can sew for hours at a time and make significant headway on some projects. The O block wallhanging now has borders and has been added to the “to be basted” pile. I have a list of the backings I need to get. And I’ve got more than half of the Blue Thistle (that is its working title) star blocks made.

(Please excuse the wonky picture. I know some of my photos look like I took them after a glass of wine. I blame my hand-me-down iPhone.)

I’ll need 13 of these blocks and about that many of the second block. I still have to cut the fabric for the other blocks, but once I do, those should come together quickly.

I can’t chain piece in long sessions. Even though I had all the pieces for these star blocks cut, I only chain pieced enough for 2-3 blocks at a time. I have trouble sitting still; it’s not physical pain but a need to get up and move around frequently. As much as I loved my transcription job, one of the downsides was sitting for long stretches. I had a lot of muscle and joint problems during that time and don’t want those to resurface. My occupational therapist daughter says that the fascia around the joints and muscles “shrink wraps” as one ages and contributes to mobility problems, so I try to stay active. That’s easy during the summer when I am gardening. I have to work a bit harder during the winter, though, to avoid becoming a couch potato. I try not to sit for more than 15 minutes at a time. I also make periodic trips up and down the stairs for cups of tea or to throw laundry in the washer. Yoga helps, too.

I am going to have to set aside a day soon to deal with scraps. This is bin #3:

That Accuquilt cutter will make short work of turning these leftovers into useable pieces. I definitely need more hexies, for one thing, and I can always use 2-1/2” strips for binding. I think I should also make another tumbler quilt.

Robin and I are getting together today to mark each other’s pants for hemming and have lunch. It’s much easier to mark pants with someone who sews. I bought a few more pairs of tall jeans from Kohls and they are about an inch too long. I don’t like my cuffs to drag on the ground and get frayed, fashionable though that may be.

Bordering

I am trying to get a few more quilt tops done and ready to baste, at which point I will tie myself to the chair in front of the Q20 and quilt for a couple of weeks. Right now, I am putting on borders. The tumbler quilt got a 6” wide border:

I kicked around the idea of doing two borders, but there is so much going on in the center of that quilt, with so many different shades of blue, turquoise, and yellow, that I thought it best to stick to one border. This blue looks solid, but it’s actually a subtle blue polka dot pattern. I think it calms the quilt nicely.

The Big O block wallhanging is ready for its border. Cutting and attaching that is on the schedule for today:

This one is getting a narrow 3” border of the same Grunge that is in the sashing. I am so tickled with the way this came out, and it allowed me to scratch the itch of that weird color combination. I would like to do this same wallhanging in some retina-burning Tim Holtz fabric so I can switch them out for different seasons. Hopefully, that won’t take me another 10 years.

I took out all of my tops and almost-finished tops and measured each of them. One needs a border and several of them need backings. I don’t want to buy fabric unless I have accurate numbers with me, so those are now written down. I’ll check my stash of yardage, first, to see what I have that will work. I am not a fan of pieced backings made up of lots of smaller pieces, but I will cut and seam 44” wide fabric. And for the wallhanging, I may just use muslin or Kona.

My neighbor was very happy with the pillow shams and sent me a picture of them on the bed:

More commission jobs are finding their way to me, but I have to decide how much of that I want to do. I know I don’t want to go into the alterations business, but smaller custom projects are fun.

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My father-in-law sent me a newspaper article about a quilt exhibition at the Museum of Fine Art in Boston. It is entitled “Fabric of a Nation: American Quilt Stories,” and it runs from now until early January 2022. On yesterday’s episode of the A Quilting Life podcast, Sherri interviewed the curator of that exhibit and showed some of the quilts that are on display. The curator, Jennifer Swope, said that they deliberately tried not to arrange the display in chronological order. Rather, the quilts are grouped according to theme. One of the highlights of the exhibit is that both extant Harriet Powers story quilts are on display together for the first time. (Watch that short PBS video if you haven’t yet heard of her—Harriet was a remarkable African-American quiltmaker born into slavery in the 19th century and those two quilts are absolutely amazing.) If you are in the northeast US and can travel to view the exhibit in person, it would be well worth your time (and I will be jealous).

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PSA: Blog posts in November may be fewer and farther between due to my schedule, so don’t panic if you don’t hear from me. I’ll be back to regular posting after Thanksgiving.

Dave Stands Alone

It rained so hard Friday night, I was sure we were going to have to cancel our plans for Saturday. Butchering day is unpleasant enough without holding it in a torrential downpour. The rain stopped around sunup, however, and we were able to proceed. The four of us—Jeryl and Elysian came to help, too—did 27 birds in just under two hours. We had eight, Jeryl brought 16, and Elysian had three juvenile roosters. We should have had nine, but I missed one of the New Hampshire Reds hiding in the coop, so it gets to live another year unless it dies of old age, first.

Dave is now the only rooster in our coop. I am a bit concerned about being down to one. I said to the husband that I might have to hatch out some eggs next spring so I have a possible replacement if something happens to Dave. Baby roosters learn how to be good roosters by watching the big roosters (there is an important metaphor there), and I prefer to train mine up from chicks. For now, though, I will enjoy the peace and quiet of a coop without a lot of excess testosterone. Dave is in charge and taking excellent care of the hens.

No doubt the neighbors will be grateful that mornings will be quieter without roosters crowing in stereo.

I am always glad to have that unpleasant but necessary task over and done with. The sun was out by the time we finished, so the husband lit off one of the slash piles. I went to the sewing room and finished my neighbor’s pillow shams. She chose some really lovely fabric:

I also worked a bit on another project, Vanessa Goertzen’s Goody Goody Binding Kit, using Sheri McConnell’s modifications. Sheri made her version slightly bigger and did a YouTube video to go with her changes.

The outside is some turquoise fabric that I quilted onto Soft and Stable (yes, it is Disney princess fabric, but I liked it, so I used it) and the inside parts are being cobbled together from leftovers. As nice as the Mini Poppins bag is for toting my EPP supplies back and forth to sewing, I want something more compact and streamlined for traveling further afield. This looks like it will do the job.

And I cleaned off the table that holds the Q20. I can’t quilt on that machine until I do something with the projects that have been piled there all summer, including the Slabtown Backpack. That one stalled mid-stream. I looked over the pattern again to figure out where in the process I am, and I’ll start working on it again soon.

The husband brought me a pair of insulated Carhartt coveralls that need a replacement zipper (the zipper is missing an inch’s worth of teeth). A zipper isn’t hard to replace, unless it was put in as Step 2 of a forty-three step process of building a pair of Carhartt coveralls. I’m going to have to remove snaps and release seams in several places just to get the broken zipper out, let alone replaced. These overalls are not cheap to purchase new, however, so I will probably make an attempt.

I finally have a week on the calendar with nothing pressing scheduled. No appointments, no events to help out at, no meetings, nothing. We’ll see how much I can get done around here before the big holiday push begins next month.

Finished is Better Than Fancy

Angela Walters often says, “Finished is better than perfect”—meaning that one should not agonize over quilting mistakes that likely won’t be seen when the item is done. I’m adding a corollary. Sometimes “Finished is better than fancy”—meaning that I opted for simple but finished instead of extra piecing that runs the risk of the project languishing.

I took the rooster panel I bought in Missoula last week and cut it apart. The sides of the panel featured smaller squares of rooster art. The owner of the quilt store had added flying geese to those smaller squares and turned them into placemats. I’ll probably make potholders out of them. I could have gotten fancy and added extra piecing to the big rooster, but I opted for a simple border of red chicken wire fabric with a dark blue print in the corners to pick up and echo the blue in the rooster’s tail:

Simple, but closer to being done. This is all basted and ready to quilt. It is intended for me, so it doesn’t need to be fancy, just finished.

I pulled that red chicken wire out of my “animal fabric bin” and realized that I have a lot of chicken fabric. I have a plan for some of it that involves a Poppins Bag.

This is the original Poppins Bag pattern:

The bag is huge and has a wire frame at the top. It’s large enough to hold a small sewing machine. I haven’t made the large one—although I know people who have made literally dozens of them—but I did make myself a Mini Poppins bag in 2020:

This bag carries my English paper piecing supplies back and forth to sewing on Thursdays. I like it, but it occurred to me a few weeks ago that it would be nice to have a slightly larger version of this bag. The wire frame keeps the top open, and that would be handy for knitting projects.

My prayers have been answered. I was at the quilt store north of town the other day and saw a sample made up for the Medium size. The pattern has just been released. Kathy, one of the employees, is teaching a class on it in mid-November. I signed up and let Tera know in case she wanted to join me.

“Why are you taking a class on something you already know how to make?” asked the husband, which led to a discussion about the differences between men and women. Men take classes to learn things. Women take classes to socialize and learn things. Kathy joked that she wasn’t sure she wanted me in a class, but I said that I was just happy to have a day of sewing with a few other people. And I always learn something new.

Then Kathy asked me, while she was ringing me up, if I would be interested in teaching serger classes at their store. They are a Baby Lock dealer. The other store is a Bernina dealer. The Janome dealer is at a third (sewing/vacuum) store that I don’t patronize, which is why I visit the Janome dealers in Missoula or Spokane.

I don’t think it’s going to be a problem to teach at both stores. I am teaching as an independent contractor, and I don’t sense a lot of competition between the stores; in fact, I’ve heard employees at each store refer customers to the other store to find items or fabric lines that one of them doesn’t carry. I’ll let the owner of the first store know, though, before I set anything up at the second store. Also, I need to find 24 more hours in the day, LOL.

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I went to sewing yesterday. This is the group that meets a few miles up the road at the old schoolhouse. (The history of that schoolhouse is a long and rather convoluted story for another blog post.) The members of this group make up the bulk of the Mountain Brook craft-co-op. Many of them also belong to the Mountain Brook Ladies Club. Not all of them live in Mountain Brook, but that’s not a requirement for membership.

I invited Sarah, who just moved here from Seattle, to join us. Sarah is a spinner, knitter, and weaver, and even if she doesn’t join the craft co-op, I thought this would be a good way to get her plugged in to the community. She brought an electric tabletop spinning wheel and sat with us and visited. I suspected she would fit in well and I think she had a good time.

The more time I spend with that group, the more I enjoy it. That really is a cooperative—there is a lot of sharing and very little, if any, competition. Everyone takes joy in seeing other people’s projects. If somebody needs a certain kind of fabric, someone else in the group probably has some and offers it up. The wealth of knowledge about virtually every kind of fiber art is astounding. We call it “sewing” for simplicity’s sake, but it’s so much more.

Stop Buying

I listened to a fascinating interview yesterday with Wolf Richter, founder and publisher of “Wolf Street,” where he opines on a variety of economic topics. The interview was hosted by Adam Taggart, who used to be one of the hosts of another favorite podcast of mine, Peak Prosperity. He split off Peak Prosperity to found his own company, called Wealthion. (FWIW, I hate that name, because wealth consists of more than money, but I like Taggart’s podcasting style, so I am subscribed to the feed.)

The title of the episode was The “Everything Shortage”: Why Is Everything so Expensive & Out of Stock? I thought I had a good grasp on most of the principles underlying the current shortage, but about thirty minutes in, Wolf said something that made me think hard about what’s going on. Obviously, the “just in time” inventory system is broken. He says that what needs to happen is that consumers need to STOP BUYING—stop buying toilet paper, stop buying beans and rice, stop buying anything and everything and hoarding it. He believes that only when demand slows down will the system catch its breath enough to recover.

Of course, the federal government, in its infinite wisdom (sarcasm alert), is doing everything it can to juice the system and entice consumers into spending via endless stimulus and money printing.

“Hi, we’re the federal government and we’re here to help. We just broke your leg and now we would like to sell you this overpriced, badly-designed crutch. You’re welcome.”

It’s human nature, as well, to panic when it appears resources might be or become scarce. Wolf gave the example—germane to us, certainly—of the home builder who orders fasteners from his supplier only to be told that they are out of stock and won’t be available for three months. Concerned that the fasteners might continue to be scarce indefinitely, the home builder orders EXTRA fasteners to be delivered in three months, putting further stress on the system.

Of course, the federal government might inadvertently speed demand destruction as its rampant money printing causes runaway inflation. People might stop buying because they can’t afford to. I hold my breath every time I go through the checkout line at the grocery store. Food is far more expensive today than it was a year ago. We’re in a position to absorb those increases—painful though they are—but what about the people who can’t? I’ve seen requests in my homesteading groups for recipes for baby formula, because it’s scarce and expensive in some areas. Baby formula.

I thought about all of that as I did my shopping yesterday. And I’ll admit, I did the very thing Wolf said not to do—I bought. I bought four yards of Insul-Bright because I need it for making inventory for next year’s sale and I remember what it was like when I couldn’t find black Kona last year. (I’ve been buying black Kona any time I see it on a remnant rack, so I have a decent supply now.) I’d also thought about stocking up on batting, because if cotton prices go up, batting prices will, too.

My problems are trivial issues in the grand scheme of things, and my not buying things is not, singlehandedly, going to help the system recover. It’s a hard habit to break, though. Having backup supplies has been a way of life with me since we moved to Montana 28 years ago. One does not just run to the grocery store 20 miles away for something at midnight in January when it’s snowing. I’ve gotten us through some lean times with what I’ve had on hand.

These are issues to ponder.

There is some quilt content to this post. and it’s related. Although I bought Insul-Bright, I did not buy quilt batting. I have a 25-yard roll of it in the closet, purchased for a rainy day. I pulled that roll out yesterday afternoon and used it to baste this quilt.

This is a jelly roll race quilt that I did when I was in Alaska in May. I took one of my little Janome sewing machines with me in a carry-on case and left it at DD#1’s house. That way, if I’m there and something needs sewn or I want to work on a project, I’ll have a machine. This is a jelly roll from the Cultivate Kindness fabric line, designed by Deb Strain. I love the bright colors.

Two tops are now basted and waiting to be quilted. I may get a couple more ready by this weekend.