Project Storage

How do you store your projects?

I must admit that many of mine are in resealable plastic bags!

However, I much prefer this method.

I especially love using these for my needlepoint!

Most of my needlepoint projects are of the small variety.  Otherwise, they would never be completed in my lifetime!  I like that the canvas remains relatively flat when stored in these cases, as opposed to rolled up in a plastic bag.

Needles, scissors and other sharp pointy objects remain safely inside, not poking holes or jabbing fingers and other body parts when it is least expected!

Just for grins, isn't he cute?

I adore nutcrackers for the holidays!

I discovered that I could "feel" the canvas and wool much more easily than other types of sewing and embroidery, while my eyes recover and heal from surgery.

Give me a needle, and  I am a happy camper!

This size case, is also the perfect size for many of our favorite sewing and smocking magazines and class handouts.

I find that holding the case in my lap provides a comfortable work surface while reclining on the sofa, sitting in doctor offices, or traveling in the car.

Speaking of traveling .  . .

The case slides easily into most of my tote bags.

I also fill it with my scissors, embroidery hoops, and other sewing notions when flying to and from classes and schools.  If I place it right on top, inside my checked luggage, the majority of my other clothing and belongings are less likely to be rumpled, should the bag need to be opened for inspection.

Upon arrival at my destination, it is ready to be slipped into my tote bag to hurry off to class, or holds all my sewing utensils safely for any hotel room stitching.

The cases will also stack nicely for storage!

If they stack this well on my tufted ottoman, just think what they would do on a closet shelf!

I purchased my cases at the local Staples.  They are made by Iris. 

Blessings

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of our God stands forever.

~Isaiah 40:8~

Same Song, Second Verse

By the time many of you read this, I will be undergoing the second in a series of eye surgeries to save my vision.  If you are new to my blog, or missed my previous post, you may read more here.

The good thing about this second surgery:  I know what to expect.

The bad thing about this second surgery:  I know what to expect!

There is one more good thing: 

Now both eyes will be swollen, both sides of my face will be sore and discolored, and I will have matching incisions at the outer corners of both eyes.

I prefer, after all, to be a well-balanced person!

So, the good outweighs the bad!

Since my last update, it does appear that the majority of vision in my right eye was saved.

I am a lucky, lucky girl!

In the past few days, I was determined to start stitching again!

The process was slow, with limited vision.  This little dress still lacks buttonholes, buttons and a hem.

However, with God's grace and the prayers of dear friends, I know that I will return to complete it and many more.

I have scheduled a few other posts in the coming days.

I will see you again here a little later.

In the meantime, you know what to do:

Stitch, create, decorate and appreciate!

It's a wonderful life!

Rosette Party!

I am joining the French Cupboard's Rosette Party!

The original post, with instructions for creating old-fashioned ribbon rosettes,

may be found here.

Hop over to the French Cupboard for more rosette sharing!

 

You're Still the One

Twenty seven years ago, a rather secret wedding ceremony was held

and two become one.

It began five months earlier, on a blind date.

I only agreed to the blind date in order to maintain family harmony.

He only agreed to the date because a First Year Associate does not tell a Partner that he does not want to go on a date with said partner's sister-in-law.

It was suppose to be just a quick Saturday night outing to a Dallas Mavericks basketball game. 

Yet, after the game came dinner.

The conversation came easily, as did the laughs.

So, why not also stop by a local club for a little music?

When the club closed, we sat in front of my apartment continuing the conversation into wee hours of the morning.

Afterwards, not a day went by that we were not in touch.

The conversations were not always in person.  They were often by phone.  He from his downtown office as a young attorney.  I from my office as a paralegal with another large downtown firm.

Then, there were the long distance conversations between Memphis and Dallas.

He was called home, as his mother underwent a double mastectomy and began chemotherapy.

We both had been married before.

We each already had the large formal weddings.

We knew that was not what made a marriage.

We also knew that his mother's condition prevented her from traveling and participating.

So, we told no one except my parents and his mother.

The night before, we requested my sister and brother-in-law meet us at Highland Park Methodist Church to witness our vows.

It was probably the only time we ever knew both of them to be speechless!

Little did they know that my mother's visit was not by accident.

She and my niece were our only guests, as Daddy was away on one of his train trips.

Thick cream colored envelopes, holding our wedding announcements, were deposited at the post office as we headed toward the airport and a honeymoon in London and Paris.

We have been told that jaws dropped as mail was received over the following days!

A few weeks after our return, my mother-in-law was able to join us

for a celebratory reception at the Melrose Hotel with family, friends and colleagues.

A little later in the summer, she would honor us with a dinner dance at the Memphis Country Club.

So it began, our life together.

 

You're still the one that makes  me laugh.

Still the one that's my better half.

We're still having fun, and you're still the one.

You're still the one that makes me strong.

Still the one I want to take along.

We're still having fun and you're still the one.

Changing, our love is going gold.

Even though we grow old, it grows new.

You're still the one.

**My second eye surgery, originally scheduled for today, has been postponed until

Friday, July 16.**

Blessings

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

between my Lord and me,

I cannot chose the colors

He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow

And I, in foolish pride,

Forget He sees the upper,

And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the Weaver's skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives His very best to those

Who leave the choice with Him.

~Benjamin M. Franklin~

1882-1965

Originally printed in The Memphis Commerical Appeal, 1950

Two Worlds Meet

It seems that most of my stitching friends either identify with the quilting world or the heirloom sewing and smocking world.  I grew up watching Grandmother Bessie quilt, and many of her quilts still grace my home.  So, I have a deep love and admiration for quilts and those who create them.

However, it is heirloom sewing and fine white and pastel fabrics that make my heart go pitter patter, while visions of delicate day gowns, christening gowns and bonnets fill my mind.

Imagine my delight when I recently spied this:

Originally posted here.

The quilting world and heirloom sewing world met, shook hands and co-existed together beautifully!

This beautiful silk christening gown, incorporating hand quilting, is the creation of Jacquie Harvey from the UK.

Originally posted here.

The attention to detail is amazing, and so sweet!

Originally posted here.

For this cotton sateen gown, Jacquie was inspired by the style and design of very traditional Ayeshire embroidered christneing gowns.

Lovely!

For more information, you may visit Jacquie's website or blog.

http://www.jacquieharvey.co.uk/

http://www.jacquieharvey.blogspot.com/