Japanese silk open weave pillow

Finished today another gift…. how many I promised! This is a pillow made of two fabrics of Japanese silk open weave fabric I bought at a big sale from a Japanese gift shop, someone’s lifetime stash of Japanese fabrics. My 21 year old son picked out the two most plain fabrics, both indigo with subtle embellishment, and suggested linen to be added to the narrower piece to make the front, so it would match the size of the wider piece of fabric.

I am delighted at how elegant and simple his design came out. He has good taste. I never pick anything simple myself so it’s a pleasure to see how his sense of design is developing!Detail of front of pillow, linen and silk weaving



Christmas placemats with snowflake backing
Christmas placemats with snowflake backing
Christmas place mats with nostalgic Midwest backing
Christmas place mats with nostalgic Midwest backing

Here are my Christmas sewing projects, which took a lot longer than I anticipated. Boy did I not understand how long this would take! Now on to the other things I planned to sew for presents, quilted and pieced pillows for my children. I created a basic pattern to make these place mats and just varied the binding and backing. Unexpectedly my favorite is the retro snow scene I picked out for my stepmom because it reminded me of her native Wisconsin. She liked it a lot too as it brought her former snowy home back to her in memory. I was happy to have different bindings and backings to not get bored with these projects, and it was really fun to sew for people! NEXT!

The beach

photoOne of our dogs, Basil, loves the water and will swim after sticks for hours. A few days ago we took her and Bo to the beach. When we let her of leash she took off after an animal, and was gone for ten minutes or so. When she came limping back she was bleeding in multiple places and grinning. She really enjoyed chasing sticks afterward, and Bo was almost tempted to go in with her. Almost. But not quite.

our yard and chickens

There is one thing no one tells you about chickens until it’s too late. They will turn your yard into an eternal mud pit. They will eat all your plants until all that’s left is your woody shrubs, and even those won’t look so good. Your lawn will all but disappear. And heaven forbid they fly into your vegetable garden, they will eat your swiss chard to bits and when you find them there, several hours after it’s to late, they will be contentedly scratching up your prized brandywine tomato’s roots and clucking happily back and forth about who ate the kale and where to find the fattest worms. You’ll forgive them of course, as soon as you find a precious egg in your nest box and hear your beloved hen cooing with pride.