Saturday, July 08, 2017

First Things First?

My second grandson, Nate, turned seven this past spring. Since he was five, he has been intrigued by fabric and fascinated by sewing. The last several times he has visited here, I've worked with him using Bernina to make some simple quilt blocks, of which he is so proud.

I told him at the get-go that when he was eight if he was still interested in sewing, I would buy him a machine. But he had to wait until he was eight.

Awhile back I bought a Hello Kitty machine, thinking it would be a good light-weight travel machine. As it turned out, it IS a good light-weight travel machine, but once you've sewing on a Bernina for twenty years . . . .  I bought a new lighter-weight Bernina for travel and set Miss Kitty aside for when Nate turned eight.

Just around the time that school let out, Nate's mom told me excitedly that the LQS was having a week-long sewing camp for kids nine and older. Nate has a friend who also wanted to sew and when my DIL contacted the shop they told her that the class wasn't full yet, and they would take the two seven-year-olds if they could find an assistant teacher. They did, and the report I received is that Nate produced and brought home a new project every day!

My daughter was going down South to visit her brother, so I sent Miss Kitty along with her. I included about 20 FQs that I had won in a game and a treasure I'd found on Amazon. It was a small wooden box containing sewing essentials, just the kind of thing a kid would adore. Under the lift-out tray I included extra bobbins for Miss Kitty, a package of blue-head pins, and a 1/4" foot.

My daughter reported that Nate was, of course, delighted at the gift. He turned first to the little box of goodies, rummaged around, and then cried out, "Where's the seam ripper? You GOTTA have a seam ripper!"

Sherry assured him that certainly Grandmom would have included one and there it was. THEN he was able to turn to examine the machine!

Sunday, July 02, 2017

Black and White

A week or so after we returned from the West, a group of us had an impromptu sewing day down in the church's Fellowship Hall.

I didn't take my machine. Instead, I took a rotary cutter with a new blade and a whole Rubbermaid tub of black, white, and gray fabrics.

I'd seen a picture of a quilt that I wanted to try to make. The picture was all bright Kaffe fabrics, but I knew I had that tub of neutrals . . . .

Here are all of the units up on the wall. They've since been sewn together and the flimsy is complete.

It looks pretty much like this.


Saturday, July 01, 2017

On The Road: Part Six




 The last park we visited was Grand Tetons National Park in Jackson, Wyoming. We were told this was the home of Dick Cheney. He had the good sense to leave us alone if, in fact, he was even in town. We stayed at the [not so] Rustic Inn (internet photo) and found it to be ideal.


The room was quite large with a separate sitting area. Like all of the other places we stayed, there were refrigerator, microwave, and coffee maker for our use.

The front porch became a favorite place; we were located beside the creek and we enjoyed getting to know a nesting Canada goose, though I do not believe that the pleasure was mutual.



The Tetons were absolutely gorgeous. We didn't find the animals to be as up close and personal as they had been at Custer and Yellowstone, but it didn't matter because everywhere were the mountains, totally different from anywhere else we'd been.








 One evening we went on another open-jeep wildlife safari expeditions. We didn't see any marmots, but I really liked the sign.




 Another interesting experience at Teton was a river safari. It wasn't one of those "ride the rapids" types, but a calmer expedition, designed for viewing wildlife. We saw beavers, eagles, etc., and again the terrific scenery. 

Once again, the guide was knowledgable, friendly, and interesting. We shared the boat with a family of four from Texas.


As we drove back and forth from [not so] Rustic Inn and the park, we passed a huge area that was a preserve where elk could winter over. Obviously, there were no elk in June.

We also would drive past the National Wildlife Art Museum, something we had never heard of before. I am so glad we decided to stop there! The sculptures were wonderful. This moose is the only one I saw, though Joe did photograph a live one using his telescopic camera lens. The museum had paintings as well as the sculptures, and a little cafe that we found inviting. We had our lunch outside on the patio, looking out over the mountains.


Such a wonderful two weeks, and how fortunate am I to have been able to just go along as a guest -- Joe planned and arranged everything!