Happiness and Thankfullness

Happy Thanksgiving. So I'm a little late, what else is new?! I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Ours was good, different because it's the first one I've had away from home, but still good. We misjudged the freeway traffic to get to Phoenix and took a roundabout longer way to get there, but we got there and home safely and that's most important.

I've been sewing lately! Woo hoo! I've made 5 bags in the last month, sold 3, possibly 4, and kept the last one for myself. It was too cute to put into the selling pile.

On my trip back home a couple weeks ago, Mom, Peanut and I went shopping. Fabric and craft shopping of course because neither of us have enough fabric or sewing do-dads. I bought a cuddly quilt kit for Peanut and sewed it together this weekend. Total time was about 5 hours, including having to chase him away from the ironing board and keep him occupied playing with his toys and not my sewing chair. It turned out EXCELLENT! I love the corduroy on it but remembered why I don't sew with it after the first seam. It's a little more difficult than I'm used to. And, Peanut got a huge smile on his face when I gave it to him. He kept trying to grab the cowboys and cowgirls in the middle with his little pincher fingers.
Since I finished Peanut's cuddly quilt this afternoon, I had time after Peanut went to bed to keep on sewing. I whipped this up for a friend who's expecting a baby boy soon. I'll throw the backing in it tomorrow and he'll have his own cuddly quilt waiting for him to get here. The dark blue is a small plaid - not sure why my camera didn't pick that up better. Total time so far, 90 minutes! One of my personal best. Toot Toot on my own horn.
One of the most precious things my mom taught me when I was 5 or 6 was to sew. I remember making lots of barbie clothes, then bigger baby clothes, and then finally, my own clothes. I remember being a little girl and going to the fabric store and watching Mom touch fabric as she looked around. Always touching and petting bolts of fabric as she walked by, and now I do this too. If you don't sew or quilt, I don't think you understand this subconscience touching. It's like it's programmed into our brains that our hands must touch fabric of any kind, anywhere we are. The love of sewing, of cutting pieces of perfectly good fabric up, pinning it together, and then sewing into another creation is such a huge part of who I am that I could never repay Mom for instilling it into my soul. So, this Thanksgiving weekend, I give thanks once again to my Mom for being such a great influence in my life and for being my best friend.

And for my last photo, pure Happiness.


TTFN ~ Crystal