to be wearing red, which is a color I love. It's strange to find myself loving red. I hated it as a child for a good reason. Being blond, my mom felt red was a perfect color for me, and bought many of my clothes and coats with that in mind. It was a happy day when I could finally state my preferance loud and clear, and be heard. Now, in later years, I find that red is absolutely perfect in almost everything! Looking at this clild in red convinces me that my mom was probably right....LOL. Who knew??? Happy Holidays to all you quilter who love red, and those who don't.
Yesterday I showed a little fence rail quilt I had sewn over the weekend. And this is a doll quilt from last Christmas, same little fence rail blocks, but with a triangle sewn on the sides of the square, it become a "Cracker" block. This works well with those assorted triangles left from other projects. You could recycle almost any size of triangle to fit the 3.5" square, as long as it's not too small. I'm fairly sure 2.5" triangles are too small, but just a tat.
And since it's been awhile, I'll refresh your memory. This is the black and white polka dotted quilt that I'm currently binding(one side done last evening before Ebby took over my lap).
Across the years the sounds of Christmases past drift back to me. How many times you could sing Jingle Bells without making Mom crazy, what year did Ruldolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer join us as part of our culture, who sang it first, how many popcorn balls could you make from one batch of syrup, and "is that syrup I see in your hair?". Is it cold enough for your boots to squeak on the snow and did you lose your mittons? All the varied bits and pieces that are part and parcel of our memories. So many beautiful Christmas carols and songs reminding us daily of the season, the holiday and a mixture of "what is" and "what was". Many many seasons have passed since I had a parent to visit during the holidays...10-20-30 years and more. It's not always the same, some years are harder than others, for many reasons. Everything changes, everything has a place where it ends. I can't help but wonder, but am quite sure that I'm not the only one missing someone this time of year...I suspect each of us has an "I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams". What wouldn't we give for just one more holiday with our loved ones?
Ideas for next Christmas
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