The Last Leads to the First

I made several dye baths yesterday. Not really an unusual event here, but these felt significant.
After I mixed up the dye baths, I turned to my daughter and said, " These are the last dye baths I'll ever mix up in this house." Then, after I set the dye baths, I turned to my daughter and said, " These are the last dye baths I'll ever set in this house."
This morning, as I boil out that fabric to make it ready to ship to happy sewers, guess what I'm thinking?
Yep. But, I don't think I'm thinking it because I'm sad, I think it comes more out of gratitude.
I doubt I would having voluntarily picked this particular part of my life's path, but it is my path and it has led to quite a few things that I'm very grateful for as well as an awareness of all that is already present and of which I am thankful.
So, I've loved living in my house, watching my children and business grow in this place, and learning about myself here, but I am so looking forward to being with my children, sewing, dyeing, creating, and enjoying the special people in my life ( especially one very special person) in my new home.
I took some pictures yesterday and in gathering them to present here I realized that though some are related what links them all is that they are captured moments. Happy moments. And, honestly, what more could a person ask for than to have their day include a series of happy moments.
I'd like to share them here with you, captioned, of course. If you're so inspired, share some of your happy moments with me, either through a link in the comments section, or by sending me an email, or on instagram.

Putting a second pattern on this fabric.

Readying fabric to go into the discharge bath before over dyeing.

Found this tabletop(?) years ago along the side of the road. Have finally resolved to restore it and make it into a table for my new place. Great pattern, huh?

Fabric, post-discharge, drying on the fence. Love the secondary pattern created by the light shining through and illuminating the pattern of the chain link.

Went to swim team practice and found these toy rings at the bottom of the pool. I look glamorous, don't I?

My puppy, Charlie-Tucker, says there's furniture just gets in the way of perfectly lovely floor space.

Sneak peek at the samples that came yesterday for my new collection for Moda!

Let's Play a Game?

OK, I bet few of you know that I used to homeschool my children. Yep, it's true. I have 3 girls, currently 21, 19, and 15, and all of them were homeschooled for large portions of their elementary, middle, and, in my eldest's case, high school. I often tell folks that I wrote her high school transcript, all 15 pages of it.
I've found that there are two types of homeschoolers. By the way I'm fond of sweeping generalizations such as there are two types of people in this world: folks who make broad generalizations and folks who don't. But, that being said, I stand by my claim that homeschoolers can generally be divided into two group, those that homeschool for a religious or political reason and what I like to call "The Crunchy Granola Crowd".
We were definitely part of the Crunchy Granola Crowd. Good thing too because, though I imagine the other group of homeschoolers is pretty crafty, you can only imagine how DIY the granola lovers are.
In culling through drawers and closets this week I've come across many handmade puzzles, games, collages, and what-nots that stand as evidence of my penchant to suggest when studying a particular subject, "Hey let's make something related to that."
Side Note: For those of you who think that that kind of exposure will yield artistic/crafty adults, I'm here to break you hearts. Only one of my girls is interested, albeit very interested, in that. Though they all know how to sew, knit, and make a hand bound book, only my youngest's eyes alight with excitement when I suggest we create something together. Though(addendum to side note) they all want me to make them a quilt for their beds and generally disdain the notion of store-bought bed coverings.
So, today, I thought I'd create a little game for you all to play. A matching game. Remember how fun those were?
I'm going to put up four images from yesterday which included some work and a lot of cleaning, sorting, and packing. I'll number these images 1 to 4.
Then I'll list 4 somewhat cryptic captions, a, b, c, and d. Your task, my bloggy friends, is to match the caption to the picture. If you're so inclined include your guesses in the comments section.
What do you get if you're right? As a former homeschooler I'm obligated to answer like this, " Knowledge is its own reward." :)
Ready? Have fun.

1.

2.

3.

 

4.

a. R.I.P. refrigerator nest.
b. I see a smiley face in there.
c. Twice in two weeks. Who knew they had so many?
d. Isn't pretty fabric a nice change from pictures of cleaning? (alright, that one's a giveaway)

Top 18

So, because I'm busy discovering all that is new and exciting in box and packing tape technology, I don't exactly have loads of time to craft new stuff and even less time to photograph my non-existent new stuff. I am currently working on some dye projects, so might have some pretties to show y'all at the end of the week, but today...not so much.
Don't panic though, I'm committed to providing some visual inspiration and, to that end, have created a new Pinterest board focused on the things I most want to craft into my new home/life titled, Top 18.
Hmm...18, what a strange number? Why 18? Why not top 10 or top 20? Well, I bet some of you know why, but for those who don't, 18 is a very significant number in Judaism. Just like in English where it could be said that the letter A corresponds to the number 1 and B to the number 2, Hebrew also has number correspondences. In Hebrew the eighth and the tenth letters, Yud and Khet, can also be combined to make the word "life".
So, if you were getting married, and, by the way, Mazel Tov on that, I would might give you a cash gift of $18 or a multiple of that. It would be my way of celebrating your wedding and wishing you a long, happy life. That's assuming that you didn't want a toaster instead.
Nice, huh?
Making the board seemed like a great way to start celebrating my new space, so these are my top 18...at least for now.
I do actually have a 19th that I'm currently working on.
It's based on this quilt:

I made it almost 2 years ago to welcome a friend's baby into the world. Since then, I've published it as a free pattern on Sew, Mama, Sew. Now, I'm working on an expanded version for my bed.
Right now though, it's packed away...somewhere.

The Girl from 5305

...is my lucky number.
As I've mentioned here probably, oh 5,305 times, I'm moving very, very soon. But, before you roll your eyes and exclaim, "is she going to talk about that again, " I have an interesting twist to my moving tale.
That picture is of the outside of my current house.
Being that this is the internet and everything I say can be accessed worldwide including nomadic huts in the Gobi desert, I'm not going to say anymore than my street number is 5305.
But, guess what? My new place, the place I'm moving to, the reason I have one of those storage pods in front of my house, and, thanks to my eldest's boyfriend, a "staging area" for all the boxes, etc. that will go out to the pod, is also...5 3 0 5. Yep. I'm making a perfectly parallel move a few blocks east.
Now, I'm a girl and oh so touchy feely, so there's no way I can not read something into that, though until I wrote that previous sentence, I hadn't thought about what making a "parallel" move might mean on a cosmic level.
Obviously when I first went to see the new house, as a prospective buyer, I thought it was cute that the addresses were the same. If the house had turned out to be wrong for me in terms of size, location, or just general layout, then that's where the cuteness would have ended.
But it didn't. I knew within the first few minutes of being in the house that it was "my house" and now the fact that it shared the same number as my current home only seemed to reinforce that. 
If you think about it, it is a pretty amazing coincidence, which, by the way, I don't believe in. Everything happens for a reason. It's not just a pinnable quote on Pinterest or something to "like" on Facebook. I think it's reality.
Considering all the instability and uncertainty that has defined my life for the past 2 years, the constancy of those numbers and the appearance of that constancy at a time when I'm moving away from what had been our family home is a message from the universe, " Everything's going to be OK."
And, to celebrate and acknowledge that, the numbers are coming with me.
When we moved into the current house 8 years ago, I purchased these ceramic numbers from a local artisan. I had seen them on someone else's house and tracked down their source so I could get my own set. I've always loved them and would periodically point them out to visitors.
Don't worry, I'll dash to the hardware store to buy some plain, black house numbers for the new owners. I wouldn't want their house to be anonymous, but, these ceramic numbers and I are fated to stay together.
They're my lucky numbers!

The Plan vs. Reality

The Plan: Make several inspiring projects with a new-to-my-shop item, a stitch in color 1 lb. Fabric Bundles, to get folks excited about that item.

 Reality: I'm moving in less than 2 weeks.

The Plan: Package at least 50 of them up to take picture of mountain of bundles.

Reality: Though I can easily make 50 bundles with the ginormous box of scraps I have, I'm moving in less than 2 weeks. Must.Keep.Packing.

The Plan: To share with my customers remnants of what was and is a labor of love of which I'm very proud.

Reality: I think that's exactly what I'm offering. The scraps in these bundles were cut from the bolts that Moda initially sent me. Many measure 44" in length and some are a good 8"wide. I won't send any scrap that measures less than 2 1/2" in width and 10" in length. People, this is usable stuff and I will be making projects with at least one bundle to demo how far a pound of fabric can go.
Just not today or in the next few weeks.
Did I mention I'm moving in less than 2 weeks?

Added: All the bundles are gone, but don't despair, I'll have more ready for sale this Friday. For those who are curious, I priced the bundles at $10 plus shipping.

Recipe for a succesful quilt: Fabric, thread, batting...time

Years ago I gave my then sister-in-law a quilt as a wedding gift. Now, I liked and still like this woman, so I was happy to give her something special and hand crafted to celebrate the event. But, just between you and me, at the time, the quilt I gave her was not exactly my most favorite. I didn't hate it, but I wasn't in love with it either.
Fast forward several years and she and her husband move into a new place and finally have a place to hang the quilt. I come over one day, glance at the quilt, and realize/discover I really like that quilt after all. If I'm going to be completely honest, at that moment and just at that moment, I had a brief twinge of regret that I'd given it away so casually.
The other day I was excavating (and, yes, excavating is most accurate and descriptive verb) a closet and found this:

It's a fairly large, hand dyed and hand embroidered quilt I made years ago. All those striped fabrics pre-date my first collection for Moda by a good bit of time.

I not only machine quilted and hand embroidered the top to mimic the zig-zag of the pieced half-square triangles, but I hand stitched a blanket stitch along the entire perimeter so I could single crochet an edging.

Crazy, huh?
You want to know what's even crazier? I didn't like the quilt when it was done. Not at all. That's why I stuck it in a closet, so I wouldn't have to see it and think about it.
I had a completely different response to it when I discovered it the second time around.
Not only do I totally love it, but it's done exactly what a well done project should do: spawned other ideas.
Thank goodness there were no weddings or babies to celebrate when I initially finished this quilt. Otherwise I'd never have had the opportunity to appreciate it for what it is.
It's true, isn't it? You don't see things as they are; you see them as you are. When I finished the quilt I was tired of it, tired of working on it, tired of thinking about it. Now, I've had some distance and I can see it in a new light.

All Birds Eventually Leave the Nest

My eldest daughter took the LSAT on Monday. I practically cried about it. Not because I thought she would do poorly. Based on the price of the LSAT prep course she enrolled in and the seemingly endless hours she studied, she should do well. No, I got moist in the eyes because I realized that once she gets into Law School she'll move away.
I've been lucky. She attends The University of Texas at Austin. I live in Austin. We also share a host of common interests. We're in the same running group, on the same swim team, and often go to Yoga together. We're pretty, darn close and I so love it.
When she moves all that will change.
I've been packing up my house this past week for my own move, though it's only a few blocks east of my current place, and I realized that I'm not sentimental about stuff.
People are a whole different thing, especially people I love.
As evidence of how unsentimental I can be, check out what I've just added to my shop:

Yep, that quilt. Last seen here:

Sometimes folks are surprised that I sell the quilts I make, especially the ones that appear in magazines or books.
I'm not attached to them.

They served their function in my life. I got tremendous pleasure from designing, sewing, quilting, and writing about them. Now they need to go to a new home and bring someone else pleasure.

I get that that attitude could be related to how I feel about my girl moving. I get it. I'm just not inclined to be particularly casual about it.
I've played my role and now it's her time to make her own, separate way in this world. I'll miss her though. The quilt? Not so much.