Since I’m not really working on anything at the moment, I thought I would post a project from earlier this year so I can get back into the swing of blogging.
My Grandmother celebrated her birthday in February. As always, she deserves something a bit more special so I had to make her something bright and cheerful. I’ve made a challenge to myself to make her something rather than purchasing a gift for the past several years.
I spent a good bit of time at her house when I was growing up — she lived right across a very small excuse of a stream and if I disappeared from home, my parents knew to call there first. Mom says that when I was about 3, I told her I was going to move in with Grandmother but not to worry because I’d still come visit her.
My favorite things to do at Grandmother’s, other than make playdough (I’ll share the recipe at some point!) was to search her flowers for Japanese beetles, inspect milkweed for monarch caterpillars, and to burst touch-me-nots (orange jewelweed seed pods)
A few years back, Grandmother gave me this photo of myself — probably 4 years old then — searching on the weedy banks for either touch-me-nots or caterpillars. The photo above was taken from the deck right outside of her dining room, so it’s almost the exact view you see while sitting at her table.
So in honor or inspiration of my favorite childhood activities there, I decided to make Grandmother a table runner. Blue is Grandmother’s favorite color, so I just committed to blue and ran with it.
The pattern was out of a book I’ve had hanging out in my sewing room for a while now. If I can remember, I’ll grab the name of it so I can give proper credit later. The pieces were fused on and then raw-edge appliqued on with mono-filament thread. Free motion quilting was done with the same thread — it made it kind of shiny and sparkly, both of which I’m a big fan.
Since I live almost 700 miles away now, I had to mail the runner to her. I also sent instructions with it on how to launder it (I may have flooded her basement a time or two trying to wash things at her house). When I was able to visit in March, she pointed out that I didn’t have to include laundering instructions; not because she didn’t know how, but because she wasn’t letting anybody near it with food!