With our needles and our thread, our machines and our scissors. With our hands and our tools, our creative ideas and our time. With our abilities and learned skills, with our effort and even our trepidation. With our hearts. We … Continue reading →
These are some of the door prizes that have been provided by wonderful friends and fellow businesspeople for Saturday’s big event — our First Birthday here at Seldom Seen Quilting Studio! Aren’t these fabulous gifts? A beautiful (and heavy!) French … Continue reading →
Seldom Seen Quilting Studio Inside My Father’s House Antiques 308 S. Rogers / Waxahachie / http://www.seldomseenquilting.com 972-921-6715 Come and help us celebrate the studio’s FIRST BIRTHDAY! Saturday, April 5, 9a.m. – 6p.m. Come and go CHARITY STITCH-A-THON On the frame: … Continue reading →
My friend has a wonderful family quilt she is repairing. It is 1930’s fabric, and appears to be a version of a Sunbonnet Sue — but we need help identifying this pattern. It appears to be a PIECED version of … Continue reading →
And definitely functional! Not to mention that reuse is the purest form of recycling. These broken-fishing-pole and broken-hammer-or-flat-iron thread guides are “constant comment” items at Seldom Seen Studio. My darling husband made the hammer version first, and then we (various … Continue reading →
Ignore the cardboard background — I just used what I had at hand, which was a USPS “flat rate” box, not yet folded. Working on a square called “Eight Hands Around”. Definitely out of my comfort zone. This is my … Continue reading →
Undaunted by the temperature — TWO degrees Fahrenheit with wind chill factor — and the ice/snow/sleet that covers the ground and decorates the drooping trees, the birds of Texas still greeted the morning with their cheery tunes. They are Texas strong for sure! Makes me want to start on a bird quilt. How about you?
Butterflies are a symbol of hope, new beginnings, second chances, coming out of our shells, being seen for who we really are, and so many other complicated emotions and situations. Yet they are fragile, short-lived, and, in reality, just bugs, … Continue reading →
Heaven must surely be filled to the brim with birdsong. I don’t know their names, these tiny warblers who cheerfully celebrate even the smallest improvement in winter weather — except for the obvious cardinals and mockingbirds. In northern Arizona, a singing bird was a rarity. The meadowlarks in the spring, with their clear, pure, three-note song, are the ones I remember. Singing out from high perches, the always sounded romantically lonely to me. But here, birdsong heralds the opening of day as surely as the light from the sun, so long as icy rain is not actively drenching the choir! Such joy.
A little less than half of the hand work on the binding, and this quilt will be finished. My customer is deciding what she would like to have embroidered on a label for the back, but that will only take … Continue reading →