The pattern says to do it by hand and use satin stitching for the Pumpkins part and then I think straight stitching on the For Sale part. I thought maybe I could do a machine satin stitch for the Pumpkins but after doing just part of the P, I realized that I didn't like it. Doing it by hand could take f-o-r-e-v-e-r sigh. So, I'm trying to figure out how else I can do it. The background piece is a brown batik print similar to the wagon handle and the only thing I've found that will trace the letters onto the fabric is a white pencil, but it doesn't do a very good job - maybe if I could put some sort of see through stabilizer on the back of the fabric before I trace .... well, whatever it is I do, it'll have to wait until tomorrow.
Today was family reunion day ... I had a nice time ... got to catch up with my younger brother and aunt and chat with cousins... and I got to go through the house next door to the church where the reunion was held. This house was the parsonage at one time from what I was told, and my mother's parents bought it from the church when my mom and her sisters still lived at home. When my mother and birth father divorced, we came to live with my grandparents for two or three years. I have memories of this house and when I heard today that it was being torn down next week, I asked if I could go through it. My mom's cousin took me over and went through it with me. Some of it was like I remembered, but some things had been changed. This was the house where I snuck downstairs on Christmas Eve and opened every package that had my name on it. Of course, I got caught - my punishment was that I had to sit on the couch and watch while everyone else opened their gifts ... and I wasn't allowed to touch my gifts - including my new doll!! One of the gifts that I had opened wasn't mine after all... when I saw CA in the moonlight, I assumed it was CAROL - umm, no, it was for my cousin, CATHY.
I don't know what it was about that night that made me realize that Santa wasn't real... I was only six and nothing was said to me but I just 'knew'. I do remember asking my great aunt who lived across the road from us ( and she was my Sunday School teacher when I was four and then my school teacher for k and 1st grade - country school) if Santa was real. She told me that he was - that he lives in people's hearts -- and I liked that.
As much as I didn't believe in Santa, I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone else that he didn't exist.... just incase he was real but wouldn't be bringing me gifts if I said that he wasn't. Typical childhood 'drama' right? lol
Ok, enough of walking down memory lane... this is supposed to be a blog about quilting. There isn't any more to tell tonight, though, so I guess I'll just say...
TTYL
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