Let's talk about Pinterest. Talk about a blessing and a curse! Curse the time suckage and resultant guilt.
But bless all the wonderful things to see, explore, marvel/dream/laugh about, and pin! In the short span of a couple weeks, I already have more inspiration than I'll need for a long time to come.
What I really probably need is a Pin-tervention—or at least a Pin-terruption. I want to believe I just made those words up, but I bet if I went looking on Pinterest, there would probably be pin proof otherwise.
The upshot of it all is that I am inspired to try something based on a quilt I saw and repinned to my Vintage Quilts board.
It's currently for sale on ebay (and wow, cha-ching!). I just love it. It's apparently based on an old pattern called Flying Swallows. I stared and stared at it until I about went cross-eyed trying to wrap my head around how it was made.
Then, via the wonder of Pinterest, a free pattern sheet for making it appeared and the mystery was solved. Man, I love the internet.
The pattern is for English Paper Piecing, which I have not done before. All of you who have made hexies and whatnot over the past few years have been there, done that, but I stayed off the tracks while that train rolled on by, so this will be new territory for me. As it happens, I have a little vacation coming up and have been thinking about taking along some hand sewing. This may be it.
Then again, I know me. I know how short the wick is on my patience and how easily I can burn through my level of interest. An alternative would be to machine piece the block, and here is where I thank Google for providing a solution and instructions for doing just that. Here is another variation and some history on the block itself. I like that version too.
So I have options, is what I'm saying. Plans and options. It's a good start.
* * * * *We made a good start 30 years ago this week, when Norm and I piled into his red Triumph TR7 and drove to the county courthouse to get hitched.
We didn't remember to take a camera, so all our wedding photos in the courthouse are courtesy of a Polaroid borrowed from a sheriff's detective. You need "something borrowed" for your wedding, right?
Afterwards, we stopped by the law office where I was working at the time, and one of the ladies there had a camera. I like that Norm is smiling here. He's generally not an overly smiley guy. I guess marrying my awesomeness must have put him over the moon (*cough*cough*choke*). ;)
And here it is three decades later already. Wow, time flies!
* * * * *One other happy note. I helped my sister pack for a move this week (that's not the happy part, yet). We were boxing up the kitchen dishes when she opened a cupboard and took out a set of Pyrex bowls and held them out in my direction. "Do you want these?"
Like she really had to ask!