It's been a while since I've posted on the blog. No excuse except it's been busy at work and I've been doing lots of traveling. It's that time of year. Time to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.
But now that I managed to convert my study into a craft/study room, I'm back on my Janome. I'd outgrown
the little corner in my master bedroom. It had become so cramped and junky I didn't want to do anything in the space. Quilting was no longer fun. I didn't even want to look at the space which was hard to do since it was on my side of the bed which meant it was the first thing I saw in the morning when my eyes opened. One day I could take it no longer. It was time to face the fact that the writer/scholar was also a quilter. And the quilter was demanding to share space with the writer/scholar.
My husband and brother-in-law did me the favor of moving my beloved office desk to the sitting area in my bedroom to make room for my cutting table and a bakers rack for my notions.
The farmhouse dining room table which I bought back when I was a grad student in New Jersey and kept in my study to hold my books, folder,papers and knick knacks converted nicely to a sewing table. I love that old table.
Of course, there remains the matter of what to do about the HUNDREDS OF BOOKS I took off shelves. A third of them are going downstairs to another set of bookshelves I keep there and the other two-third are being discarded. That's right. Discarded. (Weeping.) Discarding old books is like discarding old friends. I feel like I'm being ungrateful. After all they taught me and the many times they saved me. Never mind that many haven't been cracked open in years. That's not the point. My books sit as reminders on my shelf that I did not make myself. That I've been shaped by reading, books, writers, beautiful sentences, worlds of words. Luckily, there's a store in the city that takes old books and makes them available to new owners.

I love my new space. Enough to start sewing and quilting again. (And oh yeah, for those of you who are wondering whether I'm going to change the color of the room. Yeah, perhaps. Red worked well for my study. But it makes the room dark during the day, especially a north facing room. I'm just not ready yet to part with the red. I will when I'm ready.)
Eager to show you the chasulbe I whipped up the other night to wear in the pulpit the next morning. I love fluid, feminine chasulbes to wear over whatever it is that I have available to wear underneath.
Do I have a chasulbe pattern? No, I simply trace around an on old chasulbe I purchased from Cokesbury many years ago. You need 54" inch wide fabric (this one was 58"), trace around the fold of the fabric, and cut. Hem it and go. This
website was helpful in giving me confidence that I could make my own chasulbe.
I also managed to finish two other projects in the last few weeks.
I covet a lot of the bed quilts other quilters post on their blogs and have dreamed of quilt one for the master bed. But I prefer sleeping under a comforter. The cool feel of a down comforter against my skin is fantastic you wake up in the middle of the night feeling like you're on fire (cough, cough). One evening when I had nothing in particular to do I reached for some fat quarters in my stash and started making blocks. A week later I had a duvet top. It's reversible. My husband who's from Trinidad prefers the other side because it has a Caribbean flavor. This side is my favorite.
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Lastly, I finally finished the
applique quilt I started some months ago. It's a gift for a friend who was especially kind to me when I was home for all those weeks after surgery. We've known each other for over twenty years now. She went online to my favorite natural hair products store
Oyin and made sure I had a stock of products to keep my hair moisturized during recovery and radiation. All I have to do now is give it a sleeve and a label and ship it off to her. Shhh...it's a secret.