Sunday, April 29, 2012

Stuff from Laurie's Mom

A word about my Mom.  She's patient, she thinks things out before taking action.  She likes to save everything.  

I am by far my father's daughter.

Leading up to a recent craft fair, Mom lent me a hand sewing a bunch of new items.  Where there were scraps that I'd have just thrown away, she  kept them.  

Then she started making quilted blankets.  They're the same kind she made when I was a baby.  I still have one of them. It's lasted *cough* years.

So far I have two of the baby blankets posted in my store.  Mom finds joy in making them, reusing things that I didn't think had a purpose anymore.  

I am still learning from my Mom.  Learning how to quilt.  Learning patience.  Learning that everything has a purpose, and if you can't see it immediately, it helps to change the way you're looking.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Sweet Renee Sews....and gardens.

A few weeks ago we had a lovely week of warm weather. It was refreshing to open up all the windows and air out the house.  Outside, the flowers got a jump start.  And so did the weeds.

Thanks to my mom, I have flowerbeds on three sides of my house.  They're filled with pretty things:  irises, bleeding hearts, day lilies, peonies, bachelor buttons, phlox, black eyed susans, columbines, hastas, blackberries... all of these things came from her gardens.  Over the course of five summers tending for these things, I've been able to identify what's a weed and what's going to be a flower.  Sometimes I can't remember though, in which case I snap a picture with my phone and text it to my brother, who shows it to my non-tech-savvy mom who proclaims whether the thing is a flower ("Yep, keep it!") or a weed ("Rip that thing out!")

There is lawn in my flowerbeds and flowers in my lawn.  It's a never ending battle.  The lawn in the flowerbeds is technically quack grass, and it spreads fast.  Last fall there was none.  Already this spring, in some spots it's crept into the beds by about a foot from the lawn edge.  I've gone after it all with a shovel and have reclaimed my flowerbeds from the quack grass.  I win!

There are little purple violets in my lawn.  Maybe they're weeds but they're prettier than dandelions so they get to stay.

Every summer it's Me vs. Creeping Charlie.  Here it is, creeping into my blog: 

I call it creepy stink weed, because that's exactly what it is.  It didn't show up until we cut down a tree in our yard, and from that spot there's so much creepy stink weed that it's taken over the lawn and crawls its way into my flowerbeds.  Already this spring I've been after it, pulling it out of the beds by the fistfuls.  The prognosis for this kind of problem isn't so great... it seems that it's impossible to kill with herbicides or by pulling by hand, as the root structure is a huge network.  You could get the plant but leave the root and it'll just come back.  Or you could get it all pulled out and some seeds of the darned thing will blow in from a neighbor's yard.

If anyone has fought Creeping Charlie and won, I'd love to hear about how you did it.  :)

And until then, I'll keep pulling it out as I see it.  

Thursday, April 5, 2012

What's happening?

It's been a few weeks since my last craft fair.  When I get home from such events I tend to unpack the truck, dump everything in the sewing room and close the door.  Inevitably the days leading up to a fair or show are insanely busy and fueled by Monster, and once it's all over and I'm back home, I take a couple weeks off completely.  But now, it's time.  This week I cleaned out and reorganized the sewing room and started posting new items to my online store.  Slowly but surely, a few things a night.

Leading up to this particular craft fair, Mom helped for two weekends in a row.  It's been the most successful event by far and while it is a ridiculous haul to sell my things (Chippewa Falls!) the attendance numbers and amount of things I sold make me consider selling at their autumn event.

Sewing Madness with Mom.  Here I'm working on the Bold Blue Paisley cross-body purse, which came back home with me after the craft fair.


So, it's now available in my Etsy store!  Click here to check it out.


Mom and I have found ourselves with an abundance of scrap fabric.  Scraps too small for a substantial project, but too big to throw away.  On a whim, Mom made a small patchwork quilt. Here it is with all the blocks sewn together, but before the back is put on.  I think it's absolutely darling.  Since the Hearts quilt, she's made a black and white quilt, a green and blue one, a couple baby ones and is now working on a totally random quilt.  We'll put them in the Etsy store to see how they do, but Mom's made up her mind that she wants to sell at craft fairs now with me.  :)