Progress In The Making On The Log Cabin Rework

I am making progress on the Log Cabin rework for my neighbor Velma. You may remember I had been gifted these hand-sewn log cabin blocks.

They reeked of moth-ball odor but stood up well to numerous washings in vinegar and baking soda and then a umpteenth rewash for lingering odor.

I decided on these two fabrics to sash the blocks together changing my mind from the bland white and brown original pick.

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All pieced together now and looking handsome if I may say so myself.

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Now to move on to the batting and backing. I am recycling a thin fleece type throw blanket for the batting and the same material as the lighter large outer L of the square for the backing. Since these blocks had already been quilted to a solid peach material, I am debating on what actually to hand quilt. I am thinking just on the outside of each square on the sashing. It’s been a fun project and I exciting to get it done and on the lap of Velma.

 

©, 2019, copyright, Sharon Haimowitz-Civitano. All rights reserved.

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There Is No Place Like Home

Starting a new year is usually steeped in anticipation and excitement for what is in store, what lies ahead. This year was no exception. I am excited to continue with the T Block quilt along, improving my flying geese skills, possibly finishing Wishing You Good Will and starting the tulip quilt top along with continuing with a few other started projects but…

On January 1st I was determined to find my parents wedding album for that one certain picture I wanted to frame.

Instead of finding the wedding picture, at the bottom of the huge steamer trunk I found three cross stitch samplers I didn’t remember seeing before, but I must have. Only one had the makers initials and date.

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Eighty three years old, done by C.L., 1935 ~ who was C.L. ? I had an idea. I have quite a few things in our home that belonged to my husbands first wife who passed quite young (may her memory be a blessing) Questioning him on her parents names, I learned her mother was Kathleen Loen. I had the L and a little digging with Ancestry I discovered Kathleen’s mother was Clara Loen born 1904 in Washington. This had to be hers. She was thirty one when she did this and I can imagine how proud she must have felt to have this hanging in her home.

Mystery easily solved and I have started the new year with a priceless memory from the past. She is no longer at the bottom of the trunk!

Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.

 

©, 2019, copyright, Sharon Haimowitz-Civitano. All rights reserved.