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It’s not the Fetes de Mères (Mothers’ Day) in France until the end of May but as my Mum is English and in England, today is Mothers’ Day as far as I’m concerned. Also, since Mlle. Tialys the elder lives back in the U.K. now, I only stand a chance of being remembered on Mothers’ Day if we stick to the U.K. one because she will see all the palaver surrounding it beforehand and remind her sister who is still in France and would otherwise be blissfully unaware of it.
Who better than your mother to practice on when indulging your new sewing passion?
Unfortunately, even though my crochet hook has been a blur, I didn’t manage to finish the blanket I was hoping to give her for Mothers’ Day but, being my Mum, I’m sure she’ll forgive me.
Remember the Stitching Santa organised by Sewchet I participated in last Christmas? When I received my goodies from Pippa at Beads and Barnacles she included this turquoise drawstring pouch. I was thinking I could use it to keep my current small crochet project in and saw another opportunity to practice the freehand machine embroidery I’ve become keen on.
Just the right size for keeping my Fusion quilt squares in which, as you can see, is progressing slowly but surely, one square at a time.
The yellow thread started out as a representation of a slip knot. It went a bit awry but you get my drift.
It can hang on my pinboard which I am very happy with as a way of keeping my tools and other bits off the surfaces but within easy reach. I have two of these side by side and painted them duck egg blue to go with the woodwork on the top floor of my house which is where my sewing room is.
I bought my own Mothers’ Day gift – just in case my girls didn’t remember – this cool ‘maker’ pin from Jodie at RicRac. I thought it would be just the thing to wear when I’m selling my wares at the fund raising craft fairs I sometimes do and, in fact, will be doing one next Saturday. (It wasn’t really a Mothers’ Day gift to myself – just an everyday indulgence – but it was an excuse to show it to you)
A craft fair next Saturday? Sounds like another opportunity for some freehand machine embroidery I hear you say – and, of course, being a fund raiser for a retirement home for unwanted old and disabled dogs, it had to have some sort of pooch on it.
Much as I love the effect of the stitches against linen, this was a complete pain to thread the flex frame through at the top due to the linen itself being thick, plus a layer of fusible fleece and a cotton lining. So this will be unique in the true sense of the word and not in the sense of ‘rare’ or ‘unusual’ which seems to be in common usage these days because I really am only making one of them. I am going to rope in Mr. T and see if we can work out a way to make the channel at the top somehow separate from the body so I don’t have to go through all the thicknesses. I’ve seen one done like this but the channel was not the full width of the case, and I prefer it if it is, so maybe I could adapt that.
Meanwhile, so far today – it’s 09.20 – I took Mr. T. a cuppa in bed and said ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ in what I hope was a sarcastic manner, although I know I’m not his mother. There is no sign of a card anywhere nor email nor text from the U.K. nor from the room at the end of the corridor where Mlle. Tialys the Younger will doubtless remain entombed until around 1300h, which is her usual habit of a Sunday.
I’ll let you know if things change.
There was a lot of staggering and muttering ( and very possibly a lot of husband/father involvement) and these appeared. The morning staggering was even more pronounced than usual as we forgot to put the clocks forward last night so time was confused.
They looked better than this before I unwrapped them and then hastily wrapped them back up again for the photo so I could show daughter in the U.K. what she had instructed her dad to get me 😉
I must confess to a nostalgia for the early days when I got a cup of tea and croissant brought up to me in bed, a flower out of the garden on the tray and hand made cards with masterpieces such as this within.
Not the most flattering of images conjured up of me there but I’m guessing the rhyme was the important thing.