My scrap bin never fails me. I now have a quilts worth of scrappy stars. Oh they make me happy. Now to figure out the sashing.
Yesterday I set out early and with a little help from friends I was able to baste a couple quilts. Then I headed off to see my grandma and enjoy a lovely visit with her. What a blessing to get to hear her stories. She told of her mother carding wool and using it to put between the layers of her quilts. My great grandma was an amazing quilter. Lucky me I have a few of her quilts. She said they wasted nothing. During the summer they even pick off the wool that got stuck on fences and sagebrush at their homestead in Lyman Wyoming. Then in the winter great grandma would card the wool and grandma then 7 would help her by placing it in a nice stack.
Last week my adventuring son, Alex came for a visit. We met up with my parents for lunch after a visit to REI.
Alex was planning an excursion to Glacier National Park and needed a few supplies. Before leaving on his my living room looked like a campground. He had a wonderful time. Came back safe, always a relief to his mother, and with great pictures. I now have a can of bear spray. Airlines frown on bringing that in your carry on luggage. A blessing I guess since he didn’t have to use it.
