Another year.

Yesterday, I turned 26. I don’t recall ever thinking about myself at 26 when I was younger—I don’t tend to imagine myself at such-and-such age in the future. But, I am pretty confident that my teenage self wouldn’t have imagined me quite like this.

I live in New York, and didn’t return to the Midwest after graduating college.

Carl and I have been together for five years come August. We own a house. And a dog. And things like bedroom furniture.

I’ve determined that my mom can no longer blame me for her grey hairs, because I found one the other day and I don’t have kids to blame.

I quilt. I’m addicted to quilting and making other things with fabric. July marks two full years that I’ve been quilting, although I’ve been sewing for probably 20 or more, now.

I’m the incoming VP of a quilting guild that is older than I am (I’m honored—there are lifetimes of experience in the club; I can’t wait to see what more I can learn).

I wouldn’t change a thing.

(Okay, except that I need to learn to balance the buying fabric budget with the wanting to travel places budget.)

But, enough personal stuff—here’s the challenge I finished for yesterday’s Mohawk Valley Quilt Club year-end banquet:

The idea of a sun kept popping into my head, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with the other half. I ended up making a moon, using fusible web to add raw-edge craters to the shape.

Both the moon and sun are sandwiched and quilted, with metallic satin-stitching around the edge. The sun is pieced from a NY Beauty pattern.

I painted the straps and wings of the bra—teal on one side, red on the other, then draped the other fabric (the ombre green worked great), and hand-sewed it all down to the bra. I added the watch part and pearl after finding them in a box while trying to organize the other day. I figured sun, moon, passing time… it all kind of went together.

I didn’t win the viewer’s choice, but it was a fun experience nonetheless. If only I could find someone who can wear it 😉

Maker of various fabric things

Another year.

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