I found several 100% cotton shirts at a local thrift shop. I gave them a good wash, removed the buttons and cut them up. All of these fat-quarters (and more) for $1.00 each shirt.
Perfect for Primitive projects and a way to re-purpose clothing that has fallen out of fashion or favor, I've salvaged the fabric for my quilts. I am hard pressed to find a quality (fabric) fat-quarters for a dollar anywhere. I thought about doing this after reading blogs where quilters are picking these up and some purchased the book, Scraps and Shirttails by Bonnie Hunter. Pat Speth has her Nickel Quilts, her books have some great designs as well. Be sure to check out your thrift shops where you might find some treasures of your own.
Happy Thrift Shopping, Re-purposing and Scrapping!
This Woolie Santa was my contribution to the ornament exchange at our Quilters Guild Christmas party, he was well received by his new owner. There is a wire attached so he can hang from a doorknob or on the tree. I made this Santa from wool, his beard is wool roving.
I pass by this church pretty much every time I head out for a walk. As Tom and I approached this parking area on Thanksgiving day we thought this was something we had not seen before and found it to be an interesting nature show.
This cotton candy like spun snow was formed as the winds blew across this parking area. The photo below shows the snow rolling into a ball as it is blown about. Was it the wind or happy ghosts at play? Looks like a footprintless soul was rolling balls to make a snowman.
Tonight we admired the Moon, Venus and Jupiter...isn't there a song about this alignment?
That concludes my nature show for this week. Wish I had a Super Camera to more clearly capture those stars! Some things are just meant to be enjoyed in the moment, I have a clear picture stored in my mind.
Happy stargazing...watch for Snowman Ghosts. You never know!
small dreams no houses as long as a train with places feet never touch no rooms decorated in hues stark and plain no notice of tax that could instead pay for college just a cottage wild ferns a yard stretching forever alive with prairie grass and sounds of pleasant insects making hay a trail to the river sounds of water faint lines of lights miles and miles away... this too then... a place to write where I can see nesting birds just beyond the wooden windowsill a small spot as plain as me where my words can hum in the quiet and where my simple heart is always warm....