Last week we had Quilt Night at our house, and yesterday (since all the tables and ironing stations were still set up), a friend came over to quilt since she couldn’t make Quilt Night. We were working with the same stash of fabrics from Fabricworm (I love their bundles!); Judy purchased two in order to make quilts for her granddaughters and I liked it so well, I got one to make a Bento Quilt.
I’d been admiring Bento Box quilts for a long time, and when we were in Nova Scotia–Cape Breton’s small town of Mabou–I purchased a pattern at Fiddle Stitches, a quilt shop there in town. Good memories while I stitch. Here’s a slide show of our day of sewing. I may yet cross off all my quilting tasks off my summer To Do List.
Judy was making rail fence blocks. We dangled little bits of her sets off the end of the table so she could initially keep track of what strips she had used, but later on, didn’t need them. I thought they looked like a bunch of jewelry dangling there.
We made a mess of every surface in my living room: extra table, dining room table, piano–you name it.
When I was a young mother I used to read my children a poem about rainy days from a Richard Scarry Book. The illustration had the children making blanket tents, arranging toys, emptying cupboards, while the rain pelted the windows.
Substitute “sewing days” in for rainy days, and you have:
On sewing days we stay indoors,
We have a lot of fun.
But there is so much work to do
When sewing days are done!