In an attempt to make a Babushka doll for my DQS10 partner, I tried my hand at embroidering for the first time. Here she is in all her monk-hairdo glory:
I like her. But I'm still not sure of the total quilt plan. I tried putting a second one next to her or even a set of three. Nah, didn't look right. Some of it is fear of clashing fabrics. Funny problem for a quilter to have. I need to stretch out of my color comfort zone!
So of course, in true WIP schizophrenia mode, I started a completely different one. This one is a quilt I've been wanting to start for a while. A doll quilt with an applique scene. A tree, a house, and a clothesline. Yes, it's been done before. But I LOVE IT. So we'll see. I'll show you that when I make more progress on it.
In other news, I've become a Twitterholic. Like, my iPhone gets more action than any teenage boy under the bleachers. It's a sickness really. I'm going to need an intervention (no, Mom, that doesn't mean I actually want an intervention. You can pry this phone from my cold, dead hands.)
Speaking of cold, dead hands, I have been hired on to be an official assistant to The Carrie Ryan. You know how we all wish we had minions? (John/QuiltDad, I'm talkin to you) Well, I just became one. Apparently when you become a New York Times Bestselling Author, you get to put a The in front of your name and have People. So now Their People can call Her People and Her People is me. This cracks me up to no end. I figure my first and foremost job will always be staking my claim as her big sister which means giving her a hard time whenever possible ;-)
So of course, in true WIP schizophrenia mode, I started a completely different one. This one is a quilt I've been wanting to start for a while. A doll quilt with an applique scene. A tree, a house, and a clothesline. Yes, it's been done before. But I LOVE IT. So we'll see. I'll show you that when I make more progress on it.
In other news, I've become a Twitterholic. Like, my iPhone gets more action than any teenage boy under the bleachers. It's a sickness really. I'm going to need an intervention (no, Mom, that doesn't mean I actually want an intervention. You can pry this phone from my cold, dead hands.)
Speaking of cold, dead hands, I have been hired on to be an official assistant to The Carrie Ryan. You know how we all wish we had minions? (John/QuiltDad, I'm talkin to you) Well, I just became one. Apparently when you become a New York Times Bestselling Author, you get to put a The in front of your name and have People. So now Their People can call Her People and Her People is me. This cracks me up to no end. I figure my first and foremost job will always be staking my claim as her big sister which means giving her a hard time whenever possible ;-)
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