So, everyone needs a Quilting Godmother. Seriously, mine listens to my problems (personal and quilt related), leads me down the path of good quilting and then ever so often a box of awesomeness arrives at my home.
I never thought when I created my blog that I would make real friends here, let alone find a quilting Godmother. Who would have thought? I have found so many awesome like minded people through my blog. I am ever so grateful for the friendships and comradeship. I really do love you all (Nanette…you have a special place in my heart).
Look at all this wonderful stuff I got from my Quilting Godmother (LOL) There are such beautiful things in this box, I can’t even tell you.
I love creating like this. I will take these things and then like a puzzle put them together. So besides the quilting challenge, I also have the figure out how to put it all together challenge.
About my table setting…Looks great from distance. Don’t look to close. For whatever reason, a preschooler with safety scissors must have cut these out. The place mats did not go together well, mostly due to the cutting. Cutting accurately is so important. Learned that lesson again…..dang it.
Since these are for my table, I will tolerate their mediocrity. I actually created these so I could practice quilting spirals. I have a quilt that I want to do the spiral pattern on and wanted more practice.
It did not turn out too bad. The practice was good. I will feel better when I set out to quilt the big quilt with spirals.
This is my Snibble and all the reason my things frequently come complete with dog hair. I had these laying on the back of the couch as I completed the binding. She decided that she needed to watch me as I worked and plopped herself on top of them.
So, my mother was from Germany. It turns out that growing up, there were some made up words in my family (by my mother). Snibbles was one of them. I grew up thinking that Snibbles were little bits of paper or fabric (scraps) because that is what my mother referred to them as (along with her best friend who was also from Germany). I was frequently told to clean up my Snibbles. I learned while I was in college that it was not really a word. It was rush week (yes, I was a sorority girl) and we were doing something that involved cutting paper. I said “we are going to have to clean up all these snibbles”, as if that was a word everyone knew. They all looked at me like I was crazy, so I repeated myself. Then came the laughter and the realization that this was not really a word, but something my mother and Betty (Mom’s best friend, also from Germany..I see a pattern here) made up. My whole life up til then, I thought Snibbles were a real thing.
Snibble is now a real thing. My late Husband named her that because she was a “scrap” of a dog (he was very familiar with the Snibble story). He was working for a farmer changing oil on tractors and their dog had 13 puppies. Only one was a girl and the boys were being mean to her and not letting her eat. He rescued her for me. She was all bit up when she came, but is a wonderful happy girl now.
Treasure your Family and your Quilting Godmother!