How's everyone doing? It's March. Pretty soon the flowers will be popping and gardens will be planned.
Karen chose The Stitching Post in Baltimore for her gift certificate and they are having a "make your own sale day" sale the 17th - 26th for 20% off, in case any of you are close by.
I'm doing a little finishing work to pieces that have been (lost) recently discovered. I love this tiny sampler and used the same blue backing as the last project. Whenever I trim linen I save these strips to use the threads for mending or seaming and sometimes for hangers. Comes in handy if the linen color is odd and nothing else looks right.
Since I like more primitive style, I just fringe the edges on each side, or fold and run a machine stitch. Then I fray to that line.
Running my nail along the fringe makes it a little wonky and steaming or dampening helps if needed. Instant matching hanger.
I forgot to add it when I was seaming this little ornament so I hand sewed the hanger to the back. In a way, that's better because I can easily remove it for a change.
It was a little too long for this cubby box so I hooked it on the bottom of the nail, hung the box, and then flipped it over. Why not shorten it? Since it's not in the seam it would be an easy fix, but I'm lazy.
We had a sad situation this past weekend. My nephew's son Matt is a volunteer firefighter. He responded to an accident within a mile from his home, could not get a pulse from the trapped passenger whose position hid his face. He moved on to help the other three occupants while the ambulance removed the body. Later, he found out it was his friend since grade school and he's devastated. They shared a special bond and helped each other through tough times. The young man's mother shoved him off to an abusive grandfather for many years, yet he never drank, did drugs, got into trouble. He was more sad than bitter, and grew into a caring and responsible young man whose life was cut short at 22. Now she is trying to hold his lifeless body in the casket, crying hysterically, but it's too late.
If you need to tell someone you are sorry, have regrets, love them... do it.
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We had a sad situation this past weekend. My nephew's son Matt is a volunteer firefighter. He responded to an accident within a mile from his home, could not get a pulse from the trapped passenger whose position hid his face. He moved on to help the other three occupants while the ambulance removed the body. Later, he found out it was his friend since grade school and he's devastated. They shared a special bond and helped each other through tough times. The young man's mother shoved him off to an abusive grandfather for many years, yet he never drank, did drugs, got into trouble. He was more sad than bitter, and grew into a caring and responsible young man whose life was cut short at 22. Now she is trying to hold his lifeless body in the casket, crying hysterically, but it's too late.
If you need to tell someone you are sorry, have regrets, love them... do it.
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