Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer..
"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Yesterday I realized suddenly it was the day before the day before Christmas!!!! Yikes! And everything that I thought I could do ‘tomorrow’ had to be done ‘NOW’!
So I tucked in and got ‘er done!
The last of the baking
Last gifts to wrap, and one last parcel arrived at the post office (phew)!
Menus written (so we don’t forget to put the peas on the table)
And we celebrated our dear friend’s 70th birthday. Lots of fun!
What did you do on the day before the day before Christmas? Bet you didn’t sit around and relax with a cup of cocoa either!
Today the kids arrive from Alberta. With 2 dogs in tow!
Let the merriment begin! We’ll start with attending our traditional Christmas Eve service……..and go from there.
With the holiday weekend here – and a busy few days of appointments in between weekends – and a trip to the north country starting January 1……………….I doubt I’ll be back again much for a couple of weeks at least. So I want to wish you all the very best Christmas – may you be warm and cheered and blessed.
And a Happy New Year!
Many, many Blessings Peg
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My 2011 BOM for Quilting Canadians on Quilt With Us is done! Well, the flimsy is done – it will be added to my pile of quilts waiting to get onto Big Bertha.
I combined several of the ideas you all shared with me – and here it is!!! I’m really pleased!
Here’s a close-up of the last little bit:
When I pulled it off and turned it over – I discovered this in one area. This is where the machine was ‘making funny noises’ when some friends came over to play. We changed the bobbin thread and rethreaded the top, and all went smoothly after that. Lesson learned – when the machine sounds funny, things may look funny!
In the next day or so, I’ll put on the first of my scrap flimsies – and keep on practicing! This is fun! And so much easier than wrestling with a quilt on my domestic machine!
Happy quilting! Blessings, Peg
This morning I received my on-line Quilter’s Connection magazine – which featured this article: http://www.timescolonist.com/Quilt+Royal+Museum+honours+Home+Children/5884082/story.html#ixzz1h6HpsElb
At this time of year,when children and the needy are uppermost in our minds, it’s hard to think of these young ones torn from their homes and families and sent to a foreign country. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say:
Home Children is a common term used to refer to the child migration scheme founded by Annie MacPherson in 1869, under which more than 100,000 children were sent to Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and South Africa from the United Kingdom.
Australia has recently apologized for its involvement in the scheme, and UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown made a formal apology to the affected families in February 2010. Conversely, on 16 November 2009, Canadian Immigration Minister Jason Kenney issued a statement that Canada will not be apologizing to child migrants.
The practice of sending poor or orphaned children to British settler colonies, to help alleviate the shortage of labour, began in 1618, with the rounding-up and transportation of 100 vagrant children to the Virginia Colony. Labour shortages in the British colonies also encouraged the kidnapping of children for work in the Americas, and large numbers of children were forcibly emigrated, mostly from Scotland. This practice continued until it was exposed in 1757, following a civil action against Aberdeen businessmen and magistrates for their involvement in the trade.
The Children's Friend Society was founded in London in 1830, as "The Society for the Suppression of Juvenile Vagrancy through the reformation and emigration of children". The first group of children was sent to the Cape Colony in South Africa and the Swan River Colony in Australia in 1832 and in August 1833, 230 children were shipped to Toronto and New Brunswick, Canada.
The main pioneers of child migration in the nineteenth century were the Scottish Evangelical Christian, Annie MacPherson, her sister Louisa Birt, and Londoner, Maria Rye. Whilst working with poor children in London in the late 1860s MacPherson was appalled by the child slavery of the matchbox industry and resolved to devote her life to these children. In 1870 she bought a large workshop and turned it into the "Home of Industry", where poor children could work and be fed and educated. She later became convinced that the real solution for these children lay in emigration to a country of opportunity and started an emigration fund. In the first year of the fund's operation, 500 children, trained in the London homes, were shipped to Canada. McPherson opened distribution homes in Canada in the towns of Belleville and Galt in Ontario and persuaded her sister, Louisa, to open a third home in the village of Knowlton, seventy miles from Montreal. This was the beginning of a massive operation which sought to find homes and careers for 14,000 of Britain's needy children.
CHILD EMIGRATION TO CANADA The attention of the Dominion Government has been drawn to the fact that the children sent to Canada from England are street waifs and workhouse paupers, and that the professional philanthropists engaged in the work are largely prompted by mercenary and not charitable motives. A demand will be made that parliament should investigate the matter before voting any money to promote this kind of immigration.
The Star, 18 April 1891
Maria Rye also worked amongst the poor in London and had arrived in Ontario with 68 children (50 of whom were from Liverpool) some months earlier than McPherson, with the blessing of the Archbishop of Canterbury and The Times newspaper. Rye, who had been placing women emigrants in Canada since 1867, opened her home at Niagara-on-the-Lake in 1869, and by the turn of the century had settled some 5,000 children, mostly girls, in Ontario.
The emigration schemes were not without their critics and there were many rumours of ill-treatment of the children by their employers and of profiteering by the organizers of the schemes, particularly Maria Rye. In 1874 The London Board of Governors decided to send a representative, named Andrew Doyle, to Canada to visit the homes and the children to see how they were faring. Doyle's report praised the women and their staff, especially MacPherson, saying that they were inspired by the highest motives, but condemned almost everything else about the enterprise. He said that the attitude of the women in grouping together children from the workhouses, who he said were mostly of good reputation, with street children, who he considered mostly thieves, was naive and had caused nothing but trouble in Canada. He was also critical of the checks made on the children after they were placed with settlers, which in Rye's case were mostly non-existent, and said that:
Because of Miss Rye's carelessness and Miss MacPherson's limited resources, thousands of British children, already in painful circumstances, were cast adrift to be overworked or mistreated by the settlers of early Canada who were generally honest but often hard taskmasters.
The Canadian House of Commons subsequently set up a select committee to examine Doyle's findings and there was much controversy generated by his report in Britain, but the schemes continued with some changes and were copied in other countries of the British Empire.
In 1909, South African born Kingsley Fairbridge founded the "Society for the Furtherance of Child Emigration to the Colonies" which was later incorporated as the Child Emigration Society. The purpose of the society, which later became the Fairbridge Foundation, was to educate orphaned and neglected children and train them in farming practices at farm schools located throughout the British Empire. Fairbridge emigrated to Australia in 1912, where his ideas received support and encouragement. According to the British House of Commons Child Migrant's Trust Report, "it is estimated that some 150,000 children were dispatched over a period of 350 years—the earliest recorded child migrants left Britain for the Virginia Colony in 1618, and the process did not finally end until the late 1960s." It was widely believed by contemporaries that all of these children were orphans, but it is now known that most had living parents some of whom had no idea of the fate of their children after they were left in care homes, and some led to believe that their children had been adopted somewhere in Britain.
As they were compulsorily shipped out of Britain, many of the children were deceived into believing their parents were dead, and that a more abundant life awaited them. Many children were welcomed into loving homes, but others were exploited as cheap agricultural labour, or denied proper shelter and education and not allowed to socialize with native children. It was common for Home Children to run away, sometimes finding a caring family or better working conditions.
Here are some more articles, if you’re interested:
I was interested to read of a place in Duncan, BC where these children were taught farming and domestic skills. The bottom line here is that these children were not sent away to give them home and security, but rather sent away to become labor, cheap (and maybe even slave) labor at that!
And this statement:
"There was quite a push to keep the colonies British, and children were used," Skidmore said. "They were basically whitestocking the colonies."
This sounds like they were stocking a fish pond! Really!!!! Maybe the intentions of the pioneers of this movement were altruistic and caring, but it sounds like most of these children suffered immensely. My heart aches for them! If only we could go back in time and rectify the mistakes made, give back to those who were hurt.
These quilts at least tell the story, and bring to light the history – and maybe, just maybe, there will be some recognition given to the recipients of this movement. We can only hope!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Inside was a veritable treasure trove, from my Secret Santa. I took pictures of the inside of the box, the gifts still wrapped, the gifts all unwrapped and on display – then hit the wrong button on the camera and erased them all. So when I discovered that this afternoon, I went back and took some more pictures. I’m sorry I can’t share the opening of the box with you all, each gift was wrapped individually, and so pretty!
Regardless, here’s what Secret Santa sent to me:
Push pins with button heads, Werther’s candies (we’ve managed to eat a few already), some lovely fat quarters just waiting for that perfect project, a small box of chocolates which I did share with Grizz, and even a treat for our Sadie – which was wrapped in ‘doggie’ paper too.
But look what they’re all sitting on:
Isn’t this just a gorgeous table topper – I’m thrilled, and the color is just perfect for the dining room and will be taking pride of place right away. Even the back is beautiful!
Thank you thank you Secret Santa – I can’t wait to discover your true identity so I can send a proper note.
And Suzanne – thank you so much for organizing this for us all – it was so much fun, and I’m so happy I decided to join in!
Happy early Christmas! Blessings, Peg
Monday, December 19, 2011
First of all, I’d like to thank my encouragers out there. My last post expressed frustration with a BOM, and your comments have given me new courage to face it this week.
Still on the wall today:
Not sure if anybody noticed, but I did get the December tree standing upright! LOL!
And the map applique is now finished – it looks kind of lost in that ‘sea’ doesn’t it! I’m quite happy with the way it turned out within itself, but maybe it should be bigger??? What do you all think?
I’m test-driving this grey-green from my stash for borders and sashing – 1/2 inch sashing between the blocks, which would mean about 3/4 inch around the ‘sea’. Oh, maybe if I put the map square again and used sashing fabric to put it on point – would that make the map look less lost. And the more I look at it…..the map looks off-center……..because there’s more of Canada in the north-west than in the south-east. It really is exactly centered – I measured! So maybe some adjustment there would make a difference.
Opinions please!!! I need help! And my quilting group isn’t meeting again now until January.
Anyway – I’ll be linking to The Needle and Thread Network WIP Wednesday – head on over there in a couple of days to see what the rest of Canada is working on.
Happy designing! Blessings, Peg
Sunday, December 18, 2011
I’ve been feeling a little discouraged with the whole quilting thing lately. Working on a BOM mystery with our LQS, and the fabrics don’t go together as well in the second block as they did in the first, so I’ve spent the last few days just trying to figure out what I’m going to do. And not knowing what the next 10 – count them – 10 – blocks will be, I’m just baffled. I’ve already switched fabrics around once – but do I keep on switching – and how many times can I do that before I don’t have enough fabric to finish the quilt!!! Arrrggghhh!
So, needless to say, I wasn’t in much of a mood to sew on Friday.
I did go out in the morning and do some quilt-related shopping. Big Bertha (quilting frame) was in need of supplies so I can move forward with actually quilting a quilt. I went over to the local guy who
makes made these frames. Sadly, because of life circumstances, he’s decided to go out of business. Sniff, sniff! This means when I need help or maintenance……………….well, there is none! He did give me some good advice and some tips, for making this all easier.
And I was able to pick up a foot, a bobbin holder, cones of thread and pre-wound bobbins at a good price!!! So I’m almost all set. I’ll spend some more time practicing until the muslin is all used up, and then I’ll load on the first quilt.
But back to FNSI – I took my Canada map off the wall, and intended to do ‘some’ of the satin stitch applique – next thing I knew it was half done. So I persevered – and voila!
I do have to say that my tension level was high going around some of those tight corners, and this morning my shoulder is super sore, so maybe I should have stopped at ‘some’. But it’s done, and I can start working on sashing and borders and get the top together – to add to my pile of flimsies waiting to be quilted!
Happy FNSI! Blessings, Peg
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Is it true? Is it really true? Only 10 days to Christmas??? Can’t be! Can it?
Yesterday Grizz asked when we need to take out the roast for marinating and the turkey to thaw for brining – and reality hit.
Only 10 days! Oh, my!!!!
And then I went and checked our advent calendar – and sure enough – there are 14 little ornaments on there!
Actually I am ready, except of course for the last-minute groceries and the cooking.
But I don’t want it to come yet
Because then it’ll all be over! And all that will be left will be the wrapping paper!
And the memories, and the pictures, and the full tummy!
Oh, well, there’s another one coming next year – and I can start again …………. in just 12 days! Let the shopping begin!
Happy last-minute prep, everyone! Blessings, Peg
Monday, December 12, 2011
Before I get into sharing what’s on the wall this week, I want to share some Christmas spirit with you all. It’s the 3rd week of advent, and more and more I reflect on the wonder and glory of Christ’s birth. Have a listen as David Phelps sings ‘O Holy Night’:
Hope you enjoyed that!
I found a soft grey-blue background for the center of this piece, I think it reflects the colors of the waters around our coast-line. And the map of Canada, pieces all outlined, just need to choose the colors, and start the applique. I think I’ll use a medium grey for sashing and borders and then see how it’s looking.
I’ll be linking this up to the Needle and Thread Network WIP Wednesday. It’s for Canadian quilters – so let’s show off Canada!
Happy Christmas season quilting! Blessings, Peg
Saturday, December 10, 2011
A quick post before I head out for my Cake Therapy BOM class where we’re doing a mystery quilt!
The panels were purchased at Yellowstone Park on our trip in June – got it quilted, bound and a hanging sleeve attached!
The practice is coming along quite well, if I do say so myself – soon be time to load an actual quilt on her!
Not huge accomplishments, but I’m satisfied!
Happy Friday Night Sewing! Blessings, Peg
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Do you sometimes think of your favorite things? Does the Sound of Music song float through your mind at times?
Fellow blogger and quilter M-R watched the movie recently and came up with her list of Favorite Things, set to the tune:
My Favourite (Quilty) Things
Quilt blocks, design walls and all-cotton batting,
Rotary cutters and warm woolen feltings,
Brown paper challenges tied up with strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Cream coloured fabrics and self-healing mats,
Workshops and courses and quarters so fat!
Wild geese that fly through our quilts and hangings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Women in white gloves at huge Quilt Show bashes,
Fabrics that stay in our purses and stashes,
Warm quilting nights that melt into mornings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the cutter bites,
When the pin stings,
When I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
It’s too bad our sewing rooms don’t usually leave us enough room to dance like Maria, while we sing this song!
But I’m sure lots of us will be singing it, at least to ourselves, while we enjoy one of our favorite pastimes!
Happy favorites! Blessings, Peg
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
That’s what I’m feeling right about now. This is such a wonderful season, and I enjoy all of it. But at times, I just can’t seem to take it all in!
The last two days, I’ve been doing the Christmas baking, and I think it was all the aroma that sent my senses reeling!
But oh, how wonderful it all is – family and sharing, food and gifts, fun and fellowship.
In the midst of it all, we don’t want to forget
Why We Say Merry Christmas
If you’ve noticed my header photo, you’ll see the candles lit each advent Sunday as we move toward The Day
Besides the advent wreath our house is filled with reminders like this:
Celebrate Jesus – the Reason for the Season!
Happy Christmas! Blessings, Peg
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Just found a link-up called ‘Occupy Your Sewing Room’ (see my side bar to follow it). The challenge is to occupy your sewing room for a day between Dec 3-10, to do some of that Christmas sewing – link up – and be eligible for some fabulous prizes!
So, I’m linking up.
And here’s what I did:
Down Winterberry Lane was planned to be a ‘together’ project with Jo from Pieceful Afternoon to be shared with you all on our joint site Cross Border Quilters. Well circumstances interfered, and Jo hasn’t been able to get to her sewing machine for quite a while now. But I really wanted to get this done for Christmas, so I got started. You can follow the progress of this quilt over at CBQ.
When it was finished, I couldn’t believe how big it was. Somehow the ‘finished size’ disclaimer on the package just went over my head. So, it sat for a bit, waiting for me to decide what to do with it – and then last week when I was decorating the house, I thought…..hmm…wouldn’t a Christmas shower curtain be nice. So yesterday I spent most of the day measuring and cutting and measuring and sewing and measuring and cutting and sewing – I lined the quilt, added tabs, hemmed it and got it hung up. We did take a break in the middle of the day to take the dog out for a walk – it was just gorgeously sunny out there and we just couldn’t miss an opportunity to get outside for a bit without rain dripping down our necks!
Anyway, I’m thrilled with this!
Happy decorating! Blessings, Peg
Monday, December 5, 2011
The last block of the Colors of Canada BOM is done – it’s the one at the bottom, a Christmas tree. I think I need to figure out how to het the tree standing upright in this design – any ideas anyone?
The Colors of Canada BOM was done with Quilting Canadians on Quilt With Us. I started the year with a brand new package of grey and beige fat quarters, and determined to use them in the blocks. Besides that, I just picked what ever colors suited my mood on the day.
The block names, in case anybody is wondering:
Maple Leaf – Jan
North Winds – Feb Bear’s Paw – Mar
Flying Geese – Apr Shoofly – May
Bow-tie – June Lady of the Lake – July
Wandering Star – Aug Shortcut to School – Sept
Homeward Bound – Oct Dble Friendships Star – Nov
Christmas Tree – Dec
So what’s the plan? I want to design a ‘map of Canada’ to applique and put in the center, then sash and borders, and voila (I hope) a great table mat!
So proud to be CANADIAN!
Happy Canadian quilting! Blessings, Peg