I had a stack of fabrics to press before I could continue cutting 6.5" squares. I got 13 more cut with a pile waiting to go to the die cutter. There are 4 squares of each of most of these fabrics. There are 2 or 3 quilts in the future to use all of them. I will need 177 squares if I make all 3 quilts and I have 96 cut so far.
I'm also cutting 3" finished half square triangles for one of the quilts. Lots more strips are also waiting to be die cut for this group.
I lived on a dairy farm when I was little and we had 2 hired men at different times who could help with the milking and crops. I went to grade school with their kids. One of them was a girl named Rose Marie who was in first grade with me. Her brother passed earlier this year and I read in his obit that she lived in a town just 8 miles from me. I doubt she remembered me but I always thought she had a pretty name and I remembered her. Her obit was in the newspaper yesterday. That's the thing about being 84, a lot of old acquaintances are showing up in the newspaper, 3 in the last 5 weeks.
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So true but you can remember them and that is a gift in and of itself. It’s fun watching your flower fabric piles grow.
Good job getting those florals cut for use;)))
39 here this morning...overcast so far....
i know == once you are in your 80's it seems that every week brings yet another obit notice...sad, but also brings back nice memories...
Have a good weekend...hugs, Julierose
Rose Marie is indeed a lovely name (actually Rose was one of the names I picked out before my babies were born, but as it turns out I only needed boy names and I wasn't free enough thinking to choose Rose in those circumstances). Your floral squares are gorgeous, just the thing for the onset of winter.
Ceci
yes time does pass...my mom's lament in her later years was that all her school mates were gone and most of her family as well...
Every time I see the fabrics for your quilt I think they could not get any prettier, yet they do.
My Mom lived with us the last 8 years of her life, and she got progressively sadder each year with the passing of loved ones and old friends. I didn't really understand it until the last few years, but now I get it.
Such gorgeous florals - perfect for this time of year when nature is getting ready for its winter rest. And my grandfather made a comment very similar to yours (he lived to be 96).
There's the if-only factor: had you known that Rose Marie lived so close you could have called her. I've had that experience several times..........Meanwhile: I have a box of realistic florals that I've been trying to find a use for. You may be giving me an idea.
I remember my Dad saying he didn't know which was more...not sure of the word I need - not depressing, sad, or upsetting, maybe more like a reminder of his own shortening time... seeing his relatives, friends, and acquaintances in the obituaries, or when they stopped showing up as they had all passed on already.
The flower fabrics are ones I've seen in the shops, and passed them by, as I had NO idea how I'd ever use them. Can't wait to see what you do with them. Not that I need temptation to start acquiring yet another style of fabrics :-)
It's so true that whoever lives the longest in a family or group of long-time friends has the most sorrow as there are so many good-byes. May everyone have hobbies that bring them joy so they, like you Wanda, can show others that creativity lives on!
Your lovely florals have me reaching for mine and I love how you plan ahead so you already know how you'll use those extra squares.
Hugs!
Hugs!
Yes, pretty florals and nice to see this time of year. It is mostly grey where we live.
My dad used to speak of all his friends being gone, and now I am experiencing that too, along with you. Almost all our current friends are much younger than we are, which helps that sense of loss, but we've also lost some of them too. My hubby speaks of all of us being terminal, but no one likes to hear it. Hugs and prayers, dear one!
It's a blessing to get up every day and not be in the paper!
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