We old quilters who have been around for what seems like forever have been dubbed the dinosaurs by Mary Ellen Von Holt of Little Quilts. We began our businesses in the 80’s and 90’s and both of us had books published by That Patchwork Place in the early 90’s. We only saw each other at spring and fall markets but we’ve been friends for years.
Little Quilts’ team was made up of (from left to right) Sylvia Johnson, Alice Berg, and Mary Ellen Von Holt and they introduced “small quilts” as “dessert for the quilter”. How could we all have survived all these years without “little quilts”? We couldnt! Connie and I still find small quilts the most rewarding projects we could make!
Sylvia died a couple days ago of cancer and as Mary Ellen says, “We have an Angel in Heaven doing the bookkeeping for the Dinosaur Quilt Guild in Heaven”. Sympathy to Alice and Mary Ellen and Sylvia’s family.
Here are today’s Dirty Dozen quilts:
And here is my finished “Knock Your Socks Off” which is going to my niece’s granddaughter who just turned 12 years old. This is for you, Bailey!
And the back.
Once again I have failed to get the avocado seed to grow! I used to do this all the time and now I just cannot get it to sprout. I’m going to give up and throw it away – unless somebody can tell me what I’m doing wrong!
Another beautiful day here – 75+ degrees and no wind. The leaves are almost finished and next week when it gets cold we￼’ll be glad we worked so hard.
This afternoon Telly and Hazel had an adventure inside a big tree in the grove. Here’s both of them inside the hollow part – we should cut this down now before it falls on the fence.
Just. So. Much. Fun!!!!
Thank you, Lora Jans, for the sweet Be Still necklace. I actually have it on and this was the best picture I could get. I love it!
Sweet Hazel napping.
Because I’ve had a persistent cough for over two weeks both Rick and I were tested yesterday for Covid – both of us were negative! I thought the nose swab for 8 seconds in each nostril was nasty! Ricks nurse just put it in his nostril, twirled once and removed it. Mine counted to 8! And it not only was painful, it brought tears to my eyes!
That’s it for me! Time to close up the barn for the night! Be still.