I have been very very busy since my last post. So busy, in fact, that my dear husband asked me last night rather plaintively if possibly I might be done sewing for the day. I think he was tired of trying to hear Rachel Maddow over the buzz of the sewing machine.
But progress has been made. Observe:
Yes indeed, children. All the blocks are now created. Just in case you don’t “get” it, I will just point out to you that there is a block for every letter of the alphabet, these appear in clockwise order around the outside of the quilt. Then there are the numbers and shapes, which will do double duty helping illustrate the major colors. There are a few extras in there too, just for fun.
There will be a thin sash between each block, which I have yet to even start cutting. It is a sage green with tiny pink flowers in it. It will also surround the quilt body and separate it from the borders, and the same fabric will be used for the binding.
There will be a one inch white border, which is destined to have the atomic symbols quilted into it, then a 1/2″ crazy border, which is created from numerous small pieces of fabric sewn together, and then the final border will be 1 1/2″ of alphabet.
I may or may not put each block’s descriptive word on the pale green “window sill” in either embroidery or fabric paint. I haven’t decided yet. It may make the quilt, which is already quite busy, a little too busy. I don’t know. I DO know that once I start putting words on, I will have to put them ALL on, and there is no going back. I am not interested in cutting and sewing all those blocks again, although I suppose if I started the labeling process and didn’t like it I could just replace the pale green sills.
The meticulousness with which I am approaching the last border is a credit to my obsessive compulsive streak. I cut all the pieces for the border and stitched them together as they lay. Then when I started pressing the seams open I realized that I did not like the haphazard way the pattern was emerging from this treatment. So I took all those seams out, all 60 of them, which really wasn’t that hard since they were only 2″ long. Now I am sewing them back together again, while matching the pattern lines more carefully.
So, the finding of the fabric for this quilt was a lot of fun. I went to the fabric stores with my niece, who helped me find some of the very cool fabrics that illustrate some of the letters.
My older sister, who also is an amazing quilter, sent me a care package with beautiful fabrics in it, including some of the crazy border and a lovely Kokopelli, who is appliqued onto the block next to the giraffe block. As soon as I opened the box, F was suddenly for “frog” rather than “fox” due to the fabulousness of the rainforest frog fabric. There were a lot of fabrics that I didn’t need for this project, but I’m sure I’ll find a use for them later.
Mostly I was pretty set on what image I wanted for each letter. I was bound and determined that D was going to be for dragon. I had resigned myself to dragonfly since there were no dragons to be had anywhere, when I got a call from one of my friends who was at a fabric store in Columbia.
“I found you a dragon,” she sang into the phone. While she was on the phone, she measured the image and told me what size it was. It sounded right, so she bought it and brought it to me, and then wouldn’t even let me pay for it. This is a most awesome dragon, courtesy of Judy Gibson.
The letter I had the most trouble finding an image for was, of course, X. Jim suggested “X marks the spot” and just applique a big X on a block. I looked in the dictionary last night, in hopes of inspiration. “Xyst” is not a term that spring readily to mind when you see a nice garden walk lined with trees. “X-ray” is a concept that is hard to get across without getting pretty silly. “Xeric” or “xeriscape” could have been shown with a nice desert scene, and I was contemplating this.
I really wanted a xylophone. I had an image on a fabric, but it was so small and insignificant. So, this morning I woke up and said to myself, “I have permanent markers. I can draw this myself.” So I did.
I think it turned out rather well, actually.
So, I’m off to dust my massage room and put together another batch of lemon marmalade.



WOW. I am beyond impressed at your patience, skill, and resulting handiwork. This quilt is going to be that child’s most treasured possession!
I certainly hope so. The last quilt I made for a baby turned out to be his treasured possession, which had to go EVERYWHERE with him until he was around 11.
this one is really a fun thing.
Oh, I wouldn’t do the words. Figuring out the words is so much more fun!
I agree with you. Besides, I tried out putting the words on a couple of the “reject” blocks and I didn’t really like the effect at all. Words are out…
That’s a real treasure you’re making, Ellie.
Beautiful! And clever! Love the xylophone, too! That is the best “X-word” for a little one… and you drew it perfectly!
My Dear Friend,
What a treasure and a gift you are to our world and to me most completely. I have so often thought of you and Jim. Your strength, your courage, your passion for life distilled its way into my broken body and lifts my spirits. I have much to thank you for and so much to listen to.
All these years, I’ve been fearful to read your comments about my fall. My family would tell me from time to time that I should read the kind things that you wrote and spirit to spirit healing hands. All this time, I couldn’t bring myself to read it. This all this time I hope that it wasn’t true. Grief gets stuck in us, but cannot stay.
There’s much I need to learn from you and I hope that I have the courage to do so.
I look at your quilt and I see your book! Who is the lucky child? They will live the dreams of a hero has only one could after being talked under your quilt.
Thank you so much for everything. As we talked, I will let you know if the miracles that occurred because of your blog post and all of the thoughts, prayers, and well wishes of your kind friends. I hope they can feel the gratitude that comes from my spirit for them and for you. It seems sometimes that the longer I let my body lice still, the more active my spirit becomes. The soul is a playful creature and is not easily quiet.
I look forward to reading back on all your posts and catching up on your beautiful life’s. I promised to face the fear and stay in touch!
My love to you and Jim,
Sean