My girls watched an episode of the Little House on the Prairie. It was about Founders Day in Walnut Grove and all the activities going on there. One of the games was a run with legs tied to each other. My girls had to give it a try. They had so much fun :-)
Last Sunday I opened my closet to grab fabrics for a project I had in my mind to sew. I ended up with fabrics for a completely other quilt from the one I had in mind. (That happens to me more often ;-).
Weeks ago I saw this awesome mini tumbler on Lea's blog. I love it so much. She was inspired by Kathie, and so do I.
Well, when I opened my – still neat ;-) - closet for fabrics, my eye already moved to cut tumblers given by Dawn and Kathie.
Hé, that's easy. I only had to put them together, and I was distracted…
So on a pretty rainy Sunday I sewed them together, quilted and bound it. Before bedtime it was finished! Yeah maybe that's why I like minis so much.
-Finished size: 12,5 x 9,5 inch (32 x 24 cm.) -Fabrics: 100% cotton -Batting: 100% cotton. (I wish I know which one. It's a sample Bonnie sent me years ago. It is so thin and easy to quilt.) -Machine pieced -Hand quilted
Thank you so much for all your nice comments on Little Faithy. It was so much fun to make her that another Faithy will follow soon:-) You can find her pattern in this magazine: Create and Decorate, October 2007.
One little note: I enlarged the pattern 150% instead of 200%. I'm looking forward to see your Little Faithy :-)
In my last post I told you that I was sewing on something else besides my purple quilt. That was Faithy. I have been searching for a primitive prairie doll for a long time. I couldn't find it. I asked Libby, who has a beautiful primitive style of quilting, if she knew where I could buy a pattern or a doll. A few days later she told me that she found a pattern in a magazine and she was so generous enough to send it to me. Thank you so much Libby!
I was so happy; this is the doll I was looking for!!! As soon as Libby's package came I had to start with the creation of Faithy. After I read the poem that goes with the doll I couldn't stop.
The creation of Faithy gave me a lot of surprises. To age the body I had to use instant coffee and the oven!! I have never done this before. So I did exactly what the information on the pattern told me.
You should have seen my son's face when he came home from school and smelling the oven was, asked in surprise: "Mmm, mam, what are you baking???", me: "a doll". Son (disapointed and wondering): a doll ???
After 15 minutes baking my doll turned out very,very, aged!! As if I had picked her up straight from a rubbish dump! No, this aging is too much.
So I started the whole process again with less instant coffee ......
Meanwhile my whole family had come home, and while we had dinner I was still aging a doll. Five persons were looking at me quizically: what's mom doing now??? I was acting as if it is normal to age a parts of a doll in the oven.
This time I was more satisfied. Still a bit too aged, but I learned a lot for next time. I aged everything with instant coffee, the dress, the bonnet and the skirt. When you start aging everything has to be aged :-)
Finally, Little Faithy is born. Here she is !
(...and her perfume is: Yes, instant coffee :-)
The Story of Little Faithy
I was born Faithy Trumbull in Ohio, Excatly where, I still don't know. Sewn from scraps of cloth and thread, I had no face upon my head.
We trudged along in our wagon train As we made our way across the plain. Each day, towards the setting sun, We rode for hours 'til we were done.
Little four-year-old Sissy held me tight, on her lap all day, on her pillow at night. She'd look at me in a funny way, She'd turn to her mother, and she would say:
Momma, my Faithy doesn't have a face Don't worry, Sissy,that's no disgrace. Those with faces are so plain All their expressions are the same When Faithy's mood has a swing Your imagination can paint anything.
When Sissy got old she forgot about me, I sat on her cupboard waiting patiently. If I had eyes I would have cried When they laid me by the new babe's side.
As Betsy grew older she really loved me, We talked of love as we drank our tea. And only to her did I belong, Wherever she went I tagged along.
But I got dirty and I got worn, It'd been a while since I was born. And as Sissy fixed the dress I wore, I heard the words I heard before:
Sissy, my Faithy doesn't have a face Don't worry, Betsy, that's no disgrace. Those with faces are so plain All their expressions are the same When you're with Faithy every day, You can see her face in your own way.
Although Betsy was my best friend, Every good thing must sometime end. So they put me in a trunk to keep, On soft blankets so I could sleep.
How many years I softly slumbered, How many dreams, sweet unencumbered. But somebody finally remembered me, And opended the lid and set me free.
There was Betsey's wrinkled face, And another woman I couldn't place. And a sweet girl of five or four, And I heard those words before:
Momma, that dolly doesn't have a face Don't worry, Carrie, that's no disgrace,
Those with faces are so plain All their expressions are the same She's had many faces on which to boast, You can choose the one that you love most
Lynn's daughter Eve is visiting Holland for two weeks. She is staying with friends of the family in Groningen. Because I have children about the same age as Eve, Lynn and I thought it would be nice for her to spend a few days with us. She went with my son to Amsterdam, we showed her a bit of Haarlem, and we had a very good time with her. Right now she is in Groningen, but she will come back at Easter. It was so nice to have her over.
PS. I hope to show you more of my purple quilt soon. I had a busy week without much sewing, and what I sewed wasn't my purple quilt.