I just love the bordering bird fabric.
These fabrics are from the In The Beginning Collection
This is what happens when you buy a bundle of the prettiest soothing fabrics and just have to put something together. Ahhhhhh.
Do you remember my little Heather Ross Free Spirit Mermaid Fabric? I have sparingly used some of it to create this adorable baby quilt. Then I quilted it with loops and swirls. It is great.
This Jettson-like Baby Quilt is kind of hard to explain. The fabric was $2. Does that make sense to you? Either you get it or you don't.
First, I am posting pictures of some of the projects that I am working on currently. Second, this is off label, but I had to write a background letter of introduction for a class I am taking. I thought it was somewhat humorous; I am posting it here, so you can see how strange I am. Just in case you thought I might be a normal person.
The year of 1978 impacted me in many different ways. At the time, I would have never guessed that the new strange movie series of Star Wars was something that thirty some years later would still be filling my home with the dreadful “…dum dum dum, da-de-dum da-de-dum” music as my own children play and re-play the popular movies. Somehow I would have guessed then that it would have been the Cassidy Brothers singing "Da Doo Run Run", but I guess I must have thrown away that beautiful flowing haired scholastic poster of Shawn Cassidy.
Jim Jones proved to be a very motivational leader in the very sad mass suicide of his followers that year—I personally vowed that year to never again drink kool-aid which my sister made (just in case). But the most motivational leader in my life that year was the leather-patched, brown leisure suited Mr. Patridge of my fifth grade classroom. Mr. Patridge inspired me with a life-long mission to teach kids. He had a real knack for reaching out to kids and finding them where they were and then helping them move forward. I learned to read in the fifth grade. I must have read my library favorite “Mio My Son” two or three times, although the library card would look like it had been many more times, since it was my name scrawled on it again and again (except when that awful Kelly Johnson would request it from the librarian just to get me riled up). Next week, when it was my turn again I would neatly darken my name repeatedly on the lines and leave Kelly Johnson’s name insignificantly light. That thick side-burned Mr. Patridge changed the course of my life that year. He instilled in me the vision of what a great teacher could be, and created in me an unending desire to be just like him—minus the short fat tie.
Fast forward quite a few years, I followed my heart and graduated from college prepared to teach and immediately went to work in a fifth grade class in California. A new taller, darker, and more handsome love in my life lead me through wedding bells to Idaho State University where I returned to school. First comes love, second comes marriage, and third comes…well...a series of 4 babies in baby carriages over the course of the next 10 years. My education served me and my family at home for the following years as I taught and nurtured our family from home until they were each in school.
My teaching experience has been rather sporadic since then with several part time and full time gigs primarily in the reading area as well as substitute teaching. I now work full time at an online and catalog gift shop for Fly Fishermen. Yes, “Unique Gifts for Unique People”—a slightly unusual turn in my career, but technically challenging. My job now requires a much higher development of technical training in web design and e-commerce than I have, so I am constantly in a different type of classroom, just to keep things going smoothly for all those great Fly Fishermen that fill my days now.
I currently have an Oregon Teaching license which I keep current, in hopes of someday returning to the traditional classroom when the time is right. And hopefully, when that day comes, I will be able to find that glossy wind-blown Shawn Cassidy poster to hang proudly in my classroom in honor of Mr. Patridge and all that the year of 1978 stood for to me.
Jim Jones proved to be a very motivational leader in the very sad mass suicide of his followers that year—I personally vowed that year to never again drink kool-aid which my sister made (just in case). But the most motivational leader in my life that year was the leather-patched, brown leisure suited Mr. Patridge of my fifth grade classroom. Mr. Patridge inspired me with a life-long mission to teach kids. He had a real knack for reaching out to kids and finding them where they were and then helping them move forward. I learned to read in the fifth grade. I must have read my library favorite “Mio My Son” two or three times, although the library card would look like it had been many more times, since it was my name scrawled on it again and again (except when that awful Kelly Johnson would request it from the librarian just to get me riled up). Next week, when it was my turn again I would neatly darken my name repeatedly on the lines and leave Kelly Johnson’s name insignificantly light. That thick side-burned Mr. Patridge changed the course of my life that year. He instilled in me the vision of what a great teacher could be, and created in me an unending desire to be just like him—minus the short fat tie.
Fast forward quite a few years, I followed my heart and graduated from college prepared to teach and immediately went to work in a fifth grade class in California. A new taller, darker, and more handsome love in my life lead me through wedding bells to Idaho State University where I returned to school. First comes love, second comes marriage, and third comes…well...a series of 4 babies in baby carriages over the course of the next 10 years. My education served me and my family at home for the following years as I taught and nurtured our family from home until they were each in school.
My teaching experience has been rather sporadic since then with several part time and full time gigs primarily in the reading area as well as substitute teaching. I now work full time at an online and catalog gift shop for Fly Fishermen. Yes, “Unique Gifts for Unique People”—a slightly unusual turn in my career, but technically challenging. My job now requires a much higher development of technical training in web design and e-commerce than I have, so I am constantly in a different type of classroom, just to keep things going smoothly for all those great Fly Fishermen that fill my days now.
I currently have an Oregon Teaching license which I keep current, in hopes of someday returning to the traditional classroom when the time is right. And hopefully, when that day comes, I will be able to find that glossy wind-blown Shawn Cassidy poster to hang proudly in my classroom in honor of Mr. Patridge and all that the year of 1978 stood for to me.
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