Flowers of Luna

Here’s the almost finished version of the book cover. I still have to add two beads, a row of black stitching under Ran’s helmet which I just noticed I forgot to do, and some straight stitching on the flower. Satin stitching it would have been just a little too much. As a cover, of course, it will be taller than wide, but I liked this way for now.

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After the photography is finished, I’ll be turning it into a wallhanging to hang on the author’s wall.

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SBS on the Moon – aka Ran and Hana on the Moon

Saturday, I made some progress, but was so busy I forgot to post it! Here is Hana – of Japanese Heritage. You’re getting the closer view of the ones I took. This is for the cover of Thing #1’s book, Flowers of Luna. There will be a flower later, trust me. Or maybe Ran and Hana are the Flowers. Hmmm.

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The concept is the author’s, the execution is mine; a nice mother-child sharing. I’m mostly pleased with the way it turned out. The kimono is a silk brocade, which meant a bit of fraying with the satin stitching, but it worked out alright. More to come this week.

The other project I’ve been working on, which also wasn’t on my Monday Goals list, is this snowman stitchery. I’m almost finished with the words and have to show it.

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The design was free on the internet, but I’m sorry to say I don’t remember where. I’ve had it quite a while – at least a year. If you recognize it as yours, or know to whom it should be credited, please let me know. I like to give credit, but the download had no identifying information on it. This is one reason I always say a designer should sign the actual pattern.

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Monday Goals

Goals for the week of January 9:

  1. Westering Women for December Finished!
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  3. Work on seams for July Postcard CQ block another missed opportunity
  4. Finish Modern Sampler block, #24 Finished!
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  6. Make one F2F swap block in hot pink/magenta, muted dark green and grey on a white or creme background. for Esther One Finished!
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  8. Add borders to Star Baby. ran out of time, not done

Leader-Enders:

  • Snowball log cabin blocks
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  • Promised Land 4-Patches Not this week

A couple of other projects progressed, and I’ll post about that later today.

Goals for Week of January 16:

  1. One Monthly Goal – setting Uncle Donald’s blocks
  2. Work on seams for July Postcard CQ block
  3. Finish last two 25-patch red blocks
  4. Make second F2F swap block in hot pink/magenta, muted dark green and grey on a white or creme background. for Esther
  5. Make 2 missing Modern Sampler HST blocks.
  6. Add borders to Star Baby.

Leader-Enders:

  • Snowball log cabin blocks
  • Promised Land 4-Patches

Back Burner Projects moved to tab.

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A Mormon Moment: I Have Learned it for Myself

MormonMoments I hope you are all having a wonderful Sabbath day! At my house, it is really a day of rest, a day of worship, a day to contemplate my relationship with my Savior, a day to think about spiritual things. Strangely enough, that’s sort of what I want to tell you about today.

Sooner or later, everyone who is a member of the church, born-in or convert, and everyone who comes in contact with it or studies it has to prayerfully answer the same question. Was Joseph Smith a prophet or a charlatan? No matter how much you read, pro or con, in the end, every person has to come to their own conclusion, through prayer and study and logic and faith. Yes, I did put logic and faith in there together. For me, the question of whether something makes sense or not is a part of faith, a part of coming to know the gospel is true.

Joseph Smith has been an inspiration for some men and women, and he’s been a stumbling block for others. I am inspired by him, by his dedication through trials you and I would wither under, inspired by his faith in God.

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There’s no way I can tell you his story better than he could tell it himself, so I’m going to copy his story here in this post today – making it a long post if I were to do it all in one week. Today, it’s the first part of his history, as he recorded it. You may not know it, but when God changed his life by appearing to him in the woods, he was only fourteen years old. He wrote this more formal recounting later, at a time when he and the church were both being persecuted. Partway down, I starred a paragraph. It’s the kinds of questions we all might ask ourselves at one time or another. I know I did when I was a couple years older than Joseph Smith was when asking them.

Joseph Smith 1:3-20:

smithhome1819I was born in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and five, on the twenty-third day of December, in the town of Sharon, Windsor county, State of Vermont. … My father, Joseph Smith, Sen., left the State of Vermont, and moved to Palmyra, Ontario (now Wayne) county, in the State of New York, when I was in my tenth year, or thereabouts. In about four years after my father’s arrival in Palmyra, he moved with his family into Manchester in the same county of Ontario — His family consisting of eleven souls, namely, my father, Joseph Smith; my mother, Lucy Smith (whose name, previous to her marriage, was Mack, daughter of Solomon Mack); my brothers, Alvin (who died November 19th, 1823, in the 26th year of his age), Hyrum, myself, Samuel Harrison, William, Don Carlos; and my sisters, Sophronia, Catherine, and Lucy.

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Some time in the second year after our removal to Manchester, there was in the place where we lived an unusual excitement on the subject of religion. It commenced with the Methodists, but soon became general among all the sects in that region of country. Indeed, the whole district of country seemed affected by it, and great multitudes united themselves to the different religious parties, which created no small stir and division amongst the people, some crying, “Lo, here!” and others, “Lo, there!” Some were contending for the Methodist faith, some for the Presbyterian, and some for the Baptist.

campmtgFor, notwithstanding the great love which the converts to these different faiths expressed at the time of their conversion, and the great zeal manifested by the respective clergy, who were active in getting up and promoting this extraordinary scene of religious feeling, in order to have everybody converted, as they were pleased to call it, let them join what sect they pleased; yet when the converts began to file off, some to one party and some to another, it was seen that the seemingly good feelings of both the priests and the converts were more pretended than real; for a scene of great confusion and bad feeling ensued—priest contending against priest, and convert against convert; so that all their good feelings one for another, if they ever had any, were entirely lost in a strife of words and a contest about opinions.

I was at this time in my fifteenth year {meaning 14 as we say it today}. My father’s family was proselyted to the Presbyterian faith, and four of them joined that church, namely, my mother, Lucy; my brothers Hyrum and Samuel Harrison; and my sister Sophronia.

Methodist Camp Meeting

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During this time of great excitement my mind was called up to serious reflection and great uneasiness; but though my feelings were deep and often poignant, still I kept myself aloof from all these parties, though I attended their several meetings as often as occasion would permit. In process of time my mind became somewhat partial to the Methodist sect, and I felt some desire to be united with them; but so great were the confusion and strife among the different denominations, that it was impossible for a person young as I was, and so unacquainted with men and things, to come to any certain conclusion who was right and who was wrong.

My mind at times was greatly excited, the cry and tumult were so great and incessant. The Presbyterians were most decided against the Baptists and Methodists, and used all the powers of both reason and sophistry to prove their errors, or, at least, to make the people think they were in error. On the other hand, the Baptists and Methodists in their turn were equally zealous in endeavoring to establish their own tenets and disprove all others.

*In the midst of this war of words and tumult of opinions, I often said to myself: What is to be done? Who of all these parties are right; or, are they all wrong together? If any one of them be right, which is it, and how shall I know it?

jsreadingbibleWhile I was laboring under the extreme difficulties caused by the contests of these parties of religionists, I was one day reading the Epistle of James, first chapter and fifth verse, which reads: If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

Never did any passage of scripture come with more power to the heart of man than this did at this time to mine. It seemed to enter with great force into every feeling of my heart. I reflected on it again and again, knowing that if any person needed wisdom from God, I did; for how to act I did not know, and unless I could get more wisdom than I then had, I would never know; for the teachers of religion of the different sects understood the same passages of scripture so differently as to destroy all confidence in settling the question by an appeal to the Bible.

At length I came to the conclusion that I must either remain in darkness and confusion, or else I must do as James directs, that is, ask of God. I at length came to the determination to “ask of God,” concluding that if he gave wisdom to them that lacked wisdom, and would give liberally, and not upbraid, I might venture.

jsaskingSo, in accordance with this, my determination to ask of God, I retired to the woods to make the attempt. It was on the morning of a beautiful, clear day, early in the spring of eighteen hundred and twenty. It was the first time in my life that I had made such an attempt, for amidst all my anxieties I had never as yet made the attempt to pray vocally.

After I had retired to the place where I had previously designed to go, having looked around me, and finding myself alone, I kneeled down and began to offer up the desires of my heart to God. I had scarcely done so, when immediately I was seized upon by some power which entirely overcame me, and had such an astonishing influence over me as to bind my tongue so that I could not speak. Thick darkness gathered around me, and it seemed to me for a time as if I were doomed to sudden destruction.

But, exerting all my powers to call upon God to deliver me out of the power of this enemy which had seized upon me, and at the very moment when I was ready to sink into despair and abandon myself to destruction—not to an imaginary ruin, but to the power of some actual being from the unseen world, who had such marvelous power as I had never before felt in any being—just at this moment of great alarm, I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.

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It no sooner appeared than I found myself delivered from the enemy which held me bound. When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!

My object in going to inquire of the Lord was to know which of all the sects was right, that I might know which to join. No sooner, therefore, did I get possession of myself, so as to be able to speak, than I asked the Personages who stood above me in the light, which of all the sects was right (for at this time it had never entered into my heart that all were wrong)—and which I should join.

I was answered that I must join none of them, for they were all wrong; and the Personage who addressed me said that all their creeds were an abomination in his sight; that those professors were all corrupt; that: “they draw near to me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me, they teach for doctrines the commandments of men, having a form of godliness, but they deny the power thereof.”

He again forbade me to join with any of them; and many other things did he say unto me, which I cannot write at this time. When I came to myself again, I found myself lying on my back, looking up into heaven. When the light had departed, I had no strength; but soon recovering in some degree, I went home. And as I leaned up to the fireplace, mother inquired what the matter was. I replied, “Never mind, all is well—I am well enough off.” I then said to my mother, “I have learned for myself that Presbyterianism is not true.” It seems as though the adversary was aware, at a very early period of my life, that I was destined to prove a disturber and an annoyer of his kingdom; else why should the powers of darkness combine against me? Why the opposition and persecution that arose against me, almost in my infancy?

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That’s the first vision in a nutshell. I absolutely know that it happened. How can I know when I wasn’t there, when I haven’t seen it for myself? Like young Joseph, I asked my Heavenly Father if this really happened. I asked with a sincere desire to know, with humility, and I received my answer affirming the first vision did take place. That is my abiding testimony of this event.

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Nip Tuck and Oh, Nooooooo!

Cutting one day, sewing HST and trimming about half one day, and today a finish! I’m really happy with this block, and happy it is done. I used scraps from all the colors in other blocks. There was some nipping and tucking, and maybe even a little ripping. This is the last block in the Sampler, but read on.

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Next, of course, when you finish something like a year-long project, is to lay out all the blocks, right? I was going great until I hit #20 Confetti … and then #21 Diamond Twirl. Not in the box with the other blocks. I searched everywhere, then I went online and looked in my blog. No pictures, no posts.

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It seems in my fog of October and November blues, I didn’t do them, and then I didn’t think about them any more. Sigh. So I’m not finished after all. A part of me wants to throw myself across the bed and take a nap, to forget that there are two more blocks, to make a quilt out of 22 blocks! The other part, the more grown up and responsible part, says that next week I’ll do the two I skipped. Fortunately, they don’t have as many pieces as Nip Tuck. Almost, but not quite.

I also finished a complete 25-patch, and part of the second one, as leader-enders; also the pink snowball log cabin block is finished.

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A decent half day. Tomorrow’s project is a machine applique block. It will remind you of Sunbonnet Sue on the Moon, but it isn’t. Stay tuned.

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Westering Women Complete

I made it through the whole year of Westering Women … and almost on time! There’s one block I made for F2F and didn’t remake one for this group, but I’m substituting a Sawtooth Star for it in this quilt.

This Road to California is one of my favorites in the fabrics, now that I changed the 4-patches. What I thought at first would look good looked awful, so I made new ones before I sewed the pieces together.

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Here’s the orange Snowball Log Cabin sewn together:

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And some random beepies, including those 3 wrong 4-patches.

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I also cut out all the pieces for Nip Tuck, also the last block in a year-long block project. I even drew the lines for making 8-at-a-time HSTs. I don’t mind those because they aren’t on the bias after they are cut. Tomorrow will see that one finished!

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Donations on GoFundMe

I can’t read GoFundMe very long. There are so many people who need so much, and are living in such desperate, but hopeful, situations. If I were a millionaire, I wouldn’t be for long! There are two things, though, which I’m continuing to donate toward.

One I’ve already mentioned once before, Pam Kellogg and her husband, Scott. It’s so hard to have huge medical bills wiping out everything you have, and then to need more for another major medical issue. That’s where Pam and Scott are, after his fall cancer diagnosis.

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Pam posts regular updates on her blog and on Scott’s GoFundMe page. Here’s part of the most recent:

Round 4 of the chemo was cancelled. The cancer responded really well to the 3 rounds so now, he moves on to the radiation and a different type of chemo which we’re told, isn’t so horrible on the body!

They are at the half-way point of the treatment, but not even close to the half-way point of the financial needs. Donations are still trickling in, but this is a reminder in case you meant to donate and forgot, or you did donate and could again. If you can’t, that’s understandable, but please include Scott’s healing in your daily prayers.

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Recently, I became aware of another situation which is heart-rending. It’s about a little boy who has been terribly abused by his mother. His father and both grandmothers have reported the abuse, taken pictures of the bruises, even an ex-boyfriend has reported it. The state is not removing him from the home. At the moment, he is staying with the mother’s mother, but the state is trying to put him back with his mother.

$5000 in legal fees are need for the father to hire a lawyer and make a change. In 18 days, only $120 has been raised. Read about the boy, look at the pictures and prepare yourself with a tissue or two. It is heart-breaking that any child should have to live this way. Custody for Abused Son. Then, if you can, donate. If you can’t, please pray for this little boy. It sounds to me like his life is in danger. Maybe other people’s lives as well.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. The Lord will bless you for helping. He will bless you for wanting to help, even if you can’t. He will answer your prayers.

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