Of warm summer days that smell like freshly cut grass.
Lawn: Mommy and Daddy’s front yard many years ago. Daddy carrying me and playing maze tag.
Of warm summer days that smell like freshly cut grass.
Lawn: Mommy and Daddy’s front yard many years ago. Daddy carrying me and playing maze tag.
Of walls full of books and of softened linen.
Linen: Fabrics-store.com
Pattern: Chamomile Crop + Dress
Library: Mommy’s extensive book collection and Daddy’s skilled and loving carpentry. They make a good team.
It’s hard to beat the color orange.
Enjoying the warmth coming through my window. Sewing a Juniper Quilted Jacket with this yummy Robert Kaufman quilting cotton.
For this jacket, I just marked two stitch lines with chalk and eyeballed the rest to have some variation in the stitching.
The lines turned out endearingly wavy.
After popping it in the wash… yummy yummy.
I used the quilted jacket in this short video about escaping from the world, if you care to watch.
To get the Juniper Quilted Jacket pattern, you can grab it here.
For tips on sewing quilted jackets, check out this post.
For more photos of sewing quilted jackets, check out this post.
My bicycle, Daisy, and I went on a long bike ride together a few years ago. We rode down the Mississippi and across the hot plains of Texas. Here are some photos of the day we arrived at the Gulf. It was a nice feeling to make it that far.
To save weight on the road, I wore the same clothes everyday and washed them at night — yellow Baggies, a blue cotton tee (note to aspiring touring cyclists, maybe don’t go the cotton tee route. It was not my smartest move), and a pair of Teva sandals.
Daisy also carried my tent, sleeping bag, sweater, rain jacket, extra shirt, pants, and shorts for rest days, repair kit and tools, and of course, snacks.
This summer, I bought a big stack of fun colored nylon taslan and started making a shorts pattern for new adventures inspired by those shorts.
Follow along for a day on the lake with my paddleboard to see how the pattern is looking so far.
I’m jealous of those people who have nice husbands who take beautiful photos. Until I find one, I’ll just precariously perch my camera on the flotation device, ready to plop into the depths at any moment…. I signed up for Tinder last week, so, you know, there’s always hope.