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I have a few more minutes to write another blog entry, and I thought I'd share a little of the handsewing book I'm currently working on - which seams to take the dragons portion of my time. The printer has it slated for a March print date, so we are hoping to have them in stock by April. This book has been a long time in the making - nearing 3 years!
It started from a simple little idea (like my hope chest book did) of sharing with others the fun and enjoyment found in handsewing. I started a local handsewing class for homeschooled girls and created the ten lessons in the book by teaching them to my students.
We all had such fun! Most of the girls had never held a needle before, so it was a challenge for me to find a way to begin - and to advance. It had to be enough to keep their attention while teaching them basics at the same time. Several of the mothers also joined the class and learned to sew sitting next to their daughters.
The first lesson consisted of 12 basic handsewing stitches every lady should know. Then we progressed to lesson two where we learned 17 basic embroidery stitches. Then we learned gingham embroidery, basic crochet, basic quilting and onward through to lesson ten.
Each lesson taught on the foundation of the previous lesson, and each lesson had a sweet project to complete - either for use now in the home, or to be stored in the hope chest for later use.
So now the book is nearly finished. The editor is going through it page by page. The illustrator is creating a beautiful cover illustration, and the printer is waiting for the final draft. The book will be a hardcover edition, 8.5 x 11inches.
As part of the final formatting, I have been searching through over a hundred old sewing magazines dating back to the 1800's. I found one sweet little poem that I plan to put into the book, but thought I'd share on my blog as well.
OLD FASHIONED THINGS by Martha N Carter
Old fashioned things, I love them still; A flower-pot on a window sill; A slant of sunshine on the floor, And morning glories round the door.
Soft curtains swaying in the air; A slumbrous sleepy-hollow chair (rocking chair); A braided rug, a cat asleep, A shaded porch where roses creep.
Night's soundless silence, rifted through With vapory scent of new turned soil; The homely tiredness of toil.
A nook, at eve, where Someone sits And idlly reads, or talks, or knits; A neighbor's hand; the world's good-will; Old fashioned things - I love them still.
The illustration that goes with this poem is so sweet too. An open window with the breeze blowing the curtains out, a little potted plant on the windowsill. A rocking chair and a braided rug with a sleeping cat on it. Very sweet :)
Well, I have some sewing to do. Then I'll pick up my 13 year old daughter from her college class (she's enrolled in two now, the college orchestra and also Piano 3). Then it's off to bed for tonight! |
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