Asilomar...finally!

What a time I had at Empty Spools Seminars! I'm afraid I couldn't decide what class to take this year, so in a fit of something, I took two!

Sally Collins, the master of precision was fantastic. Such a gracious teacher and so many techniques that will help any piecer, even if you don't want to do the tiny stuff.


We started with drafting and making perfect little templates. Then we made a mock up of one arm of the feathered star we wanted to make. With the mirror, we could then see the finished product, which was great incentive to forge ahead.

I always love a challenge, and I also love tiny little things.


So, of course I wanted to know how big the finished 1/2 square triangles were in Sally's block you see above. they finish at 1/4 inch. OK, i'm going to try it.




Here is my mock up. And guess what.. I'm i the middle of moving and i can't find the one I made in class! I know it's here somewhere... But it's smaller than a potholder!

The feathers do finish at 1/4 inch and the center is a fussy-cut octagon,the tips of the feathers are fussy cut, too. I just loved sewing the tiny pieces. It was a great challenge. I'l have to get back in the right zone to finish it. I don't think that will happen til after my move.
Ok..it's 1 Am and I am officially tired. Ta-ta for now

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This is the inspiration for the Nike Swoosh. Just under her right hand and wing is the infamous symbol. This is a piece of stone frieze in Ephesus, Turkey. A lot of work and excavation have happened since I was in high school and here with my family.

Now this is funny. Ancient advertising on the main road. If you look closely, (Click on it to make it larger)you can see a lovely lady in the lower right, a left foot and just up and to the left of the foot, a small heart (in small 'dots") This is telling visitors that up ahead and to the left, one can find a little company should one be in a lonely mood. Reminds me of that old musical "Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Forum".






Nothing like a real Greek salad, Spanikopita, and a Mythos beer while sitting in the middle of the Plaka in Athens. This is my mom. Her mom was born in Greece, and came to California as a young child. We were lucky enough to go back to Greece with Grandma and 2 of her sibs, to the village they came from in 1973. It was a real National Geographic experience, and sometime when I can scan some old pics, would be a great post.





Cool Border, huh? I'd like to try this one. This was very near the tomb of St John near Ephesus.


That's it from Turkey and Greece.

Next up, quilting!