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The big old maple outside my studio graciously displayed my new batch of Grandma’s Scraps Potholders.  I’m getting to the end of the scraps and in some potholders I made today, I had to add  fabric from my own stash.

But these pink and red potholders are still the vintage scraps from Crik’s Grandma.

They’re all for sale in my Etsy Shop.  They’re $20 each and $5 shipping for one or more. You can buy them here. 

And while you’re in my Etsy Shop, have a look around at my magnets, postcards, and posters.  My shop is full of affirmations, something many of us can use right now.

I had some fun this afternoon grouping together some of my Grandma’s Scraps Potholders that I have for sale in my Etsy Shop.

At different times, I’ve had people suggest that I take my potholder squares and turn them into a quilt.  For some reason, I’m not sure why I’ve never wanted to do that.  But as I look at the potholders I hung together today, I can imagine, at least getting a quilt started by using this process.

Maybe next time….

It’s begun.  I’m officially selling the potholders I’ve been storing up for the Holidays.

I was thinking of starting to sell them after Thanksgiving, but with the Post Office being slower than usual, I figured I might as well start now.

This first batch that I’m posting is my most recent. It’s a combination of Grandma’s Scraps Potholders,  Grandma’s Scraps Plus Potholders, and Fishing Potholders.

I’m sure you all know the story of my Grandma’s Scraps Potholders by now.  They’re made from the scraps of fabric that Crik sent me.  Her grandmother saved them from the 1960s and 70’s so it’s all wonderful vintage fabric.

My Grandma’s Scraps Plus Potholders have some of Grandma’s scraps and some fabric from my stash.  Most of it vintage and some even came from old handmade aprons.

And those small pieces of fabric with the images of the people boating and fishing on them came from Grandma’s scraps too.  The small squares surrounding the images are also from Crik and the rest of the fabric comes from my stash.

My Potholders are $20 + $5 shipping for one or more.  You can see and buy them all in my Etsy Shop.   Just click here. Or you can email me at [email protected],  I take checks and paypal. 

My Potholders make great gifts and stocking stuffers.  With each order, I include one of my postcards.  I can also send the potholders directly to whoever you’re giving them too with a postcard and note of your choice.  And I’ll be happy to hold on to them and send them closer to Christmas too.

My new batch of Grandma’s Scraps Potholder that are for sale in my Etsy Shop are from purple and orange scraps.  And I also have a few that were inspired by the faces (and hair) of some 1960’s women surrounded by flowers, of course.

I’m stashing some of the potholders away from each batch that I make to sell closer to the holidays, but if you see a potholder you like in any of my photos, but you don’t see it in my Etsy Shop, just let me know.  I’ll be happy to sell it before the Holidays.

My Grandma’s Scraps Potholders are $20 each + $5 shipping for one or more.  You can see them all and buy them in my Etsy Shop.  Just click here. 

A wet pile of Grandma’s scraps.  This batch is purple and orange…

I started late only getting to my studio in the afternoon, after working at the Co-op in the morning.

But the work was just right, calming and meditative in its predictable sequence of ironing, sorting, and piecing.

I left one potholder on my worktable unfinished tonight.  I just didn’t know where to go with it. But I know I will in the morning.

I spent the early morning doing paperwork and finished sewing my Blue Grandma’s Scraps Potholders this afternoon.

I’ll save some of them to sell at Christmas and put a few up for sale in my Etsy Shop tomorrow.

I still have lots of scraps left from the bag that Crik sent me.  Reds and pinks, purples and a bunch of patterns I couldn’t decide which color was most dominant.

As I ironed all the brown scraps of fabric from the bag that Crik gave me marked “Scraps from my Grandma“, I wondered if all the work of sorting and washing, ironing and sorting again was worth the time I was spending to prepare them to make into potholders.

My idea was to hold onto some of the potholders I make from this bag of scraps and have them available for people to buy when it comes closer to the holidays.  Last year I found that people wanted more potholders than I could make up to a couple of weeks before Christmas.

This kind of thinking ahead is unusual for me. But it was the bag of scraps that set my plan in motion.  As if their arrival was an affirmation of my idea.

I only had to start sewing the potholders and my doubts left me.

Piecing together all those old odd shapes of fabric was entrancing.  At first I had a hard time throwing the smallest scrap away even if unusable, thinking that it had survived all these years.  And I felt a connection to Crik’s grandma, who, like me, obviously understood the value of those small leftover pieces of fabric.

So I was back at it again today.

This time I dumped the brown scraps in the washing machine and took them to my studio still damp.  One by one I peeled them apart from each other and flattened them one on top of the other getting a feel for the patterns and colors.

And as I created a temporary collage on my work table, I saw in the fabrics the leaf-covered forest floor from my afternoon walk in the woods.

The idea that these scraps are not worth my time comes from a voice inside of me that I don’t choose to nurture.

Next week I want to finish working on the quilt for Liz, my shearer, who will be coming at the end of the month to shear the sheep and bring me two new ewes for my flock.  And I can’t wait to get back to my Shield of Words fabric painting.

But I know how powerful the call of those scraps on my work table are.

Like the piles of firewood that Greg Burch drops outside my studio window all summer long that taunt me into stacking them for the winter, the scraps of fabric will sing like sirens, demanding after all theses years, be made into something both beautiful and useful.

Well I did get a bit obsessed with the pile of scraps that Crik sent me that belonged to her Grandmother. I worked on potholders all and into the night, without taking any time to blog.

Almost all of them have patterns, no solid colors.  At first, I planned on adding some solid colors, but now I think I’ve figured out a way to work with all the patterns.  I’ve used up most of the green scraps and used some of the black ones on the last few potholders.

I think I may be making more tomorrow.  I’m on a roll.  I’ll decide tomorrow what color I choose next.

It’s slow going on my umbrella quilt, but I’m sure to get there eventually.

After getting this far, I got stuck.  So I went with Jon to Jean’s Place to pick up our Thanksgiving dinner for tomorrow and stopped at Bev Consignment shop in town hoping to find some red and hospital green scrubs.

I like working with the solid colors of scrubs.  The fabric is durable and the colors are rich.  I didn’t find what I was looking for but got some black and deep teal instead.  I do like the challenge of working with what I have.  It makes me do things I might otherwise not think of.

And now that I look at it, I think a line of black might be just what the quilt needs.

I hoped to get to it tonight, but I’m having my first Zoom Bellydancing class at 6pm and don’t know if I’ll have time.  If not, I might not get back to it till next week.  I’m planning on taking tomorrow off and on Friday I’m going to be posting about 30 of my Grandma’s Scraps Potholders for sale in my Etsy Shop. 

Maybe the time away from the quilt is just what it and I need.

When I got my iPhone 11, the one thing I really missed was my Moment Lens.  I had a fisheye lens and a macro lens, that I used a lot and got used to having.

The iPhone 11 has a fisheye setting, but it doesn’t take the same photos as the lens can.  There were times when I wanted to take a picture and knew I could get it if I only had my fisheye lens, but couldn’t.  It was the same with the macro lens.

I gave up thinking I’d ever get those photos, but I didn’t give up seeing them in my mind and knowing the picture I was missing.

Then, last week I was telling Jon how much I missed the lenses and he looked online and saw that I could use the same lenses with my iPhone 11.  He ordered me a lens, then I went to the Moment website and saw the special cases that would allow me to attach the lenses.

I had looked for a case and lenses when I first got my iPhone 11 but didn’t see them at that time.

I bought the case and Jon got me the maco lens and I found my old fisheye lens in my desk drawer.

So now I have my lenses back.

This morning I used my fisheye lens to take this photo of the red Grandma’s Scraps Potholders I made yesterday and this afternoon I took my lenses into the woods.

It’s so good to have them back.