One Christmas, when all the other gifts were made, wrapped and packed and sent, I decided to watch a few Christmas movies instead of cleaning up the mess that comes from creating. Well, I can never sit and watch TV -- I feel less guilty if I'm doing some kind of handwork. So I just played around with some scraps of fabric and that's how Clementine was born.
I sent her to a friend that was all alone for Christmas -- just a little something to make her smile. And then I made another one. And another one. 13 in all that first year. And while I created each one, they morphed into what is now this pattern.
What I loved about making this reindeer, is that while I was doing the stitching, I thought about my friend who was going to get that particular reindeer. Somehow the love seems to get sewn in to the reindeer.
From the tip of her antlers to the tip of her toes, this little doll is just 10" tall. I call her a "take - along" project because everything you need to make her can fit inside a sandwich bag, except for the polyester fiberfill. That means, she'll fit inside your purse, tote or glove box so you can work on her during your lunch break, while waiting at the doctor's office or at the soccer field. You don't need a sewing machine either. I have stitched many of these by hand. A sewing machine will be a little faster perhaps, but you can't take your sewing machine to work ... unless your are real lucky.
I learned to sew when I was 12. The Hungarian lady across the street taught me. She would always say, "If that is good enough for you, it is good enough for me." Well, you know what THAT means. ...
I learned to sew when I was 12. The Hungarian lady across the street taught me. She would always say, "If that is good enough for you, it is good enough for me." Well, you know what THAT means.
I discovered quilting around 1968 when I fell in love with an old raggedy quilt that was tossed on a moldy bed in the basement of my best friend's country house. It was made by her gran during the depression in one of the classic butterfly applique patterns. I've never looked back. And I blame that quilt for getting me addicted to the colors and fabrics that came out of Depression.
Years later I tried to find out what had happened to that quilt. My girl friend had used it as a drop cloth when she painted her apartment. Yeah.