My dear Internet and real life friend Tessa (you may know
her as The Sewing Chick), tagged me in the around the world blog hop. Tessa is
the best. Three things about Tessa before I start: (1) She has the BEST sense
of style, this lady can combine some fabrics to make it her own. (2) She is an
immaculate and precise seamstress (sewer? sewist?). You know she knows what she
is doing and if you need help with something, she knows how to do it and
probably has some tricks. She taught me the best way to put on binding.
Seriously the best. (3) She is hilarious and adorable. I am proud to call her
my friend.
So as I understand it, I am supposed to answer some
questions about myself and give you some insight into my soul or something like
that.
Let’s start with the basic stats. I am 29 years old. I live
in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I have been married to my best friend for a
little over 4 years and we have been together for over 10 years. He is a fabric
purchase enabler, a photo shoot assistant, quilt namer, great cook, plays
hockey, historian, and super hero (at least to me).
I grew up in Portland, Oregon, lived in Denver for six
years. I love the east coast, but I secretly miss the mountains, gray skies,
and skiing in Oregon.
For my day job, I am an archaeologist. It is not glamorous
and I do not have a whip or fedora. I do travel a ton and sometimes I bring a
sewing machine. My specialty in my field is really obscure and techy.
I learned to sew when I was super little. My best friend’s
mom made all of her outerwear and I was so jealous. I distinctly remember a
raincoat with a cat patch on it that was handed down to me that I wore OUT.
Fortunate for me, Susan was happy to teach, although I was not a patient
student. I also joined sewing 4-H in middle school, where a very patient woman
taught me and one other girl basically everything I know today. Sometimes I
wonder how she is doing and if her little daughter grew up to love sewing with
the passion she instilled in me.
I basically forgot about all sewing until graduate school
when my friend was trying to make something with her new sewing machine and I
surprised everyone (myself included) by jumping in and showing her how do
everything (she did not know how to sew). Apparently, I did not forget
anything.
I got a sewing machine from my parents for Christmas after I
graduated. I made my first quilt while Derek was in Germany doing dissertation
research. I started my second quilt almost immediately and I have not stopped quilting since.
What is my style?
I don’t know. I like color and pattern. I make quilts with
patterns and without. I often start a quilt without doing any math and remain
unconcerned with the results until the end. I rarely buy fabric for a project,
but instead I spend way too much time cultivating my stash. I love traditional
patterns and, I guess, I tend to approach them from a “modern” slant.
Sometimes, I just get an idea and go for it. At the end of the day we are all
quilters and I try not to take myself too seriously. My dream project is to
make a quilt with a giant cat on it, made out of cat fabrics I have collected
over the years. I am putting that out here because I trust you, my friends, to
not steal that idea.
What are you working on now?
I just finished an epic binding marathon, so I should have
some new things to share here soon. As far as actually working on, I have two
quilts all basted and ready to quilt (soon, very soon). I have my paint chip
quilt that I am quilting. Otherwise, most of
my other projects exist in only my head right now.
What is my favorite project?
Hands down my clamshell. I pretty much always love my latest
finish the most of anything, but finishing my Pink Chowder quilt taught me I
can do anything. I cut, pieced and quilted that. So bring it on. I also made that quilt with some of my dearest
friends, they gave me fabric to use as clams, they encouraged me. They
complimented me and teased me. They brought me starburst and onion dip and diet
coke and wine. Friends are the best aren’t they?
I am not going to tag anyone here. Not because I don’t love
you, but this hop has been going on for a bit and I don’t want to call out
those who have already been called upon. This post is also over a week late.
Woops! If you want to play, by all means! Link your post below; I want to know
what you think. I promise.
I am
sorry if this is a little stream of consciousness and a bit long. I am writing it in a hotel room, I am on a work trip this week. I have barely recovered from my trip to my grandmother’s house and I had a conference all last week. I had a great time visiting with family and colleagues, but I am bone tired from what feels like constantly talking for a week.
xoxo,
Sarah