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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Cajun Corner – Vol. 6, No. 10 – April 19, 2014


 
 
Cajun Corner – Vol. 6, No. 10 – April 19, 2014

 

Bon Jour!  Welcome to Cajun Stitchery’s weekly email and welcome to our family.

 

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Spring comes and goes this year.  A friend and life long resident of Pensacola once told me that we have one last cold spell in mid-March and then it is spring.  Usually that is true but this year little frosty days have popped up in April.  And the rain!  It seems we’ve had quite a bit of rain this year.  No problems here.  Our garden is very happy.

We had a week or so of company.  It was so nice to be able to have out-of-town guests and let them stay at the studio.  The bed over there is apparently quite comfortable.  It is too low for my tastes and George promises to make a platform for the bed someday.

It may be the full moon this past week but my printer died and we had to buy a new one.  Then our microwave died and we had to buy a new one.  Now it looks like our Mr. Coffee may be dead.  Goodness gracious!  Things need to last longer.

In spite of all of our activity this month, a lot of embroidery was done, as well.  I finally finished a non-rush project of a name on a huge Christmas stocking.  I kept putting the project off because the customer didn’t need it until Christmas.  George finally said that if I keep putting it off Christmas will arrive and then it will be a rush job.  So, I did it and it turned out beautiful.

In my endless pursuit of trying to use all of my scrap fabric, I made a cute “Happy Easter” banner that turned out very nice.  It is now hanging in our showroom. 

Handkerchiefs are the highlight of our Etsy store.  One lady contacted me on Etsy to find out what kind of fabric I had available for handkerchiefs.  After sending her pictures of a lot of fabric she decided that she wanted four handkerchiefs made.  Two of the handkerchiefs were to be made from our black and white pin striped fabric and the other two from our 100% cotton white fabric.  One of the black and white pinstriped hankies was to have an artists palette and the word Dew in script.  The other pinstriped hanky was only to have the word Dewest on it in script.  The hanky with the palette was edged with white thread.  Dewest was edged in red thread.  The other two were on white cotton and edged in pastel colors.   The white and pastel edged hankies were no big deal and they were done using a light tear away stabilizer.  The hanky with the red edge was a bit more complex.  You see, the tear away stabilizer is white and once you tear it away little specks of white can show around the edge.  It does not show on white or light colors but for a dark color like red it poses a problem.  Instead of the tear away for the red edged handkerchief, I used Vilene.  Vilene is a wash away stabilizer.  Basically it is a sheet of starch.  After making the hanky with the red edge I soaked it in cold water.  It turned out beautiful.  The handkerchiefs were mailed to the customer who, upon receipt, replied that three of the hankies are beautiful but the one with the red edge is discolored and hard.  I knew it was the starch so I told her that before she had to send it back and I make another, for her to soak the hanky in cold water.  She did soak it overnight and replied the next day that it is as soft as the other hankies.  She just couldn’t believe it was starch because the fabric wasn’t hard, just the edge.  Ah, another satisfied customer.

A baby shower was approaching and I needed a baby shower gift.  I’ve made baby booties before and have some adorable patterns.  So, I made a pair of baby booties.  They turned out okay, I guess.  They really are not that hard to make.  The problem is all of the little, tiny pieces.  Finally, I got the idea of scanning the pattern pieces into the computer and digitizing them.  OMG!  It worked.  I was able to do a running stitch for the seam and outline, including the little important divots.  Then I turned on my boring needle and the machine cut out the pattern pieces perfectly.  Sweet!  The booties still had to be assembled and sewn on the sewing machine but with perfectly cut pattern pieces it helped so much with the sewing.  Better than that, I was then able to embroider on the pattern pieces before cutting them out.  Yes, anyplace on the pattern can be embroidered, including the soles. They did turn out so cute.  The time involved in making the booties is rather extensive.  It still takes me 2-3 hours to make a pair of booties.  This is much better than the first pair that took me the better part of the day to make.  One problem still remains.  The very last thing to do in making the booties is sewing the front, toe area.  Mine rarely are curved properly.  For my baby shower gift, I made a pair of booties with a matching bib and bonnet.  The bib is also done on the embroidery machine.  The bonnet is easy to make but other than the embroidery, could not be done on the embroidery machine.  Of course, the baby bibs are for sale on Etsy and for custom orders.  The booties are not; simply because I would have to charge $40-$60 per pair, which is ridiculous for a pair of booties.

A friend/customer contacted me about wedding coasters.  Her son is getting married and she wanted a special coaster to go under candles that will be placed on each table at the reception.  In addition, she wanted something that her son and daughter-in-law could keep and use.  We ended up making 5” wide coasters in the shape of a sea shell with the names embroidered on the edge.  Using one of the special features in our digitizing program we were able to embroider the last name as a loose fill stitch on the entire area of the shell.  All 24 coasters turned out lovely and the customer was happy.

Another customer, a real New Orleans Saints fanatic, found a pair of scrub pants in the gold color of the Saints.  She asked that I design something that said New Orleans Saints and included some fleur de lis.  Our end design was “New Orleans” down one side of the pant leg. “Saints” down the side of the other pant leg.  Fleur de lis across the bottom of each pant leg.

Recently we obtained some new embroidery designs.  One of the designs is the Pledge of Allegiance.  It is very pretty.  I’ve heard that schools no longer have the children recite the Pledge of Allegiance each morning.  That is a shame.  What about having the Pledge of Allegiance embroidered on patriotic tee shirts?  Last year George and I purchased identical tee shirts.  They are white with red and blue stripes on the sleeves.  I stitched out the design and it stitched out just fine.  We are now going to stitch it out on our tee shirts to wear for Memorial Day, 4th of July, and other patriotic days.  I’m doing mine on the front but George wants his on the back.  At least the kids can see the words and we will make a statement, too.

You know when my embroidery tech comes by she gets me up to date on all of the latest embroidery techniques and things.  This visit was all about Thread Velvet.  Thread Velvet is a technique which I think is registered to Viking or Pfaff.  The method is to sew a satin stitch in one color with a bean stitch around the edges.  Then embroider another satin stitch on top of the first but slightly larger; and, bean stitch around.  You can have as many layers as you like.  Once finished, slit the middle of the satin stitches and fluff them.  If you use a darker color on the bottom and a lighter color on the top (or vice versa) it gives an illusion of a little strip of velvet and is beautiful.  It is hard to describe but I am definitely going to have to play with this technique.  Everything that I’ve read says it can be laundered but launder gently.  Of course, the more layers the thicker and richer it looks.

HAVE A GREAT WEEK
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Thank you, Sandy, for all of the jokes:

One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie.

'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.'  

So he tied her up and went golfing.

 

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A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house.

She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, 'Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!'

The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?'

'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out.'

 

 

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Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband.

 

 

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A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license.

First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test.

The optician showed him a card with the letters  

 

'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'  

'Can you read this?' the optician asked.

'Read it?' the Polish guy replied, 'I know the guy.'

 

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Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.'  

'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay.'  

 

 

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A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.

Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.

'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh, my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh, my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'

The wife stared at him.

'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'

The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'  

 

 

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Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army.

On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb.

That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair.

On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush.

That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth.

On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap.

The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.

 

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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Cajun Corner - Vol. 5, No. 16

 
 
 
 

Cajun Corner – Vol. 5, No. 16 – April 28, 2013

Bon Jour!  Welcome to Cajun Stitchery’s weekly email and welcome to our family.

 

ΘΘΘΘΘ

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Boxes, boxes, and more boxes of Mama’s kitchen stuff.  It turned out that the thermometer posted last week is a commercial refrigeration thermometer.  Why would Mama have that?  Well, there are many do dads that we have discovered.  George says there are enough eating utensils to feed our entire neighborhood and then some.  Bless his heart, he has unpacked more boxes and washed more dishes this week than you can imagine.  We do, however, think we have finished with the kitchen boxes.  Although there are some things that I remember that are not there. 

We were able to give Mama’s microwave to a young, struggling couple.  The girl said she had been without a microwave for several months.  That would be terrible.  It’s the only thing in the kitchen that I feel I have a handle on operating.  How can a young couple live without a microwave?  Nevertheless, the young lady was so grateful and we were happy to give the microwave to her.

The garden is looking pretty nice right now.  George spent time today planting seeds.  We have more flowers than usual around the garden area this year.  We have nasturtiums, Johnny Jump Ups, pansies, mums, daisies, roses, and snapdragons.  Our blueberry bushes have more blueberries on them than I’ve seen before.   The Satsumas and lemon trees had flowers but there is only one tiny lemon on them now.  Our tomato plant from last year is still producing tomatoes.  So are our bell pepper plants.  We have carrots, sweet peas, horseradish, and lots of herbs.

This week I’ve been picking blackberries around the yard.  I have to get them before the birds and squirrels do.  Blackberries are very special to me.  Aside from the fact that I love blackberries and do know how to make a cobbler, they always bring back memories of my childhood in Georgia. 

Each summer Mama would take Nancy and me to spend the summer with my Grandmother Poor in Woodstock, Georgia.  At the time Woodstock was a very tiny town.  We would drive in from Marietta.  The 2 lane highway would turn into Main Street in Woodstock.  We would turn left onto Elm Street.  The chicken hatchery was on the corner.  There was a sign at the city limits of Woodstock that read “Woodstock, Home of the World’s Largest Chicken Hatchery.”  Grandmother Poor lived at the end of Elm Street which wasn’t even a mile long.  As we drove down the little paved street, we would encounter the big elm tree in the middle of the road and veer around it to Grandmother Poor’s house.  Across from the elm the landscape slanted into a small green valley with a creek running the length of it; then it turned up on the other side to Mills Street.  Directly across the front of Grandmother Poor’s home the valley was full of blackberry bushes. There are absolutely no bad memories of that house.  As we drove in front of her house the street curved to the left.  On the right was her flower garden.  At the flower garden there was a fork in the road.  We would go straight and park on the gravel parking area.  If we went right at the fork, it would take us just beyond the flower garden to the huge coal pile that was storage for the coal company.  The drive down Elm Street was always full of excitement.  Nancy and I could hardly contain ourselves to see our grandmother and begin the summer’s adventures.

Each year Grandmother Poor would give us each a bucket and send us into the blackberry bushes.  The bushes were much taller than we were.  There were rows and rows of blackberry bushes and just wide enough on each row for one child.  More than one child and someone got pricked by the sharp stickers on the bushes.   We would spend most of the day in the blackberry bushes picking and eating blackberries.  By the time we would finally go back to the house, we were scraped from head to toe by the bushes and covered in blackberry juice.  We always made a point of filling our buckets with blackberries because Grandmother Poor would make cobbler.  Grandmother Poor’s blackberry cobbler was out of this world delicious, but when you are a little girl and know that you picked those berries, well, yum yum the cobbler was very special.

There are numerous Woodstock stories.  We were related to almost everyone in town.  We were also a novelty.  The closest Catholic Church to Woodstock was in Marietta.  Each summer the little Catholic girls had to go to Summer Bible School.  We were allowed to choose which church’s Summer Bible School we wanted to attend.  My grandmother was Methodist.  My father and grandfather had been Baptist.  My great grandmother had been Presbyterian.  All of the churches wanted us.  Nancy and I would visit each church and inquire about the treats being served.  The Baptist church always won us over with chocolate.  Those Baptist people sure knew how to cook.

Have a wonderful week.


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