Home Away from Home

I love going to Corrie's house.

We live 5 hours apart and that's just TOO far away.

So I shall document for myself a little tour here when

I get sad and lonely for her abode.

While she was busy cutting and packaging, I snuck around the house and took some photos of some of my favorite parts and places.

This HAS to be my most beloved area. It's worth the 12 mile hike up the stairs. When you reach the peak you get to look at this beauty of an antique. Everytime I see it I determine that I will make one of these very soon for my very own.

This is my favorite star.



I've looked into getting the paper pieces here to make it.

Don't we all need one?

Maybe we need a little block exchange.

Work on that for me, would ya??

This hangs on the wall of 'my' room. Shadowman is good enough to give up his room when we visit. Sometimes I just sit and stare at all the little squares.

We bought a lot of the same fabric together years ago. Call me sick and warped, but I can remember where I bought most of it and what I was wearing when I bought it. Can't tell you where my son just told me he was going, but I can recall fabric purchases with perfect clarity.

This was our "quilt in a window" phase. She, of course, completed hers.

I still ponder doing one.

But I have 7 window frames sitting in the garage just waiting for a lovely quilt.

Can you say "Ginormous Irish Chain"?

CD just had to make.

I would have given up 12 times but not Corrie.

She plugged along on this for YEARS.

It's a beauty. I love it.

After I've had my workout of going UP the stairs, I can take a little time to enjoy the view on the way down.

I adore this little Irish Chain.

I've got the pattern written up around here somewhere. It's so simple and stricking. The quilting is vintage and appropriate for an old-fashioned quilt.

And finally, I spend a lot of time under these cute kitchen curtains pondering why I don't live in her neighborhood.

I think she found an odd shaped table runner or tablecloth of somekind and turned them into a valance. She also whipped out the embroidery hanging above.

Well I bought the same kit she did and.....yeah, it's done but it hangs unframed and wrinkled above my sewing machine. Hers.........in the kitchen where it belongs. It is about washing dishes after all. That's my Corrie........she's a finisher.

I'm just along for the ride most of the time.

I just wish the ride wasn't so far away. ~