I’ve always loved Anne of Green Gables, so when Penny Rose Fabrics released an entire collection dedicated to P.E.I.’s whimsical redhead, I knew I had to make an Anne quilt. A “quilt of shining colours,” as Anne might call it.
I pawed through the bolts and narrowed it down to my eight favourites: two greens, three blues and three pinks. Most were printed with flowers (my favourite), but one had teacups (another favourite) and another was printed with delicately scripted quotes from the books.
Now, I’m often asked how to figure out how much fabric to buy when you’re making a quilt. Luckily, I’ve developed a system that’s been working well.
People who sew use a term called a “fat quarter,” which refers to a
Since I was making the quilt for our guest room, which has a double bed, I knew I could get by with half a
So if you want an easy formula for making a quilt that fits a double bed, either buy 16 fat quarters or eight half-metres of different fabrics. (If you only want to use four fabrics, just buy one metre of each.)
Once I’d washed and dried the fabric — always important if you’re making something that will be washed and dried in the future — I roughly cut each piece of fabric down the middle, giving me 16 fat quarters …
Fellow 30-somethings, remember the bodysuits of the ’90s with snap crotches?! And if you stretched or arched your back or breathed wrong, you’d pop one of the snaps open? And if they all came unsnapped, your bodysuit would start to hitch upwards until you had weird circle cut-outs peeking above your jeans? Ah, memories.
I had one in dark green crushed velvet that I LOVED, and another that was made from ribbed
(*I, of course, am not. The rule is that if you wore a trend the first time around, you’re too old to wear it when it reappears. Following that logic, I will no longer be allowed to wear jelly shoes, overalls or carpenter-style jeans.)Read More
It started out of desperation, when my son was unexpectedly home sick from school. My husband had to take our dog to a vet appointment, while I was already out at a client meeting that was running late. Through a few frantic texts, we decided we only had one solution that made sense.
Even though I was only a few streets away and was going to be home within 20 minutes or so, it felt strange knowing he was completely by himself. Were we horrible parents for making that decision? Should my husband have dragged him along to the vet?
Were we horrible parents for making that decision? Should my husband have dragged him along to the vet?
I thought I’d be more nervous, wondering anxiously if the kitchen might be bursting into flames spontaneously or a daring robber might be attempting a mid-morning heist. But I was oddly calm.
I finished my meeting, drove home and unlocked the front door to find our son lying on the couch watching TV, exactly as he’d been when my husband left.
Since that uneventful Home Alone experience, we’ve left him on his own quite a few times — mostly when one of us has to zoom down the hill to the farmers market to pick up a pre-ordered meal.
But … there are rules. A lot of them!