Tragic Fabric Tricks Part II

I've never been a fan of the Harry Potter franchise, primarily because I don't care for anything that depicts cruelty toward children as entertainment. Magic in any way shape or form isn't plausible to me. The humor in this franchise seems rather heartless to me, too. Thus the very last kind of fabric I want to use is Harry Potter fabric, so of coure I got a yard of it in my junk shop fabric bag.

All tragic fabric can still be used, even when you don't like it. It works perfectly as foundation fabric for crazy quilt patchwork.

I covered the Harry Potter fabric block with some scrap batting, leaving a wide margin all the way around (this is so I can sew the edges to a backing fabric without having to change to a walking foot on my machine.)

Here I'm using scraps from the baby quilt I'm working on to cover the piece. Always keep your scraps handy and reuse them if you can.

The finished patchwork.

Here's the block with the backing fabric sewn on. You can't see a hint of the Harry Potter fabric, but it still helped me make this. I'll use this as a stitch practice piece, and then I'll probably use it in place of bubble wrap when I send a package to someone.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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