800 hexagons? Well, no. Read on . . . .
Between the getting ready for the accreditation, surviving the accreditation (we're at 2/3 through at this point), miscellaneous small social events and baseball, precious little serious sewing has been done in the past week or two. Sitting in front of the late-night games, I've done a little hand-quilting on my CW baskets (picture available someday). But I've also had a lot of fun with something entirely different!
My great-niece Abby (the one of my sister's grandchildren I feel closest to) asked me if I'd piece a couple of Grandmother Flower Garden blocks for her. Now, I ask you, how could any self-respecting grandmother, particularly one whose next generation is scheduled to double, decline such a sweet request? Apparently Abby has asked several relatives to make these for her and she plans to put them all together into a quilt for herself. I've never made any of these before, and I've completed the two she requested and will be handing them off to her at Thanksgiving time. I've no idea whether I've done it correctly or not -- I didn't have any instructions, so I just sort of plunged in. After one false start, I believe I've got it right. The picture is lifted from the internet and is what I imagine Abby will end up with. Perhaps I'll have a chance to post the pic of my blocks.
I notice that this is my 802nd post! Which would seem to call for a give-away, wouldn't you think? And guess what! I'm heading out to Lancaster this weekend and surely will have ample opportunity to select precisely the right give-away.
If you'd like a chance to win this mystery gift, leave me a comment and tell me what your favorite Hallowe'en costume from your childhood was. Mine was sometime in the 1950s when not everyone had a television. My father helped me make a television out of a brown cardboard box and I had a Howdy Doody false-face to wear inside. With my plaid shirt. I sure wish I had a picture of it.