Mini Seashell Banner

Last week I shared my finished seashell banner , and today I have another, smaller version.  This mini seashell banner was a gift for my mom.  She loves that stretch of beach as much, or more than, any of us.  I decided to see how a much smaller collection of shells might look on a tiny linen banner, and I like it.

I selected shells with more variety for hers, including some rich browns and dark blues.  The long skinny one at the top is my favorite.  I loved finding that shell with it’s tiny hole.  Yet my favorite part of this project was sharing pieces of the beach with my mom.  I’ve felt this compelling wish to somehow preserve all of it, the memories, the treasures, the feelings.  And then to share it with my extended family so we can’t forget.  I guess that’s one reason why my favorite word is “remember.”

Making this mini seashell banner also made me want to make one for each of my kids, but several of them have started their own collection of shells with holes.  Maybe I should give them a blank banner for their own arrangement?  I suppose it would be a great craft for kids to make!  Maybe I’ll plan an afternoon activity for making mini seashell banners.  I’ve also wondered what a teeny tiny version of this might look like.  Or perhaps I should think of an entirely new thing to do with my remaining shells with holes.

As I’ve mentioned before, I love the yummy combination of the shells and the linen.  The soft, cool fabric is a perfect backdrop for these little treasures.  It makes me think I should use more linen in my quilts, too.

Anyway, this cute little mini seashell banner has got me smiling.  Summer is flying by, and I’m determined to gather more treasures in the form of memories before it’s over.  I hope you’re doing the same!

A Prayer For My Country – Finished Quilt

I can hardly believe that tomorrow is the first day of July.  The year is half over, but feels like it just began.  In anticipation of the 4th of July weekend, I’m here today with photos of A Prayer for my Country, a finished quilt.  I love this piece.  It will have a permanent place in my home.


It all began
with scraps, castoffs from other projects, and then it grew into something more as I grappled with all the opposite feelings I feel about the state of my country.  So much has happened since, and while some concerns have changed shape, it’s interesting that many have not.  In other words, I’m still praying.

In the middle of the quilt is a very abstract, broken flag.

Melissa
custom quilted this one for me, and one of my favorite parts is the tiny star in the blue square below.  So perfect.

That broken flag is surrounded by a more recognizable flag, all made from scraps as well.  This means several different shades of white, and a  few prints found their way in.  I love the wavy quilting in the white stripes, too.

I foundation paper pieced all the stars, and these photos tempt me to start a quilt of just stars.  That thought means I don’t accurately remember how much time it takes to pull off all the little paper pieces afterwards.  (It takes forever!  It’s my least favorite part of paper piecing!)  Still, they’re pretty.  I opted for a binding with two different blues, one to reference each version of the flag, a little red, and a red/white stripe in opposite corners.  I really enjoyed stitching the binding on.

And now for the back!  I added a red stripe at the bottom because the blue floral piece wasn’t large enough on it’s own.  Thankfully, I pieced together enough scraps to add the hanging sleeve.

There’s something special about this floral, though.  Can you see it?

It’s very faded, but this piece is an original feed sack.  It’s stamped “Gooch Feed Mill Company, Lincoln Nebraska”  I did a little research , and sure enough, it was established by Herbert Elmer Gooch in 1908. It feels appropriate for this quilt, a bit of history mixed in with everything else.

Like my seashell banner , A Prayer for my Country is about the broken and beautiful nation I call home.  It’s about our undoing and our making.  I made this quilt with a heart full of sadness and hope.  I believe in a better future as we work together to improve.  We have a marvelous opportunity sitting in our laps, and I hope we use it well.

It needs a label, and I’m working on that.  Still, I finished it, and it’s up in time to celebrate.

A Lesson in Holes: My Finished Seashell Banner

A few years ago I began sewing my seashells with holes in them to this linen seashell banner .  I’ve written here and here about how I love these simple, ordinary shells.  Especially shells with holes.  After years of adding one here and there, my banner is covered in beautiful shells found on the beach.  Each one of them came from the same 1.5 mile stretch of beach where we spend time every summer, collected over years.  So here it is, my finished seashell banner.


The holes were there when I found them.  Actually, the holes represent their undoing.  The telltale hole is evidence of a drilling predator, which drilled the hole and ate the soft flesh inside, leaving the shell empty.  At some point, it washed ashore.  Unconsiously, my eyes now spot shells with holes faster than anything else on the beach.  That hole was the end of the story; but it’s the hole that makes it useful to me.


I think life is like that.  A hard thing comes along, drills into us, eats us up inside.  It leaves a mark, a hole, evidence that we’re flawed.  But the very thing that appears to be our undoing, can also be our making!  I look at these ordinary, flawed objects, and I see beauty, survival, grit.  Did you know that the older the shell is, the more white it becomes?  I look at these shells and see me, my journey as a mother.  I see my undoing and my making.

So I’ve slowly filled all the space with rows of shells, organized by size, color, type.  Each one so unique.  Look closely and you’ll never find a duplicate.  These shells I’ve collected for years are now hanging on my wall next to my study desk.  They remind me daily that my holes actually make me more useful, more relatable, more compassionate.  They are part of me and it’s ok to have been changed by them.  In fact, they’ve made me better, even if I look more flawed.  I treasure my finished seashell banner, full of memories and hope.

So many walks along the beach represented here, plus a reminder of my worth.  This was a rewarding project.  I wonder what I’ll do next with my shells…. time to start brainstorming!

Jennifer

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