Rita and Sugarmuffin57: you just reminded me of what happened last year... good thing I was at the beginning of my quilting journey and did not have a huge stash of fabric... My cat, Luigi, used to bring gifts to the front door, neatly dressed in gift position, very dead, minus the bow... but he stopped doing it as he got older (or perhaps had an unfortunate encounter... don't know). However, one day, I went into my walk-in closet where I store quilt fabrics and could smell cat food. As I pulled a five-yard piece off the shelf, indeed a little dribble of cat food clattered to the floor. As I pulled more fabric off, I suddenly saw, to my total shock, an entire wall of cat food built up behind the shelf behind the fabric stash. A chipmunk was entering the house at night through the hole the TV cable entered the house through. The filling in the hole had been eaten through... he was taking cat food and storing it on the second floor. I do recall, during that time frame, Luigi growling during the night but never thought much of it... After emptying out the closet, washing loads and loads of fabric and patching up the hole with steel wool and then plumber's putty, we were never visited again, to our knowledge...
While I was visiting my mom for her birthday recently, she taught me how to do cathedral windows, both the hand-stitched and the machine-stitched versions. They are much easier to make than I would have guessed. Lynne Edwards has written a very good book on Cathedral Window Quilts and its variations for anyone who is interested. Below is a pillow my mom made for me several years ago.
Lucky me, while I was there, Mom also taught me how to create a "sloper," the basic foundation pattern for my size from which I can create through dart manipulation and other techniques, a variety of clothing designs. This seemed easier to me than trying to alter a commercial pattern, which she also taught me how to do. I've never made a garment myself, but spent many hours in my mom's atelier as a child, hand basting along her chalk mark lines after school rather than being babysat by the nuns in the nearby monastery. It never ceased to amaze me that she could take a client's measurements, and with a measuring tape, put a few chalk marks on a piece of cloth neatly placed on a table and then just cut!!! It is these memories and my desire to learn now that spur me on. However, will there be enough time in the day to do it all?
Cheers, Renata