Purple Poodle Postcard

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Lately I’ve been in the mood to create fabric postcards. I forgot to photograph the first one I recently mailed. Here’s is the second: a purple poodle postcard I mailed to Judy.

Here I’ve painted the muslin with fabric paints.

00s Purple Poodle to Judy King (1)

Now it is stitched out.

00s Purple Poodle to Judy King (2)

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This last photo is the reverse side. I cover this up with an index card used for the mailing address and my message. The muslin and Peltex start out as 4.5 x 6.5 inches. After I finish sewing, I cut them down to 4 x 6 inches to match the index card. I zig-zag around the edges, securing some cording and the index card.

00s Purple Poodle to Judy King (3)

I attach a First Class postage stamp to it (it’s thicker than the one-layer postcards so it needs more postage), take it to the USPS, stand in line, and have them hand-cancel it. I put it in a clear plastic mailing envelope (not required, but it keeps the postcard from getting anything on it in transit), hand it over, and they mail it.

Fabric Doors

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I love taking art quilt classes. In my latest class, Fabulous Facades by Gloria Loughman, we started out with the same pattern to learn her appliqué technique. We pinned our doors on the design wall. I like them all.

Later we used her technique to work on our own photos/patterns. I am using a photo/pattern of a fishing cabin. It should be finished about this time next year, but don’t hold your breath. Once I get home from class, I get into my routines and ruts and unfinished projects tend to disappear into the landscape of my sewing room.

This fabric door is mine. It’s approximately 12 x 16 inches.
Tresha's Door

These are all the students’ doors and the instructor’s sample (bottom row, second from left).
All class doors

You Never Listen to Me: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

You Never Listen to Me

While Angie transferred clothes from the washer to the dryer, Charlie was in the other room saying something. She asked him to repeat himself. He got offended.

When Angie vacuumed or fed papers through the shredder, she could hear Charlie’s voice but couldn’t understand him. He pouted when she explained she couldn’t hear him over the machines.

“You never listen to me,” Charlie complained.

He expected her to hover within conversation range while he showered. Saturday night, the sounds of the shower water and his own voice prevented Charlie from hearing the front door close and Angie driving away.

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This week’s photo is by our hard-working Friday Fictioneer host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out Rochelle’s story Lack of Vision.

To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.