This is the quilt I’m currently working on. It’s called a “New York Beauty,” and I’ve really enjoyed it. The technique is called paper piecing; I’ve used it before and love the process. This particular quilt pattern came originally from Karen Stone. Mine has a long way to go, but I’ll show some of the progress here to give a sneak peek. Don’t expect the finished work for weeks or months to come! I’ll have quite a bit of hand sewing to do once I finish the blocks, as I’ve been quilting them along the way. You can see several New York Beauty samples on pinterest here.
This is a small wallhanging I quilted by Jen Kingwell, called “My Small World.” It was not easy for me, working with all these small pieces, but I finally finished it. At 52″ x 33″ it’s just right to hang over a bed or table. It would work well as a scrappy quilt, but I purchased it as a block of the month, because I wanted to use similar fabrics to the original. Pinterest has lots of samples of this quilt to scroll through.
Some hymn lyrics immediately take me back to my childhood, standing beside my parents in worship services. I didn’t understand half of the words, such as “do dwell,” but it’s interesting to note that these lyrics go way back to the 16th century. It’s fascinating to me to imagine our pilgrim ancestors singing these very words as they crossed the ocean, most likely. Here are two different versions of the song.
All people that on earth do dwell, sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Serve Him with joy, His praises tell, come now before Him and rejoice! — William Kethe
All people that on earth do dwell, sing to the Lord will cheerful voice. Him serve with mirth, Hi praise forth tell. Come ye before Him and rejoice. — William Kethe
Another hymn that I recall from my childhood, of course, is the Doxology, or “Old 100th,” written in the 17th century:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below. Praise Him above, ye heavenly host. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. — Thomas Ken
But my favorite hymn as a child was this one from the 20th century:
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears, all nature sings and ’round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world! I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought. — Maltbie D. Babcock