A couple of weeks ago, this was in my in-box, a comment left on my fabric flower tutorial post:
"Thanks for your great tutorial. This morning I was searching for fabric flower ideas as I am currently in a town in India famous for it's silk weaving, today I've made some examples of your flowers from hand loomed silk in the most vibrant colors. I'm here to help the village women in the rural areas learn to make some products that they can market to western tourists or maybe even sell to retailers in larger cities so thought you would enjoy to know how your efforts may be helping women on the other side of the world!!! what is great is they don't need a sewing machine only fabric, thread, and scissors! I started teaching embroidery but think these are a great option as they really showcase the exquisite silk which is what brings people here as well as the temples. cheerio, Jane, Kanchipuram, India"
This makes me swell. Because of this little blog, something like this is possible on the other side of the world. Jane, if you are reading, I would love to see pictures of these. At times like this, I am still humbled at the reach of the internet. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
I've seen so many of the beautiful fabric flowers you've made using the tutorial I posted way back when. I always try to save the link or bookmark it somehow, but I know I'm not keeping up. I created a Fabric Flower Flickr group where you can post your version of these flowers, so please add yours. I'd love to see the virtual bouquet we make! I've never gotten tired of these flowers, and it seems like this is the time of year when I think about them most (emerging Spring, perhaps?). I've been making them out of every odd type of fabric I can find around here, just to see how they come out. I'm thinking of presenting this as a project for my Brownie troop, what do you think?
Its one of those days when dinner is making itself (beef stew simmered in red wine), I do love that slow cooker in the winter months. I've chopped, minced, and thrown it all into the pot. Now all I have to do prep the bread machine with our favorite James Beard bread recipe and dinner will be all ready when we're back home tonight. I can't help but think about the night Ramona and her family came home to a crock pot full of uncooked food because someone forgot to turn it on. Will not be making that mistake here.