Progress on the Zipper Purse

Always inspired by Sue Spargo's out of the box designs, the zippers have wool applique over them to hold them in place and add additional texture. You probably wonder why zippers. I had seen an interior designer in Country Living who made ottomans and coverlets covered in zippers several years ago, her name is Sandy Stone. Not the lady who has just come out with the zipper flowers and such.

Sandy Stone remakes old chairs with belts also, neckties, measuring tape, really, really neat items, which I'm also doing on my old wicker oak chairs where

the wicker webbing is giving away, you don't know hard it is to find "big belts" to cover the width of the chair seat.

Anyway, back to the purse, decided on the zippers for the purse, someone at the clinic had wanted it last year and am just getting back to it. The flower on the other side will be the pocket, cut the zipper into smaller pieces and embellished with more wool strips, pennies and some beads. The fabric at the top will be the lining and the back of the strap. I quilted the wool first so it wouldn't stretch.

I fell off the fence, in a good way

Looking at this first picture of one of Sue's BOMs, Folklore that I completed,
I was very pleased that everything was there for me to start a new, inspirational quilt, no driving 60 to 120miles when I had a chance to get to Bozeman or Billings where there is real wool and threads. You know our time is money and time lost is quilting lost. I figure working enough, driving enough and spending time and taking care of Jim gives me that break I need to quilt, what I desperately need to relieve the stress. And if the block is ready to go, no hunting fabric, so much the better. Sounds good to me. And Jim refuses to move to
the Midwest, can't leave the wildlife or our serenity.

And then I never showed you the pic of the chair I took the webbing out
that was falling apart and used belts as the bottom, an inspiration from Sandy
Stone designs,
just need lots more belts from big people if you know what I mean.

Dorothy, the bear was playing in the grass like a puppy, you can look in their eyes for aggression. I'll probably be saying that as I'm mauled, well his eyes look sweet.

And our first deer is down, a small buck, can barely see his spikes of his antlers.