The Quilting Bear

Do men quilt? Of coarse men can quilt.

This will be a place where I jot down my trials and tribulations, experiences, and anything and everything about my quilting experiences.*

  1. Sew much to do, sew little time.

    by , 11-22-2011 at 11:05 PM (The Quilting Bear)
    I planned on accomplishing so much before Christmas that I don't think that I'm going to be able to get it done.

    I purchased material for four patchwork puppies for my nephews. I thought I would be ahead of the game starting them before Halloween. I have one almost completed with the second one started. I made a mistake sewing the first one together. At least I have half of the second sewn and cut out.

    I also purchased two polar bear pillows. They both come with a vest ...
  2. Retail Therapy: Doctor's Orders

    by , 11-12-2011 at 09:28 PM (The Quilting Bear)
    "Honey, I'm just following the doctors orders. He said that if I were to do something that made me happy, I wouldn't get depressed."

    As he holding the credit card statements in his fist, wavering them through the air, "But our insurance does not cover this. I can't itemize these charges on our taxes. And how much happiness did he state that you needed?"

    I'm sure that is going to be my nightmare tonight. In all reality, my partner supports my passion. ...
  3. To Retreat or Not To Retreat?

    by , 11-08-2011 at 04:00 AM (The Quilting Bear)
    A little background may help explain my hesitation.

    I have not worked in over four years. That's a long story and I don't want to bore you to death. Most people think that I'm lucky that I don't have to punch a clock. The truth is that I felt that way the first year and then reality sat in. That is when quilting became an esential part of my life.

    In January I learned that an aquaintence was a quilter and he was a fellow man. I soon began chatting to him through email ...
  4. How I became interested in quilting.

    by , 11-01-2011 at 09:49 PM (The Quilting Bear)
    I started my first quilt eleven years. It was meant to be a hobbie to broden my horizons and keep me occupied on the weekends when the weather did not permit me to do activities outdoors. At that time i did not think that this hobbie would become an obsession.

    This all started after talking with my mom on the phone. At this time I was living in Nashville Tennesee and mom lived in Michigan where i grew up. I made a comment to my friend, Brenda who at that time, was renting a room ...

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