Tuesday, 20 January 2026

Kitchen chickens

🐔 A Chicken Sewing Video That Completely Stole My Heart

Okay, listen. I stumble across a lot of sewing videos… but every once in a while, one pops up that makes me stop mid‑scroll, grab my fabric stash, and say, “Well, guess I’m making a chicken today.”

This is that vidSew A Large Hen Basket - Free Pattern #freequiltpattern #scrappyfabrics #chicken #fatquarterseo.

Not only is the project ridiculously cute, but she shares a full‑size pattern — no squinting, no guessing, no “enlarge to 127%” nonsense. Just print, cut, sew, and boom: instant chicken joy.

And the way she explains everything? It feels like sewing with a friend who’s fun, calm, and totally okay with you pausing the video seventeen times to find your scissors. It’s charming. It’s cozy. It’s my new favorite YouTube sewing moment.

So if you’re in the mood to make something cheerful, slightly silly, and guaranteed to brighten your day, go watch it. Then make a chicken. Then make three more. Suddenly you’ve got a whole flock and zero regrets.

Sunday, 11 January 2026

Memories



A Time for Memories

As I sort through the scraps of fabric for my next project, I realize they aren’t really scraps at all. They’re pieces of moments I’ve lived. A corner of a dress I once made for Zoe. A sliver of a shirt that belonged to Seth. Colors and textures that once wrapped themselves around ordinary days and made them feel like something worth remembering.

It’s funny how fabric holds memory better than we do. I pick up a floral print and suddenly I’m back in the kitchen, hemming a dress while Zoe twirled around impatiently, asking if it was ready yet. I touch a soft blue cotton and I can almost hear Seth laughing as he tried it on for the first time, pretending to model like he was on a runway.

These scraps carry the weight of those small, perfect moments — the ones that slip out of our minds but stay stitched into the things we make. Working with them now feels like opening a box of old photographs, except the memories are tactile. They’re warm. They’re alive.

Maybe that’s why this project feels different. I’m not just sewing. I’m piecing together a quiet archive of the life we’ve lived. Letting the past sit beside me for a while. Letting it remind me that even the simplest days had their own kind of beauty.

And maybe that’s what this time is for — not to dwell on what’s gone, but to honor it.

Saturday, 10 January 2026

So it begins

 

🧵 Appliqué Prep: The Beautiful Mess Before the Magic

Every machine embroidery appliqué project starts with a vision — maybe a floral motif, a whimsical animal, or a bold geometric design. But before the needle hits the fabric, there’s one universal truth we all face:

Scrap chaos.

I snapped this photo while prepping for my latest appliqué adventure. If you’ve ever sorted through your stash looking for just the right shade of red or a tiny piece of green with the perfect texture, you know this scene well.




There’s interfacing, spray adhesive, a cutting mat, printed instructions, and a rainbow of fabric bits in bags and baskets. It’s organized chaos — and it’s oddly comforting. Because in this mess lies possibility.

Appliqué is all about the details. Tiny pieces. Precise placement. And the joy of finding that one scrap you forgot you had that turns out to be exactly what you needed.

I’m so glad I didn’t throw those small pieces away. They may look like clutter, but they’re the secret sauce of every appliqué project — the hidden gems that make the design come alive.

So yes, it’s messy. But it’s also magic.

Wednesday, 7 January 2026

Welcome to my valley



Tucked into the foothills of the majestic Cascade Mountains, our small town feels like a secret sanctuary. There’s a quiet here that settles into your bones — the kind of peace that only comes from being surrounded by nature’s grandeur. Mornings begin with mist rising off the water, and evenings end with skies like the one above, painted in fire and calm.

But don’t let the serenity fool you — this valley knows how to play. Summer brings endless opportunities to explore, and my personal favorite is boating. There’s nothing like gliding across the lake, sun on your face, mountains in the distance. And when winter rolls in, the town transforms into a snowy playground. Skiing down fresh powder with crisp air in your lungs? That’s magic.

Yes, I love it here. Not just for the beauty or the adventure — but for the way this place makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

In a world that moves a little too fast, this valley reminds me to slow down, breathe deeply, and appreciate the simple gifts right in front of me. Whether it’s the thrill of skimming across the water in summer or carving fresh tracks through winter snow, every season brings its own kind of joy.

But more than anything, it’s the feeling of belonging — of waking up each day knowing I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. This small town, nestled in the foothills of the Cascades, isn’t just where I live. It’s home. And I’m grateful for it every single day.

Update on the chicken Kitchen coming soon.

Saturday, 3 January 2026

“Cluck Yes, I’m Making a Chicken Kitchen”

 Okay, so I have to tell you my new 2026 plan because it is peak me and you’re going to roll your eyes in the best way.

I’m doing a No‑Buy Year. Like… for real. No extra spending, no “but it was on sale,” none of that. I’m cutting myself off.

And since I apparently can’t just do things normally, I’ve decided I’m turning my kitchen into a full chicken‑themed kitchen using only the stuff I already have. No buying décor, no fabric shopping, nothing. Just me, my scrap bin, and whatever patterns I’ve hoarded over the years.

I’m basically making a chicken kitchen out of thin air.

I’ve already got a whole list going — chicken potholders, chicken tea towels, chicken bunting, little stuffed chickens to sit on the shelves… honestly, if it can have a chicken on it, I’m putting a chicken on it.

It’s going to be ridiculous and adorable and very “me,” and I’m weirdly excited about it. So yeah. 2026: No buying, all chickens.

Just wait. My kitchen is about to cluck.

Thursday, 1 January 2026

🧵✨ Happy New Year from Nonie’s Paradise! ✨🧵


A fresh year means fresh fabric, fresh ideas, and endless possibilities for creativity.

In 2026, I’m dreaming of: 🎨 New projects that spark joy ✂️ Bold patterns and beautiful stitches 🪡 Crafting without fear, just fun 💛 A community that inspires and lifts each other up

Thank you for being part of this colorful little corner where imagination becomes handmade magic. Here’s to more sewing, more crafting, more laughter, and more moments that remind us why we love creating.

Let’s make 2026 AMAZING.

Monday, 29 December 2025



🧶 Well‑Loved Potholders (Scraps, Stories, and a Pattern to Share)

Some mornings, before the day really begins, I like to wander into the kitchen with a cup of coffee and take stock of the little things that make this space feel like home. The sunlight hits the counter just right, the kettle hums in the background, and hanging on their hook are my well‑loved potholders — softened, faded, and familiar in the best possible way.

They didn’t start out as anything special. Just scraps of fabric left over from bigger projects — the corner of a quilt, a bit of a tote bag, a print I loved too much to toss. But that’s the magic of scrap sewing, isn’t it? These tiny pieces, the ones we save “just in case,” somehow become the things we reach for every single day.



Over time, these potholders have taken on a life of their own. The edges have softened, the colors have mellowed, and they’ve developed that gentle, worn‑in look that only comes from years of being part of the daily rhythm. They’ve been there for the rushed weeknight dinners, the holiday baking marathons, the “let’s try this new recipe and hope for the best” moments. They’ve caught spills, cushioned hot dishes, and occasionally doubled as a coaster when I wasn’t paying attention.

And every time I pick one up, I’m reminded of the project it came from. A quilt sewn on a rainy weekend. A bag I made for a friend. A fabric I loved so much I used every last inch. It’s funny how something as simple as a potholder can hold so many tiny memories stitched into it.

There’s something comforting about sewing potholders. They’re small enough to finish in an afternoon, but still satisfying in that “I made something useful” way. They don’t ask for perfection. They don’t mind if the scraps don’t match perfectly. They’re the kind of project you can work on while your coffee cools beside you, letting your mind wander as the pieces come together.

And maybe that’s why they end up so well‑loved. They’re born from quiet moments — the kind where you’re not rushing, not overthinking, just enjoying the feel of fabric in your hands and the simple pleasure of making something.

Because I get asked about them so often, I finally decided to share the pattern I use. It’s nothing fancy — just a sturdy, scrap‑friendly design that holds up beautifully over time. The kind of pattern you’ll want to make again and again, especially once you see how quickly those leftover fabric bits turn into something useful



If you’d like to make your own stack — for your kitchen, for gifts, or just because it’s a lovely way to spend an afternoon — the pattern is available here: I have checked and the pattern is available on Etsy and Ebay.

As I look at the little stack of potholders in my kitchen — each one stitched from leftovers, softened by time, and carrying its own quiet story — I’m reminded how much joy there is in these simple, everyday makes. They don’t ask for perfection. They don’t require fancy materials. Just a few scraps, a bit of time, and the willingness to turn something small into something useful and loved.

If you’ve made potholders (or anything, really) from scraps that hold a bit of your own history, I’d love to hear about them. Maybe it was a fabric you couldn’t bear to throw away, or a project that surprised you by becoming a favorite. Feel free to share your scrap memories in the comments — it’s always such a treat to see how these little pieces find new life in someone else’s hands.

Here’s to the humble potholder, the comfort of handmade things, and the stories stitched into every scrap. I only shared my best looking ones.


Saturday, 27 December 2025

Stitching my way back


✨ Stitching My Way Back

There’s something tender about returning to a space you once loved. It feels a bit like picking up a half‑finished project — the fabric still soft, the thread waiting patiently, the idea still warm in your hands. That’s exactly how it feels to be here again.

Life pulled me in other directions for a while, and my creative energy ended up tucked away like a project I meant to finish “soon.” But the desire to make things — to sew, to experiment, to let my hands and imagination wander — never really went away. It just needed a little quiet time to breathe.

Over the past few months, I found myself drawn back to the slow, grounding rhythm of sewing. The hum of the machine. The satisfaction of a crisp seam. The joy of choosing fabric that feels like a tiny promise. And somewhere in those moments, I realized how much I missed sharing the process — the wins, the mistakes, the discoveries, the delight of turning raw materials into something meaningful.

So I’m stitching my way back.

This space is shifting into a home for all things handmade:

  • sewing projects I’m working on

  • creative experiments

  • lessons learned (sometimes the hard way)

  • the beauty of slow, intentional making

I want this blog to feel like a cozy corner where creativity is encouraged, imperfections are welcome, and inspiration can show up in small, unexpected ways.

If you’ve been here before, thank you for your patience while I found my way back to the thread. If you’re new, welcome — I’m so glad you’re here. There’s plenty of room at the table, and I can’t wait to share what’s next.

Here’s to fresh starts, soft fabrics, and the simple joy of making something with your own two hands. One stitch at a time.

Tuesday, 21 November 2023

Time to be thankful

 

I know who took the picture, grandson Shane, I know he is hiking in the Cascade mountains, exactly where I don't know.

I love that he takes pictures as he hikes.  I love that he shares the pictures, even if he's not good about telling me where he took the picture.

Thank you for all your kind words and thank you for just visiting. I know the holidays are going to be hard, I have a great support system but still the pain will be mine.

I am stopping to be thankful for all the years we were able to spend together. For all the adventures we shared.  For our children and grandchildren.  I am thankful Steve knew Christ.  I am thankful he is no longer in pain and suffering.

I know the next few days and even months are going to be hard, the kids are going to be right here with me and we will do this together.  


Monday, 21 August 2023

Fields of Gold

 


Fields of Gold in Quincy picture taken by Mike

Fiend Ericka's daughter Frankie checking out the sunflowers. 


I know, again it's been a while since I have posted anything.  Right now, the doctor wants me to start some medication just to help me over the biggest part of the hump.  Not sure how I feel about that. 

I think I was dealing with it all okay but maybe I am not as okay as I think I am. I sure lost a lot of motivation.  But then doesn't everyone go through times when they just aren't motivated?? 

Well, I wanted to share with you, where a whole lot of sunflowers grow. We do live in a wonderful area and have much to be thankful for.

Thursday, 13 July 2023

It's been awhile

I had very good intentions of writing on a more regular basis then what is happening in reality. I have been busy and that is a good thing.


This picture was taken by my daughter in law Erica. Last weekend her and my son did a day trip over the Cascade loop.

They will go back and take their time. 


I have been trying to keep up with the tiny little space I have. I have had people stop and ask about flowers I have growing. Others have stopped to say how pretty my yard looks. 

I am not sure I see what they see, and that has me thinking. How often we do not take the time to take in our own beauty.

All I was seeing was the weeds!! I am like talking to myself, saying how can you say it is pretty, don't you see those weeds?

How often do we do that?  How often do we only see the weeds and not the flowers? I sure am guilty of doing that. I will take the time to see all that is good. all that is pretty.

Which reminds me of a funny story about my neighbor. I don't know if any of you, (if there are any of you!) remember the trees I had removed from my property line. they were beautiful. they were also dangerous, messy and created so much shade nothing would grow.  I never saw anyone as excited as my neighbor, to see those trees go. She hated the mess and how the needles kept piling up making a horrible mess, she was like good bye trees. 

Well, last week, I came across my neighbor, who had to tell me how much she missed the fir needles in her yard. Now she has to weed and at least they kept the weed down. !!! What she is missing is, the rose bush that is now blooming that never had the chance to grow because it was to shady, Or the lilac bush I didn't even know was there, now growing and blooming.  Nope all she can see can see is the weeds,

Take some time this week to look past the weeds and see the beauty. Life is always going to give us weeds.

Monday, 26 June 2023

Things don't just Happen


 Sunday on the Columbia River

I thought it might be a good idea to let you know where the pictures are taken.

Motivation to do anything has been hard for me. Then after speaking to a friend who also lost her husband, I came to realize things don't just happen.

I was telling her how I feel (whining a bit) about the need to get back to sewing and creating. She replied with: "So do I, it will happen".  My friend has been alone for a long, long time, which is the one reason I was whining to her. That statement scared me!!

Maybe that is exactly what I needed to hear because if it hasn't happened yet with her after all these years, well, I don't want to sit and wait for the magic to happen. It's not going to happen!!!

When will the sky open up and the creatives juices flow? If I sit and wait for it, I can guarantee that never happening. 

I need to take a step forward, even if it is one tiny step, as long as I am going in the right direction.  that needs to start NOW!!

Thursday, 22 June 2023

New Meaning


 I want to start by thanking all of you for taking the time to give me some help. I will follow  your advice. 

Also the saying "Be kind to yourself" has taken on a complete new meaning to me.  I have a better understanding of what my mind and body are going through.  I do some pretty silly things, not even knowing I am doing it. 

I filled (or thought I did) the watering can, so I could water the few plants I have on my porch. I went to pick it up, expecting it to be heavy and of coarse it wasn't. I didn't put any water in it.  Thats just a tiny something, I do that all day with everything!! But now I have a bit of insight as to what is going on with me, so I don't get upset with me. 

Reading is not possible. I was reading a series of books  called the Elm Creek quilts series, by Jennifer Chiaverini. Now, I don't remember who is who and with a series, they speak often of people you should know, if you are reading the series. It's okay, I know why now, as before I found out this grief brain is a real thing, I was sure I was losing my mind.

I don't know how long all of this takes. Maybe I will never be the same, right now I feel like I will never go back.  I told my son I will not be doing the grocery shopping this week. I can use Insta cart if I need anything.  Last week, I had a full blown panic attack.  I looked down at my hands and they were shaking so hard, the only way I could control them was to hang tight to the cart. I was only a few isle in, when I decided enough was enough and headed to the checkout.  I forgot how to swipe my card, and of coarse that just caused more panic.  The gal at the register was so kind and soft spoken, I know think she has been though that before. 

So, the adventure as I will call it, continues. I am just trying to be kind to myself.

Tuesday, 20 June 2023

Enter grief brain


 As the days went by, my thinking became worse and worse.  I always have paid my power bill the day the bill came. I was shocked when I opened my bill this month to see it had doubled.  When I took a closer look, I noticed I had not paid last months bill. I don't even remember getting it.

I found  I was forgetting things I have done over and over a million times, now I could not even begin to think about how to do it.  I am not remembering to do even simple things like cook my favorite meals.

Of coarse this scared me!  Now what??  Well, now what is leading to something new, called Grief Brain, or widows brain. where the brain has become so over loaded it has little room left for functioning.

Hopsice suggests I journal, having this blog already set up I will do just that.  I have no clue what to expect from this.  All I know is in some ways I feel better knowing it's  a "normal" process.  Some ways it scares me even more.

So if you dare follow me on my journey and if you are also on this journey we can go through it together.

I am calling this day one. because it is the first day of my discovering that I am normal. At the same time as not being even close to normal.

 Hospice of the Western Reserve - "Grief Brain" What's Going On? (hospicewr.org)


Monday, 22 May 2023

Make today Amazing.


 A saying my son, told me in the middle of my falling apart.  Probably one of the hardest things to do is to make your day amazing when all of your life is so totally out of control.

Then, I found that just in trying, all you had to do was at least try and your day would become if not amazing at least tolerable.  So I continue each day, to share the message.  Every day will get better until you find that each day is worth looking forward to. 

In thanks I made hm this pillow. Since mountain biking is where he goes to regain his balance I thought adding a bike would be a message back to him, to keep up being amazing.

Some days it is so hard. But, everyday I can do something no matter how small to make it the best day ever. 

Friday, 12 May 2023

"Not in Vain"

Emily Dickinson poem "Not in Vain" has always spoke to me.

(1886) by Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

I think of it when I make and pray over these items for the hospital nursery. These item are for the precious little ones that go to heaven way to soon.

I do like making the gowns, hoping that it will ease the pain a little, Just to know that someone, somewhere cares.



Request from the hospital, also needed are items for babies to fragile to handle.

so I made a few of those.



Tiny blankets

The size of the blankets range from 6" to 10". I will make a few larger blankets..



I hope these bring some comfort to the broken hearts. Just making them helps my heart heal.

Wednesday, 10 May 2023

wordless Wednesday

Again!

I find myself here again on a Wednesday.!


spring always comes alive in our mountains.

Seeded by God


Wednesday, 3 May 2023

Heaven Bound

 I know it is wordless Wednesday and I will add a few words to this. The picture of MT. Index, in Washington State. This is the mountain that stands out in full glory as you round the corner. As the love of my life Steve has gone on to be with Jesus, this picture lets me know, if God has this much beauty on earth can you imagine the beauty in heaven.




Wednesday, 22 February 2023

I DID IT!

                                    I even took pictures. This was not easy and if you have agoraphobia, you will know what I am talking about.  This started with me, when Steve had his stroke and was in the hospital in Seattle.  There was no way I could stay with him more than a day and one night. The night I stayed I was in a chair, bathroom facilities were a long way away. It was miserable.  The kids had me come home, home is three hours away.  We tried to get the hospital to help us get him transferred home, once we found there was no reason for him to be in Seattle. 

Fast forward, to my first full-blown panic attack! I ended up in the hospital. I have never been able to get myself together. I am fine when I am home, just the thought of going out can send me into a full-blown panic attack.  Heart pounding, sweating palm's, no clear thoughts almost a feeling of being in a container and there is no way out.

Today, a volunteer came and watched Steve and I went to a store. By myself! almost the scariest thing I have ever done. You have no idea how much I love to read your blogs when you go shopping, especially when you go to cute little shops.  I go right along with you!

My neighbor told me about this store, hardly any people visit.  It has good prices and he thought this would be a good place to test my getting out. 
The name of the store is Grocery Outlet.  they had some really cute things, good prices, Off brands and some well-known brands, 



                              Those planters look interesting.

              It will take me a full day to stop shaking. did I mess up? yup! I did, but I made it,