Saturday, September 17, 2011

Christmas Stripes

'Twas a few months before Christmas,
and with nothing to do
I sat in my quilt room-
seemingly blue.

The UFO's rested untouched on the shelf
and none of the BOM's seemed to 
bother myself.

Then in the corner a package 
caught my eye,
some new Christmas striped fabric, 
I just HAD to buy.

Full Striped Fabric
 Armed with a triangle template* and a sharp rotary knife,
I thought to myself, "Now this is the life!"

Just a few simple cuts and some seams 
sewn together--
I instantly had table runners for the 
snowier weather.

Layer two identical stripes, cut like this.

Poinsettias, reindeer and snowmen with S'mores--
What more could I make behind these closed doors?

A head start on Christmas 2052--
Because that's how long it takes me to finish things---
How about you?


Sew together end triangles first and then center seam.
Finished detail.   

*For the 60 degree triangle template I used in this piece:

"'Twas the Night Before Christmas"

By Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Classic Poem from


  1. Love the runners & love the poem. I can totally relate to the idea of anticipating that something will be finished in 2052! It's never to early to start holiday stuff, is it?

  2. Oh, what fun! You and the table runners! You definitely make me want to dive into some fabrics and start creating before the countdown gets too intense! Lovely fun!

  3. Love it! Well done!

  4. Thank you, Thank you, Ladies.
    I had a blast with the poem! (Must admit that I had a little help from the husband.)
    I'm very thankful that we can quilt for the holidays all year or else NOTHING would get done around here! (HA, HA! That rhymed too!)