Patterns by Elizabeth of OPQuilt · Quilts · Sawtooth Stars · This-and-That

This and That • January 2026

I used a new-to-me number generator, rolling electronic dice and it came up with number 10. So Karen, you are the lucky winner of the pattern. I’ve already emailed you and we’ll get the pattern sent off. And just like a roll of the dice, we are off and running into this New Year, and I’ll start with a This and That post, as I’ve been saving them up for a while.

There always seems to be a pile of tips for the New Year, whether or not you are one to do resolutions. I prefer to think of these as tips for getting started on a road trip. How about these:

I thought some Route 66 stamps — which will be issued this year in honor of The Mother Road’s 100th birthday — need to join my stamp stash.

Head to the Route 66 Centennial website to see calendars, and to get your merch.

And these! Confession: I like small square things, like quilt blocks, stationary items or stamps. Always in our house we have stamps for about 300 letters because I love stamps. I saw some of Harriet Powers’ quilts when I traveled back to Boston, and met Carol there at the Museum of Fine Arts-Boston. Good memories.

Speaking of roads, did I mention I had two quilts accepted to next week’s 2026 Road to California quilt show? The quilts’ split portrait is above, in front of a local modern building I love.

I’ve had some great correspondence with Beth R., and she sent me a couple of her quilt photos, which I really enjoyed. I’d asked about them because she’d done some squircle blocks, and I was interested in her process for her quilt. She wrote:

“One of my favorite new things to do is when I make a more “regular” quilt, like all Log Cabins or all Courthouse steps (albeit wonky improv versions, with lots of scraps) is to make improv blocks at the same time as I am making the “regular” quilt, with the offcut smaller pieces that don’t fit into that regular design, and I just set them aside at the time, each day while I am making that “regular” quilt, to “clean up” the scraps of the day. Then as soon as I get the current “regular” quilt bound, I begin the very next quilt starting from those improv blocks, and add as many more blocks as I need, of the same/similar colors.”

I thought this was a really great idea, and also thought of my stuffed-to-the-max orphan block box, and how much easier it would have been to follow Beth’s ideas. I’m putting this out there for everyone else; thank you, Beth!

In browsing the news, I came across an article about Sue Bender, announcing her death. I still have both of Sue Bender’s books on my bookshelf. As a quilter who has done her fair share of Amish-type quilts (and recognizes that they were the genesis of today modern quilt movement), we quilters owe Sue Bender a thank you for bringing an understanding of those communities we might not ever visit. I have since ordered the third book in the Trilogy, Stretching Lessons, and was happy to see it was a signed, first edition. I hadn’t looked at Everyday Sacred in a long while, and I had forgotten that it was given to me by my parents, my Mother’s inscription on the fly leaf reminding me.

From the New York Times article (gift link, above):
“She wrestled with the tension between being a woman who hated housework and defined herself by her artwork and professional achievements, and her desire to internalize the Amish sense of identity that came from community, godliness and manual labor.”

One of my Amish-style quilts, from 1986

from Plain and Simple:
In writing about her To-Do lists: “I never thought to stop and ask myself, “What really matters?” Instead, I gave everything equal weight. I had no way to select what was important and what was not. Things that were important didn’t get done, and others, quite unimportant, were completed and crossed off the list” (p. 7, Bender).
“All work is important. All work is of value” (p. 138, Bender).
“What really matters?” (p. 148, Bender)

from Everyday Sacred:
” ‘Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.’ Saul Bellow” (p. 2, Bender)

Maybe a little bit too far back into the past for some, but it is lovely to read IN a time where the author wasn’t living with the instantaneousness of social media and the internet, but took the time to think about what she felt, and how she wanted to work. I find so much of the time I’m reacting to what is going on around me; certainly we live in an era of in-your-face politics and news. But the last few nights I’ve immersed myself in her writing and in her thinking, and it’s helped me cope with the terrible news we’ve been having this week (I’m not linking to it; either you know about it or you don’t).

I was struck by what many of you mentioned when you left comments last week. It was your relationships with your people, for one. Others had ways to keep their proverbial chin up and I especially liked Mary’s: “Look for things to be happy or hopeful about instead of focusing on the parts of our world that are going to hell.” Yvonne mentioned “dark chocolate” (a woman after my own heart). Kit reminded me to “Don’t rush. Enjoy. Life is not a fire drill.” These were just some of the tidbits of wisdom and slivers of your thoughts. Thank you all. (And I just appreciate Sharon’s illustration, even if it is from a couple of years back.)

I found the downloadable chart to be informative. Here’s the link. Thanks, Bob!

Zeitgeist is one of my favorite words. It’s that description when something is just all around you, and you see it different places, but they are not the same thing. Technically, it refers to history, but I use it more colloquially. Like the following two things. First, mine, from our Covid Year, 2020:

and then what I did with the rest of my ideas:

Twenty-three different types of Sawtooth Stars.

Now one from 2025:

Same idea, different execution. It’s in the zeitgeist.

I called mine Sawtoothmania, because it was kind of a like a celebration of Sawtooth Stars. (And weren’t we all a little manic in 2020?) I just put my pattern on sale and you can get it from now until the end of January for 25% off. I had a very nice birthday last week, so consider this my gift to you if you want to make some fun stars. And if you want Leila’s pad of stars, well, you have her name and will be able to find it. (She’s very nice.)

In other construction news, I finally made good on my threat to dump the 50-year-old “workbench” table (left) and replace it with something more modern. Of course, my timing was great as we don’t use much more than a screwdriver and a hammer these days, but hey: we’re equipped. The bulky item trash people have already been called, and will be here shortly to haul a lot of that junk away.

Found this message from the Workbench Gods while cleaning out.

New Year’s service at the local car place. Still working on my squircles. It’s fun to see these on Gladi’s blog, too.

I’m getting together some lists of blogs I like to read–starting to write a post about that. If you have a blog you enjoy, drop me a comment with the name of the blog, and maybe a link to one of your favorite posts. Thanks.

Truly, it was only a matter of time until AI found me; I love how the system just makes stuff up. Hope they enjoy hoovering up all of my blog and creativity! (I am working on my Aerial Beacon pattern.)

For my birthday, I asked for three things: a trip to IKEA to buy bins, a stop at Tokyo Central to have lunch, and a final check in at Whole Foods. All of these are about an hour away from our house. Do I like Hokka biscuits? (shown above) Can’t say they are my favorite, but since I am a box sort-of gal, I loved their tins.

Happy Birthday! Happy New Year!
Happy Great Food at the Tokyo Central Food Court!

(still quilting this)

300 Quilts · Patterns by Elizabeth of OPQuilt · Sawtooth Stars

Sawtoothmania • Reflections on Fertile Ground

Sawtoothmania, Quilt no. 239

All the signatures of the Gridsters, who contributed blocks to the quilt top.

the label

All photographs above by my husband or I, taken from a frontage road on the 680 freeway, to the west of Grizzly Bay and the Cordelia Slough, off Lopes Road near the Bay Area in Northern California. We just can’t resist those Northern California hills, as he and I have significant history there.

He went to UC Berkeley for his doctorate in Environmental Health Sciences (aka Toxicology), and when he wasn’t in the lab or studying his brains out, he was out in his vintage Dodge Dart exploring the Bay Area, Muir Woods and other areas. I, on the other hand, spent my teenage years in Portola Valley on the other side of the Bay, my father a professor at Stanford. We’d just come back from two years in Peru (and how we got there is another story about the life my charmed parents lived) and instead of returning to the mountain-west states, our family landed here. That was when houses were dear, but not astronomical, and somehow they pieced together a way to get a house on a professor’s salary. I grew up in the wooded hills, the large California Oaks standing alone in the the golden grasses in autumn, just like they were this day, when we went hunting for a place to photograph my quilts.

One of my children was born not too far from this place; however, my husband and I didn’t know each other then. As we drove down to my brother’s house from the Sacramento area (where this same Mr. Claus took this Mrs. Claus to get her Christmas present…more on that later), I narrated where I used to drive this child to the orthodontist, where he went to the surgeon to correct his cleft lip and palate, where I visited the attorney for my divorce. Then my husband took his turn in narration: the place where he used to go to school, his tale of arriving for grad school on a Friday, then heading to San Francisco on Saturday, to see what was there, all before beginning his studies on Monday. We drove by the Oakland Temple, of the Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-day Saints, where we first met on a hot July evening, and gradually fell in love, sitting on the low stone wall around the property on summer nights, just talking, and watching the shimmer of lights from across the bay as we figured out how a newly-divorced woman with four children could fall in love with a single, brilliant young man, and about how they could take the leap together into a new life, the fertile ground of the northern California hills under their feet.

And so we did leap: into a life of raising children, of tracking the academic life, of quilting, of learning. It’s been a good journey, with lots of love, a few intense discussions, a life of forgiveness and kindness, a happy and creative life together…all of this reminiscing while finding a place to photograph a few Sawtooth Stars.

Other Posts with Sawtoothmania:
Sawtoothmania! – the beginning of this quilt
Some Thoughts on Our Nation’s Milestone — where Sawtoothmania makes an appearance at the end
stars shining brightly — a sister to this quilt
The Ides of March — where a few blocks show up after we build a new design wall, and I write about possessions, and an old recipe held together with a straight pin
Tiny Envelope & More Blocks — where I wrote you a free tutorial to make those very cute signature blocks on the back of the quilt

The quilts above, are Criss-Cross Color and Sawtoothmania, both available in my pattern shop.

300 Quilts · Covid-19 Times · Patterns by Elizabeth of OPQuilt · Sawtooth Stars

stars shining brightly

stars shining brightly
quilt #237 • 35″ square

This is the second sawtooth star quilt top I made during the Time of Covid, but that first one is still awaiting quilting. One night, dragging around, looking for something to do besides all the things I’d done every single day for the last few months, I thought I would just knock this one out, get it done.

It had held me up for a while, as I kept thinking that it had to have precision ruler work in all those fine-pointed stars that were made when I was testing out my Sawtoothmania pattern, but in the end I decided that Done Was Best.

I’m about ready to sew the labels on the back, but I’ll pin them on then wait for a Zoom call to finish this up.

We snucked sneaked zipped up to Utah for a very quick trip last weekend to go to my niece’s wedding, dithering about it so badly that it wasn’t until the night before that we actually made our final decision. You know…covid. But the evening was idllyic, the food delicous, the bride and her father (my brother) both giddy and slightly delirious with happiness, so I’m glad I got to see that. She had three pages of vows, he had two pages, and all of us old marrieds are thinking: seriously? But in the blush of youth, why not pledge your troth in a really big way? Life will do what it does, and I’m thrilled they both climbed in the same buggy for the ride.

While going through photos the other day, I found this screenshot. It’s the headline that makes it delicious. Or awful, depending on how your day is going. Yep, it’s not like we wear those kinds of clothes in the photo anymore, right?

So I fell down the Riley Blake Gem Stones ombré fabrics rabbit hole. Here are some brights from The Cotton Cure, complete with a fun piece of candy and a sticker (which I put on the front of my calendar that I still am having a hard time filling out…who needs calendars these days?) I wish I could unfurl the fabrics for you to see the wonderful gradation of color and hue.

Here is another batch of half-yards from Quilt Expressions, who included this little note pad. These two shops know the way to any woman’s heart is a little gift. I found both these shops by doing a search on ETSY for this fabric, which led me to them.

All of them together.

Plans? Another Triad Harmony quilt, as I have my first live-online class with this pattern in a couple of weeks, when I Zoom into the Coastal Quilters for an evening and a fun Saturday. I’m starting work on the password-protected page on this website, shooting videos, freaking out when I try to edit them. You know, the whole digital experience of teaching these days.

Lastly, we are saying good-bye to too many people these days. The flags at half-mast are for Judge Ginsberg, and the 20,000 flags in front are to honor the over 200,000 dead due to Covid-19, since March. I wrote about the first 100,000 dead some months ago, and I struggled at this milestone. Are we not talking about it because we are numb? Are we not making a big deal of because it’s an election year and all the rahrah is distracting us? Or, more soberly, are we not noting it with fervor because we expect that soon there will be a 300,000 milestone, maybe even a 400,000 and we want to save something for that event?

This last idea scares me to death, for that means that many more people we love will be gone, from grandparents to aunts to friends and neighbors, almost sliding out of our lives without much notice. All that history. Gone. All those relationships. Gone. All those memories that will have to stand in place of these who died of this disease; gone too soon, they now grace the heavens, stars shining brightly.

I wish for all who remain behind, solace in their sorrow, and hopefully a quilt somewhere to curl up in on a bad day. Take care everyone. Wear your masks. Be kind.

We are not out of this yet.

My grandmother (left), my great-grandmother (right) and my Aunt Alfarette as a child, all wearing masks during the 1918 Flu Pandemic.