FABRIC FRIDAY!
Doesn't this Catch of the Day fabric just take you back to those days spent fishing with dad by the river? Not me. I was always too grossed out by the idea of slimy and icky fish flopping around. What was I thinking? The idea of sitting in a boat all day long in silence to catch some little yummy fish, sounds pretty fantastic!
To enter for a chance to win one yard of Catch of the Day by Hoodie tell us of a fish related memory you have. It can be your memory as a kid all the way to something that just happened yesterday. When I was little my mom thought it would be a good idea to let our goldfish swim with the Koi in our pond. About 5 minutes went by and Goldie was gone. Apparently the Koi preferred to eat her than play. Leave your comment anytime between now and Friday, October 28th. Tweet, Stumble, or share on Facebook and leave another comment letting us now. Come back every day for new entries. We'll randomly select a winner and announce right here next Friday.
Find out who won last week's Fabric Friday after the jump...
The winner of one yard of Cosmo Cricket's Circa 1934 Novelty Dots Red is...
Stephanie said...
OMG...I LOVE this fabric. I would totally make some hair accessories for all 4 of my little girls!! And maybe some little aprons for their playhouse. TOTALLY Cute!!
4 little girls, how cute! Hair accessories and aprons are great choices. Congrats! Please use the contact form to send us your address and Fabricworm will send off your prize!
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I remember fishing on a pond with my Daddy when I was probably 8 and I caught 12 fish! He only caught one. Maybe he was just too busy helping me get mine off the hook and getting more bait on there....oh, the sacrifices of parents. (c:
What hip little fish! I used to love fishing my dad's stocked pond on his farm - well I loved casting over and over again and had no love for waiting motionless or actually baiting my hook.
I didn't catch much.
I remember going fishing with my Uncle Ryan out at my Grandpa's. I mostly hiked through the woods while the others fished.
We fished a lot as kids, and I loved it. I was the most patient and as a result ALWAYS caught more than my brother. We still go fishing every summer with my dad, with the bonus of now I get to drink beer too!
When I was little, my mom's side of the family would go fishing at this little lake in Wisconsin. All 14 of us would share this little cabin and spend a week fishing and cooking and just spending time together. I miss that.
We've had goldfish for a while now. They tend to die as goldfish are wont to do. This was our son's first exposure to death. We explained to our son that when things die they go to heaven. He accepted it.
A few days after our first fish mortality we had a few friends over for dinner. Apropos of NOTHING, Calder pipes up and says, "Fish Heaven is in the toilet!" Everyone at the table was DYING. Even in the face of grief, that kid is hilarious.
We grew up along a creek and every time my aunt and uncle would visit, my uncle would fish. He caught a fish for my brother to try once and fried it up for him. My picky little brother wouldn't try even one bite!
Love that! Kids are crazy. Our goldfish "Bonefishie" died and we told our son that he had gone to live with another family (we found him floating, got rid of the bowl, etc, before he woke up). This was a year ago. A few days ago, he said, "I used to have a fish named Bonefishie and he died." I turned around, surprised and said, "How did you know that he died?" And Atticus said, "I didn't. But you just told me." Ehhh. Outsmarted by a 5 year old. :/
My family and I went fishing at a lake on vacation. My sister caught a fish, but it flopped back into the water. My dad was afraid she'd be upset, but she just said, "That was Elizabeth's fish." Elizabeth was our neighbor who had told her to catch a fish for her.
We had guppies when I was really little, and I swear I remember that they jumped ship when my mom was changing their water in the yard, but my mom says that didn't happen. >_<
I remember catching my first fish when I was little. Makes me homesick, I miss Oregon! This fabric is so cute!
haha I remember fishing with my husband (boyfriend at the time) and we were trying to catch little fish for bait. No fish were biting my hook so I started singing "I like the fishies. The fishies don't like me. The fishies won't bite my hook!" It cracked my husband up and I did end up catching a couple fish afterwards. =)
Well, my son's name is Fisher, so he definitely needs me to make something with this fabric. I have so many great fishing memories with my daddy and grandad. I stopped fishing when they made me start baiting my own hooks. I just couldn't do it to the crickets and worms. :)
I remember fishing (my first and only time) with my grandpa on this little manufactured suburb lake, and I caught a fish. Then, my little brother got tired of holding his fishing rod, so I took it, but I got tired too and so I just propped it up next to me. A fish got caught on that rod, and I wanted to take credit for it, but my grandpa wouldn't let me, so I only got to say I caught one fish that day. I was probably 5 or 6, my brother 2 years younger.
Oh man, that fabric has great colors!
I remember fishing with my dad's brother and his kids, my cousins who are all older than me. I was probably 6. I caught my first fish - a sunfish. I'm pretty sure I was wearing terrycloth short-shorts and a matching top. It was the 80's.
I went on my first fishing outing with my brothers and cousin when I was 8. Being the youngest and only girl, they wanted me to put their bait and wait on the sidelines while they fish. I refused, baited my own line and was the first to catch a good big trout!
I love this!
So my memory is taking a fishing trip as a family and after 3 days of not catching anything my parents to us to a place that you paid to go in and were promised a fish. I thought it was so neat until they started to clean in fish. I cried and cried bc my pet fish was dead.
My parents had to buy me a goldfish to stop the crying. lol
Good times. :)
My favorite fish memory is a little morbid, but funny enough to share. My college roomie and I had two pet fish, Tiger and Fluffy (after the two Brady Bunch pets), and unfortunately they did not survive a long time. We decided to have a memorial service at low tide at night when we could sneak under the bridge support on the bay and send them back into the sea. Some of our friends came to witness and we all said something nice. When we were going to "send" them back my roommmate took the plastic baggie they were in from her pocket and deposited them into the sea and placed the baggie back in her pocket. We had a few drinks prior to the service and I guess my roommate didn't realize only one of the fish left the baggie! She didn't have the heart to tell me in the morning when she found it so she flushed it. A few weeks later (and a few drinks into the night) she finally told me after I promised not to get mad. I couldn't stop laughing. I thought it was pretty funny she was walking around all night with a dead fish in her pocket!
I've been fishing twice. Once when I was a little girl with my dad and once with my boyfriend/now husband. Both times I was the only one who caught anything!! I guess I'm a naturally born fisherwoman!
Ahh - fishing. My father took me for my first time when I was 3, and it is something he and I have enjoyed doing together ever since. This summer (32 years later), we continued the tradition by taking my 3 year-old daughter on her first fishing trip. Even though we didn't catch anything, I fondly (and tearfully) remembered all of the special fishing trips and time spent with my Daddy. Because my daughter didn't get to experience the pride of the catch, my father took her every weekend to a local stock pond until she did. What a special grandpa!
If I win this fabric, I want to make a frame for the photo of my father fishing with his grand-daughter, which I know he will adore. For my daughter, I will make an apron for her to wear next year when we're frying up her next catch!
The memory that strikes me most is the sad gathering round the toilet when my pet goldfish died :(
This is yummy fishy fabric.
When I was young, my grandparents lived in Scheveningen at the seashore. We often went for a walk belong the beach and afterwards my grandmother baked us some fish. I can still smell it when I go the trip down memorylane.
We have a backyard pond and lost one of our bigger koi to a great blue heron a few weeks ago...it's quite an impressive bird.
As kids we went to White Lake in Ontario for a week of fishing. The lake was cold, we never caught many fish, but the memories of card playing and rowing the boat and going for hikes are so, so sweet.
Once we went camping and a family we knew happened to be there too. We weren't fishing, but they were, and the little boy kept playing with their catch and sticking his fingers in its gills. SO NASTY!
When I was little my dad used to take us fishing on the piers off the Long Island Sound. I spent most of my time walking up and down and playing with the blowfish in the buckets. Rubbing their tummies to make them swell!
Love the fabric! I have a lot of fishing memories since my dad was a charter fisherman on lake Erie. But one that comes to mind was once when fishing in a small inland lake, my dad, brother and I fished for a couple hours and I caught oodles and way more than the both of them combined. The type of fish was called a crappie, pronounced crop-pie, but my dad gave me the nickname Crappie Queen (this time as crap-pie). As an eight year old it was hilarious.
This summer we took our boys fishing for the first time. It was terribly windy, we didn't catch a thing, but we had the best time. =)
I would love to win this fabric, so I could use it to cover a crate seat I'm making for one of my kiddos.
The one time our little boys had a fish, we had just returned from vacation and the boys were so excited to get our fish back from our fish-sitting friend. I was carrying the bowl and totally dropped it, fish and all, in the middle of the floor! Opps! Thankfully the fish made it another week or so :)
My brother loved fishing as a kid and always was buying new tackle. Every time I would tag along I would catch more fish and bigger fish that he would even though I just used a plain worm and hook.
We had a fundraising event every year. I spent all my tokens winning as many fish as I could.
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My first time camping with my husband was nine years ago. We camped on The nariel river enjoyed a cold beer while Adam threw a rod in the water and I relaxed on the stones on the shore with a good book. And if we were lucky ending the day with fresh BBQ trout and salad for dinner. It's where I fell jnlovd with fish, the river and my husband. I would love to make a fishing rid cover for adam from this fabric it's really special.
the summer camp i always went to had a full lake of fish. one summer in high school a friend that i had met that week and i took up a random obsession of spending our free time out on the lake fishing. it really is a good time of good conversation, but also not rewarding at all when you have to throw the fish right back. :]
i would love this fabric... maybe a cheesy tie for the mister in my life. or maybe for some little misters, because i can just imagine my nephew being precious wearing this to church on sundays. :]
My friend's kitten went fishing...she was awakened by screaming from her daughter's room and as she struggled to free herself from the bedclothes called out, "What! What's wrong?!" The tearful response, "Millie knocked over Mr. Fins' bowl and ATE him!" So sad, but also kind of hilarious.
If I won this fabric I would use it for a project for my fisherman uncle.
I remember catching sticklebacks with my dad one summer's day when I was about 8. We took them home, but they didn't live for very long...
When we were little, our goldfish living in my little sister's room. One day, she decided Mr. Goldfish needed to take a bubble bath and poured some bubble bath into his tank. After much gill rinsing by my mom, Mr. Goldfish made a full recovery. =)
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I think my first memory is of going to visit my aunt (about 5 hours away) and she had an aquarium with guppies that had just had babies. She gave us a bunch to take home and all but 2 died on the drive back. Those two didn't last long either. I was sorely disappointed.
When I was a kid (4ish) my dad asked me if I wanted fish for supper -I said 'yup' got on my rain boots and grabbed the fish next and my parents waked into my in the living room with a fish from the aquarium in the net (and yes they took a picture!)
My mom and brothers didn't like fish but my dad did, so I always ordered fish from Long John Silver's when I was growing up and felt sooo cool to be having fish with Daddy instead of chicken like everyone else.
When my sister was fishing with the family, she caught a fish and when my dad asked if she wanted to keep it. She said yes, and when he started braining it with his club, she screamed 'what are you doing?' She'd been envisioning keeping it as a pet. carrie dot hare @gmail.com
My husband loves to fish. I've been collecting fish prints to make him a quilt, and this would be an awesome addition to that.
When we first started dating, he wanted to take me fishing. The getting-up-at-four-am part was pretty awful, then we sat around in the cold and damp, waiting for fish. We've now been married 31 years, but he fishes alone.
My vegan sister in law is the only one of us who knows how to gut a fish, so we make her do it :0 Oh the memories :)
My son is 2,5 nad he is crazy about fish. Eating them, looking at them, touching them..talking about them...fun,fun,fun!
When I was about 8, my dad brought a huge salt water aquarium home from a yard sale. Since salt water fish were pricey, we didn't have much variety, but we had a little clown fish - the original Nemo - that stuck around for years.
My step son LOVES anchovies. He is 6. If he doesn't like what we made for dinner, he is allowed to have anchovies. Because he actually eats them.
Love the fishy fabric.
My uncle used to have a small aquarium with these tiny silver fish, the name of which Ive forgotten. Once, out of the blue, one of them started attacking the other, and was so brutal that soon I could see a little blood in the water....I was screaming the entire time, my uncle took the injured fish out into another bowl but it died soon...I vowed ever since that I would never keep fish as pets in my house, I just cant bear seeing them die!
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I remember fishing in Colorado with my family while we were on vacation and then wrapping our cleaned trout in foil and cooking them over a campfire. The best food is always food that we harvested ourselves.
I grew up fishing with my grandpa. I would catch the tiniest by snagging them with my impatience. Cast out, reel in, cast out, reel in. When I would catch my tiny fish, grandpa would just take them off and put the whole fish right on his hook. He would catch big fish off of my proud little catches!
That fish print is too cute! The one and only time I went fishing-I was about 7 or 8 years old. I excitedly swung my fishing rod back and the line and hook got tangled in my mom's long hair.....it's funny looking back and remembering but my poor mother. It's no wonder we never went fishing again.
my two sisters and I, we didn't fish much - I still won't touch slimy worms! I'm going to have to get over that soon though as I'm sure my 10 month old son will love fishing!
when i was little, my mom used to take my sisters and i to a pond to swim - and i can still feel the little fish that used to come up and rub against our legs. if we'd lay still and wiggle our fingers we could sometimes even get them to nibble. to this day - i'd rather swim in a lake with fish than a pool!
My grandpa would take us grandkids fishing. He would also pay us a penny a piece to pick up worms for his worm can after it rained!
Loved to fish out of a boat with my Grandmother. She would row us out to an area she knew was good fishing (I still don't know how she knew)She used a handline and taught us how to carefully lay the line out as we brought it back into the boat so as not to get into a tangle..but not being so careful I did make a horrible mess...I can still remember the age it took to get that line back on the cork reel. Taught me a good lesson or three about how to deal with knots. We always had a lovely meal of freshly caught and fried up fish and the aroma is in my senses and the delicate flavour is in my mouth as write. Served with crusty toast and homemade tartare sauce (her recipe) it was tres bon apetit.
When I was a kid my Dad and Grandpa would always take me fishing on the lake in northern BC. Now, I live on the other side of the continent from my Father. This summer, at the very end of a trip home for my sister's wedding, my Dad and I went deep sea fishing together. It was just like being a little kid again.
It's not exactly a "memory" but it's something I'm pretty excited about. In two weeks my husband is going to Uruguay on a "fish collecting mission" with seven other fishy friends from around the world. It's been on his bucket list as long as I've known him so I'm very excited that he gets to do this. They'll be collection aquarium fish in the Amazon. They have a tour guide, of course. Thrilling. And fishy.
My husband is an absolute fishing fanatic! We live in the great Pacific Northwest, so the fishing here is great!
The last time we went out fishing, we went salmon fishing in the sound. We took along our daughter, who is 4, and my 7 month pregnant tummy! :) Well, the fish decided to test my hubby, and we got TWO on the line at the same time! In all of the chaos, he ended up in the water, me trying to get the fish lines out of the way, and help him back in!
Definitely one of those, "laugh later" moments!
My brother always had a fish tank in his room when we were younger, and one day a fish vanished. We assumed the cat got it somehow. A few years later when he was moving out, we moved the dresser and found a completely in tact fish skeleton behind it. He jumped ship and we had no idea. Never smelled a dead, rotting fish either. So weird!
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I used to work at a resort near my house in Hawaii and my job was to teach children how to use mini scuba tanks and give them tours around a lagoon. It was awesome to see the expressions on their little faces through their masks when a fish would swim up close to them. I learned the names of all of the fish in the lagoon so I could seem really smart to them :).
We always go fishing at our summer cottage on the Great Lakes. We used to have an opening in our front dock where the water was about 2 feet deep and my dad would catch pike and put them in there. We used to love catching rock bass and feeding the pike. So fun! Now it's covered up as the water level fell :( Good memories though!
My first fishing memory is actually fishing for crabs. My uncle gave us all a chicken leg on a string. We ended up catching quite a few crabs this way.
My father didn't do fishing so my first time out was with a boyfriend. I still like fishing and can handle putting worms on the hook, but not the fish off the hook!
Usually my dad took my brother and male cousins fishing, but once he took my cousin Susan and me fishing from a canoe on a small, local river in Arkansas. Susan caught a rainbow trout. Dad was beside himself. We has no idea where this beautiful fish could have come from to end up in our river.
I used to fish with my stepdad at his lake house every summer. Such good memories. Now he can't wait to teach my son when he gets a little older!
My sister had these huge goldfish that did not like being relegated to their tank...they'd leap their way out of it on an almost daily basis. Maybe the water was too warm, too cold, or maybe they had yearnings for the vast and open sea? Who knows. But one day my sister walked into her dark room at night, on her way to bed, when we heard a scream. She had stepped on one with her bare foot. I think that was the end of the line for the fish tank in her room.
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when I was little, on one of our many camping trip, my dad was showing me how to clean a fish to eat for dinner. He found the stomach and said "let's see what this guy had for lunch!" Inside, we found a live and struggling minnow. I'll never forget it!
I do remember fishing with my father as a child! It was especially fun one year for his birthday when our whole family (my dad, mom, two brother and myself) took the small family boat on the beautiful canals in Ohio on a warm June day. I think our catch totaled 100+, but unfortunately they were all teeny tiny and we couldn't take any home! It didn't matter so much. It was just a very fun day to have spent as a family.
2 years ago, my Sweety was part of the staff for a "senior sports activities" day which included fishing. Of course, very kind seniors gave some of the catch of the day to the nice youngsters in the staff.
Sweety came back home very proud with 9 trouts, only to learn trouts were THE fish that his girlfriend of 2 years could not bear, not even touch... He did freeze them, but so far, none has reached the bottom of a pan (while more than half of them did reach the bottom of the trash can).
Lovely fabric anyway!
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I remember taking my kids fishing a couple of years ago while camping and being shocked and delighted that they would actually touch the minnows that we were using for bait! I thought they would be scared out of their minds!
I adore this fabric! :)
The first "pets" my husband and I had together were fish. We were so excited when our Mollies had babies!
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One summer my family discovered that a small pond nearby was stocked with bluegills. My siblings and I went fishing repeatedly and my mother was stuck figuring out what to do with all of those little fish!
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