This afternoon was the perfect time and perfect weather to head out into the garden, quilt tucked under my arm, to stitch in some ends. And there were a few. When I began quilting this sweet quilt, the top thread kept breaking. Initially there was a hmph! I rethreaded the machine and took off again. Break. There was a little more than a hmph this time. I changed the needle, rethreaded the machine, fiddled with the tension, adjusted the plate covering the dog feed … and took off again. Break. This time there was cursing for sure. I pulled the quilt out. Wondered if the new needle had a burr, so changed it again. Got a new reel of cotton … and took off again. Break. Oh this had me hopping mad. Each time I would get another few centimetres – enough each time to think, oh it’s okay now and then … break.
I was so batty with frustration I unscrewed the stitch plate – pulled out pieces of fluff and blew furiously into it to dislodge any other bits of fluff. I took off again … break. Thankfully, this time, I pulled out the bobbin case and there, THERE! was a big lump of hard fluff wedged between the bobbin and the spring in the bobbin case. I pulled it out. Re-assembled my machine and took off again … and it worked.
Sigh! So there were that many ends to sew in, as well as the usual number from the bobbin running out. Never mind. It was such a lovely afternoon, sitting under the tree, a gentle sea breeze cooling me down after a rather hot day. A silly fluffy dog dancing around me – she’s obsessed with catching spring flies which she then tries to roll on. Contented chickens making sweet little sounds. I could see the husband in the kitchen cooking up a big batch of French Onion soup – there’s rain and cold forecast for the end of the week. And the daughter laughing away as she related a school tale to her dad.
I am sooooooooooo enjoying these weeks between classes and placement. It is just bliss. So many lovely hours in which to do things around the home. So many projects being finished. So much time with Julian and Abby in which I don’t have to feel guilty that I’m not reading for tutorials or researching for essays. Just being. And creating. And beginning the preparations for Christmas and summer. Yes, it is bliss.
You might remember, this quilt was supposed to go onto the blue checked blanket. Well it didn’t fit – too big! And so, I had to dig through the stash to find another – this quilt of blue crosses is very long. Thankfully, this lovely old green plaid blanket was just right. And this afternoon, as I stitched and snipped, it seemed to hold in it all the rich greens that surrounded me. The lush green of the grass. The sun kissed golden green leaves of the branches that drape against the shed. The dark green leaves of the tree above me. The pale green, almost white of the curry plant nestled amongst the herbs. Lots of lovely summery green. Just right for my wee Australian gumnut babies.
And where’s this quilt of blue crosses living – why on our bed, strangely enough. It would seem that Julian – who had absolutely no interest in May Gibb’s beautiful little squishy bottomed gumnut babies – really likes the striking geometry of the blue. It has a lovely crisp summeriness to it as well. Just right for now.
As for the “quilt holder” below – well, that’s a project/treat for tomorrow. I’m so looking forward to it :-)