Remember the May Gibbs fabric? I made pillowcases and laundry bags, fat quarters and goodies were posted to a lovely reader, and I even tried putting together a block that by the end of the evening I hated.
Then the moomin quilt didn’t fit the blue and cream checked vintage blanket – entirely my fault – I’d cut a strip off it to make the Christmas Gingerbread Bunting. So then, in spite, I made it even smaller by cutting more off to make the Lighthouse Hottie Warmer.
And then Abby scolded me, telling me that the blue and cream checked blanket was in fact the cosiest of our blankets and she thought I needed to make it a quilt, measured to fit exactly what was left and stop chopping it up.
So I did. I pulled the May Gibbs fabric back out. Added a delicious blue floral that I’d bought to bind the Moomin quilt. Became smitten with a glorious quilt the wonderful Mrs. Schmenkman treated us to a glimpse of on her Instagram account. And with Julian away and university almost finished for the term, set to making blocks.
I thought alternating the blue crosses with red ones would be lovely. Abby disagreed. It’s her quilt. We stuck to blue.
Then, with three strips of 6 completely sewn up and the last strip only missing its last two blocks – all because I cut the final piece of sashing at 10 1/2 inches instead of 13 1/2 inches and it was too tricksy to get the scraps back out of the cupboard and cut another piece – well of course it wasn’t, but you know how you get into a mindset – I neatly folded the May Gibbs / Blue Cross quilt and have admired it ever since as it has hung over the arm of the barley twist armchair.
Then, on Saturday past, I thought it was high time the last two blocks were added. So stitched a piece of correctly sized sashing to the second last block. And then neatly folded the quilt and put it back on the armchair. I can’t remember why. I can’t even remember what I did on Saturday night. Did I knit? I might have knitted.
So today! I unfolded the quilt, laid it across the sofa and pulled the two remaining blocks out of the huge pile of fabric that has mysteriously gathered on the living room craft table. Except that there weren’t two blocks, there was one. And I knew there were supposed to be two. And look! You can see in the photo above, there are TWO blocks missing. I knew I had sewn the sashing onto one of them on Saturday and now it wasn’t there. It was 2.37. I had to pick up a little one from school at 3.30pm. I wanted to finish this here quilt and photograph it before the thin, cold sunlight disappeared and share it with you tonight.
I scoured the house – frantically. Muttering Hugh Grant’s wonderful poetry from Four Weddings and a Funeral – you know the part when he’s in the teeny weeny car with Scarlet and they’ve missed the turnoff. Could I find that block!? I could not. At this point, if he’d been home (thank goodness he wasn’t) Julian would have hooted with laughter and exclaimed – “Of course one little quilt block is not jumping out at you! The whole house is camouflaged with quilts you silly woman! I’m amazed we can find anything!”
So with four minutes to spare, I ripped the May Gibbs scraps back out of the cupboard, hunted down the leftover blue floral – of which there was only one strip, the rest having been used to bind the Lighthouse Hottie Warmer – good job Lily! – and cut out another block – having to remeasure one of the original blocks because I could no longer remember the dimensions of each piece. As for the combination of fabrics – the other twenty three blocks were carefully constructed with the hope of achieving the right balance of fabrics. I couldn’t have cared less about this block and guess what!? It doesn’t look any different to the others – there’s a lesson there.
Then it was off to school to pick up the wee one. Home again for afternoon tea and homework. And somehow, I managed to find an opportunity to finally stitch those two blocks onto the last strip. Actually, it was simple – I offered the little one a chance to watch a little bit of The Borrowers with Abby. Hey! It’s classic literature – in film form. Yes, that’s how determined I was to finish this quilt. I bribed a small child.
I laid the quilt back out – evenly this time – and guess what. THE MISSING SECOND LAST BLOCK WAS THERE ALL ALONG – ATTACHED TO THE BLOODY FOURTH STRIP! As my Nanny would say – Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What an idiot! I must have added it on Saturday when I stitched on the sashing. See – have a look! When you line it up properly there is only one block missing – not two :: huge forehead smack ::
The light outside was disappearing fast. The sewing was speedy. The ironing was patchy. The fourth strip was pinned and added. Three borders were hurled on. The light vanished. The child needed a bath. :: deep sigh :: I had to declare defeat.
I laid the quilt out in the dim, golden light of the bedroom. Fu liked it – she promptly climbed on and settled down to sleep.
Now – it’s neatly folded awaiting its final border. I think I know where that is. Maybe I should pin it to the fridge.
As for you, dear folks – at least you’ve had a glimpse :-) There is a May Gibbs / Blue Cross quilt here in Bootville. It’s just about finished. It’s lovely. The girlie loves it. There’s a blue and cream checked blanket waiting for it.
As for me? I shall go to bed :-)