:: quilted zinnias ::
There was a whole lot of quilting this weekend past … and oh it was good. With my free motion foot on, I twirled and looped round and round and round until every last square inch was covered with winding little trails. I even added the binding. I even hand stitched the binding down. I even stitched in all the ends – well, almost :-) Finishing a quilt is truly a lovely feeling, isn’t it! And so, I give you :: quilted zinnias ::
I finished this quilt top last week? I think so. I’d started it months and months back, and many a time, its strips of fabric and half made blocks were tidied back into a small neat pile on the sewing table without too much progress. Then last week, with a spare morning at hand, I plunged in and finished it, not sure what I was thinking of when I conjured up this block design and even less sure I liked it.
But now, looking at my finished :: quilted zinnias :: with it’s outlandish Kaffe Fassett centres, a fairytale like botannical design with lovely large bugs, a favourite Denise Schmidt peachy pink (yes, I bought 6 1/2 metres of it when it was 30% off – yes it features in my :: seagulls :: – expect to keep seeing it here and there), and the perfect green border of Heather Ross’s Snow White …. I LOVE it.
:: quilted zinnias :: seems to tell the story of Snow White’s forest with her merry little dwarves – but wander farther into the dense green forest and you will find yourself in an enchanted floral bower of Lewis Carroll dimensions. With all my favourite richness and warmth of colour. Mmmmm …. can’t you hear the buzz of the bees and smell the heady sweetness of the blooms hanging in the still air.
Quilted onto a blanket of course. Pure wool, vintage onkaparinga. Fabulous greens aren’t they. Funny story about this blanket. I have two other vintage green blankets but both were too narrow for this quilt – it needed a double bed sized blanket. And there – at the Salvos last Tuesday, was the perfect one. However, there was also a frail elderly gent hunting through the hanging blankets. He asked me if I could read the label on one he’d picked out – he was looking for pure wool blankets. The one he’d chosen was one of those tufty ones – I’ve never met a pure woollen one – so I took a closer look and sure enough it was acrylic. Now I had this green checked one tucked under my arm and didn’t really want to give it up. So I helped him sort through the rest to see what we could see.
Eventually, we found two more suitable candidates – both Onkaparinga – a plain caramel and a plain mushroom pink, both with immaculate satin bindings. Oh he was so chuffed and told me how he’d always had woollen blankets as a boy and loved the heavy weight of them – couldn’t stand these modern doona things :-) He hoped two would be warm enough. I pulled the green checked blanket out from under my arm and laid it on his pile, pointing out that it too was an Onkaparinga and would keep him lovely and warm.
“Oh no love!” he said, chuckling, “Oh I wouldn’t want to come home from the pub after a having a few and climb under those green checks! I reckon they would MAKE me feel sick! No, these two are just right for me. You keep that one. And thank you for your kind help.” And off he went.
And here are the :: quilted zinnias :: in situ. Adding their lovely richness and warmth to the front room. Now I just need a cool night so as I can snuggle up under all that green check. ’Cause it is indeed just right for me :-)