red and white gothic
A finished quilt. Yipee! It’s only taken 18 months. Sort of. I remember working away at this quilt on Mum’s back verandah very diligently, then it was packed away in a moving box and hidden in the sewing shed never again to see the light of day. Then, last week, Abby had her school atheletic’s carnival and the theme for her house (Stella – red) was “Sleepover”. Perfect – she had her red cat in the hat pyjama pants and red long sleeved t-shirt to wear, all she needed was a red quilt. She asked for one – honestly! She wanted a quilt for her and her friends to spread out and sit on. Hmmmm ….. I seriously wondered whether I could whip up a red quilt in the same week I had two essays due. Thankfully I remembered this beautiful Red & White Gothic – but wasn’t sure how much was still left to finish.
I had visions of it being a huge amount of work – not so, thank goodness. There was a wee bit of quilting to be stitched in the bottom right hand corner and then the binding to add. Given my time poor status, I did not drag my way through all the boxes in the sewing shed, looking for a good piece of fabric for binding. Nah, I called into Amitie on my way to the greengrocer and found the perfect piece there (“she’ll find any excuse to buy fabric!”, my family wail, shaking their scolding heads!).
Now, this bit of quilting and binding was finished in the wee hours of the morning before Abby went to the carnival, and in a cranky, sleep deprived rush to get to bed, I used a red thread to sew down the binding. I don’t like it. It stands out too much. It needs to be pink. I know I often declare myself capable of living with all manner of oopses – but this one, it’s on the list to rip out and do again. Just offends me everytime I look at it.
Apart from that – I am ever so pleased with how it turned out. I ADORE the fabric!!! So pretty, so striking – and a wee bit Adam’s Family! I haven’t seen anything by Jane Sassaman for ages … just called by FreeSpirit’s website to take a look and they’re listing “Garden Divas” as her latest – haven’t seen it anywhere – have you? It’s lovely – very kaleidoscopy with more moths and spiders and birds. I bet Ms. Sassaman reads A.S. Byatt, don’t you think – she seems to have that same Victorian fascination with insects. I’ve got some more of the Prairie Gothic in the sewing shed – not this colourway but the black and blue, and a white with a large overall floral pattern in that crewel work style. Yum! I’m not sure what I’ll do with it yet – I need to pull it out, look at it for a while and then hang out at the patchwork store to ponder what might look good with it.
The design – I can’t remember what inspired me – will have to check back on the blog when Julian fixes it. Have you noticed that you can only ever see one page of any category or month on blockaday at the moment? There doesn’t seem to be an option to go backwards. This isn’t Julian’s fault – he didn’t design this blog layout – but he does assure me he can fix it. Good man – get to it. I do love the jagged-ness of the red zigzags – they complement those spidery legs nicely. And they seem to be quite the thing at the moment with Happy Zombie’s fabulous zigzag quilt showing up on every lucky soul who went to the Spring Quilt Market’s blog. Of course – hers is a bit more complicated and extra lovely in that gorgeous fabric of hers, but my old red and white gothic still has a zig and a zag so despite its age, we could pretend it’s all part of the in-thing :-)
The quilt was greatly appreciated on the day of the carnival – it was a bleak, windy, cold day and Abby reports that she spent most of it wrapped up in the quilt. It’s that blanket backing – a physicians blanket, guaranteed to keep away dangerous chills. Now it is sitting here on the armchair for our cold winter evenings, ::shiver:: and it’s cold. Before the sun vanished this eve, the wind whipped up (those weather folk tell us it’s coming straight from the antarctic), the light shivered and grew green, and then the rain came, slow and plodding at first – kindly giving me time to dash outside in my slippers and whip in the washing from the line. Now it’s thick and drenching, and the sky is oh so dark as the trams and cars whoosh by, rushing to get home. Very wintery indeed.