the flying dutchman
Truly I had no choice. I simply had to go to the patchwork store with Mum today. Why? Because it’s miles away and in such an unknown part of Melbourne that she might not have found it on her own. And lets face it … it’s inside a tile shop … not the kind of patchwork store you see as you’re driving slowly by, hoping you haven’t gone too far.
Secondly, she needed fabric to finish off the beautiful crosses quilt she’s working on. All those crosses are made from jelly rolls and now she needed some lovely additions to make deep, pieced borders for the top and bottom to turn it into a single bed size quilt.
Thirdly, said patchwork store was having a 20% off everything sale today … clearly this needs no further justification … they had 20% off.
Finally, it’s patchwork fabric. I ADORE patchwork fabric. The very thought of Mum getting to play amongst all that fabric without me was too much to contemplate. And so the essay on chronic health issues and non-adherence to treatment regimens among disadvantaged and vulnerable communities, that is due in on Sunday at 11.59pm (what an extraordinary deadline), got shoved to the backburner. Perfectly reasonable? I reckon so.
Not only were there thousands of bolts of fabric reduced by 20%, there was a table tucked away in a classroom with large bundles of fabric reduced to silly prices. Like this here green – oh my! It’s even my favourite shade of green! Very, very useful – will go with everything in my stash.
Just in case you didn’t notice the price tag – here it is again. $14 for 3.75 metres of fabric. That’s extraordinary for Australia! Even Julian would have felt compelled to hand over the money for that piece of fabric. Surely :-) Besides it went so nicely with all the shades of spring bulbs I had picked out. Perfect grassy background for all that spring prettiness.
After much pondering, I thought the Flying Dutchman block would be a nice way of showing off these sweet oranges and pinks. I’m thinking of scattering them in amongst the green. Not lining them up neatly in a grid. Just scattering them, with more in some parts than others. So I turned my back on the essay for a little longer and tried just one.
Which made me then think … Flying Dutchman + spring bulbs = tulips. Of course – they’re tulips in the grass. Which made me think … Flying Dutchman … oh my. It’s a quilt that remembers Robert, my father in law. Him being Dutch and all …
So I hunted around on google for some photos of tulips in the Netherlands … just to make sure I had the right look in mind … not hard to find …
… and I was especially taken with this one. This silly lovely photo made me think of you Charlene … tulips for your Dutch love … with a funny little dog because they make you laugh so … I couldn’t find a nice one of a field of tulips with a pair of crazy Jack Russells :-) but I know you’ll enjoy this one. A cheeky grin and mischievous eyes from amidst all that gorgeousness.
So peculiar … not once this week did it cross my mind that I should make a special quilt to remember Robert. I’m not sure Robert was really into quilts … and his favourite colours were black and maroon. Not colours I use much in my quilts. But when I pressed flat those seams on my Flying Dutchman block and thought of all those beautiful tulips in the Netherlands, I shook my head laughing. Realising I had done just that … started a Robert quilt.
Don’t you find quilting is a bit like that? Each time I gather my fabrics – pulling some from the stash, adding new pieces here and there – I find myself telling a story that reflects just what’s going on here at Bootville. Just what’s occupying my thoughts at that moment. Turning into patchwork colours or designs I’ve seen in my travels, realising I want to capture this particular season, or stitch a quilt that will be extra special to someone close to me … encompassing what it is they love or need at that moment.
Yes, it’s all about capturing the beauty of life, isn’t it?