the napping quilt
Forgive me all the photos – the golden afternoon light, the glowing warm red of the brick wall, the lush grass, the cheery blue of the chair … it was all so pretty.
This is the napping quilt. I started this six years ago – I think it was a fat quarter bundle of a Moda range – Mother Goose. I found it last year – some of the pieces sewn up, many not. I laid the pieces out on my bed and for some reason, the soft squishy colours and occasional glimpses of sweet nostalgic children made me think of it as a napping quilt. So napping quilt it is.
I finished the blocks. Put them back on the shelf. Pulled them back out a few weeks back. Stitched them together. Added some borders – mostly reproductions – they seemed to fit just right. Pinned it out. Quilted it – squiggly, wiggly onto a beautifully soft, pretty checked vintage blanket. Bit repetitive, aren’t I :-)
Then last weekend, after Julian flew away to Ireland, tucked myself into the corner of the sofa, the napping quilt squished cosily around me, and stitched down the binding.
As for this fabulous red brick wall – I have driven past it several times a week for the last four years. Always admired it but neither thought of stopping. And then, this week, noticed a special magic as the autumn afternoon sun soaked into it. So today, I left early for school pickup, and stopped a while. My quilt, my chair, my camera – and the magnificent wall.
Such fun – as I pootled about with the napping quilt and my blue chair, cars slowed down to watch. One fellow actually stopped and when I had finished a moment’s fussing called out to me. Wanted to know if it was my quilt. Told me his wife sewed quilts and had him take photos of her quilts for her. He thought my quilt looked lovely against the wall. Another young woman – with a huge dog in her passenger – stopped, called out hey, watched a while, smiling, then drove off with a wave. I do love that when you do something a bit unexpected, strangely enough, it draws you closer to people.
Now, the napping quilt is back on me bed. I’m off to join it. We’ve had a very dramatic start to our weekend – poor wee Lucy got a shard of her nightly chicken wing wedged in between her gum and her molar – we weren’t sure there wasn’t an obstruction further back, so rushed off to the after hours vet. Poor Lucy was crying and trembling and doing a very funny thing with her mouth. The vet was wonderful – found the shard straight away – you wouldn’t believe the effort that was required to pull it out – with pliers. I honestly thought the vet was going to tumble backwards. No wonder it hurt. But the minute it was out – if only we spoke doggle, we’d have heard Lucy say “Well thank goodness for that!” She gave herself a thorough waggle all over and was ready for home. She’s fine now and snuggled up on Abby’s bed, snoring. Phew!
Hopefully the rest of the weekend will deliver a good dose of loveliness – lots of making planned, a trip to the shops, Abby’s cooking me curried prawns for supper tomorrow night. We may go to the movies. Perhaps a bookstore. Some last minute knitting to two more jumpers. Good stuff. But first – there’ll be a sleep in under my napping quilt.
Wishing you a lovely weekend too, dear folk!