See, I found this beautiful range of dotty fabric at Gail Bs. It comes in about 30 different colours. Of course, I would have loved some of every colour, but the purse was light so I bought just a few of my favourites – reds, oranges, yellows and pinks. I adore these colours – they are so full of rich and cheerful life. They sing of happiness and warmth – two things I know I thoroughly enjoy and you probably do too. So the more I stitch with them, the more I have around me, the merrier I feel :-)
I chopped them up into little squares with the black for the teacloth quilt and oh they looked so pretty – like licquorice allsorts – and there were a few leftover – so I kept chopping until I had enough for a nice square of 11 by 11. I stitched them up then tucked them away into the “currently-working-on” basket, unsure of what to do with them next.
A little mat would be quick and easy but there’s a limit to how many spots they can be used – specially since Julian’s not a big fan. A centrepiece, on point, for a larger quilt would be lovely but would require so more fabric.
And then, this week, I decided to just throw on some lovely spring green borders and turn my luscious little squares into yet another cushion. I love cushions – don’t you ?!
Then there was the quilting. I am trying to break out of the squiggly-wiggly. I love how it looks and all, but it is nice to be a bit adventurous and try to expand the skills.
So I did … big squiggly wigglies! Which – when I looked at them from the back, look just like Hattifatteners! Without the arms. And thus the Secret Hattifattener Society Discovers Licquorice Allsorts cushion was born.
… and picked up those pink loops through the blanket stitch.
The crochet took longer than the rest of the cushion. Round and round and round. But totally worth it … and finished just in time to catch the last of today’s sun – which, I might add, didn’t make an appearance until after 4pm this afternoon. Fickle thing.
Oh I know I’m blowing my own trumpet – but aren’t these colours just beautiful! Last week’s Spring Meadow cushion has that lovely soft spring look – like a delicate English garden just peeping out from the frosty cold. This cushion is hollering a tropical gardening tune at the top of its lungs!
And here it is, in its new home, on my rocking chair, in the newly arranged front room – which I mightily adore …
Of course, I wouldn’t fit onto the rocking chair with it :-) That’s the funny thing about me and cushions. I don’t actually like sitting with them. Abby loves them – squishing them up under her elbows or hips, or behind her head, or resting her drawing pad on them. Mum wodges them behind her back for extra support.
Lucy would carry them around with her, if she could. Fu – she likes to prop herself up against them – as if she’s posing for a French classical portrait. Julian – he’s the king of squashing them up.
But me – I like looking at them … they are my little feathery seat warmers and then, when I sit down, I push them to one side or prop them on the floor. Silly huh!