With the house almost all packed up, yesterday was time for me to tackle the sewing shed – with Noah and Mum’s help – far too big a job to dare on my own! Oh my. For many years now, the sewing shed has not functioned as a PLACE to sew. Instead it’s become the Tardis of all things stitchy. I confess there’s been many a day I have simply stood at it’s door and THROWN the stuff in. You can tell.
Hours were spent pulling stuff out of drawers and cabinets and half filled boxes, sorting it all into some semblance of order – there are now wool boxes, fabric boxes, trim boxes, vintage linen boxes, must-open-straight-away boxes (there’s a silly number of them!), boxes for the opshop, and a small wheelie bin full of “for goodness sake! why on earth did I keep this!”
There were many ooooohs and ahhhhhhs as we rediscovered things that hadn’t been seen for years, and sighed over treasures we completely forgot we even had. But the loveliest moment came when we found a pile of colourful quilt tops and unfinished quilts. Some quilts that hadn’t seen the light of day since leaving Brisbane 6 years ago!
It was so lovely remembering when and where I’d bought the fabric, where and with whom I’d sat and made it, what we’d been doing as a family at that time … Quilts are especially marvellous how they hold all these memories aren’t they.
This huge lovely was inspired by an antique quilt. I started off sewing each block by hand but quickly became impatient with that! I have had a go at hand quilting it, but once we get to the farm, I shall be whipping those clumsy stitches out and getting stuck into it on my big sewing machine. I think it will look so tranquil and pretty on our bed in our pale blue-grey room.
I bought the fabric for this quilt with Julian – one quiet Saturday afternoon at the Quilters’ and Embroiderers’ store when they were still in the little old cottage in Auchenflower. Then went straight home and sewed and sewed and sewed and sewed! It’s crazy bright – Mum would like it for one of her spare beds – perfect!
I was especially excited to find this vintage tumbler quilt. I whipped it up one winter’s day – and long into the night – when we were living at Mum’s before we moved to Melbourne – and then it vanished into the box of never-never and I had absolutely no idea what had become of it. Look at that border! Look at all those wonderful reproduction fabrics! So rich and pretty. It too is in the pile to finish lickety-split. It will be just lovely folded on the end of our bed for cosy naps :-)
I remember starting these crazy star blocks in our little tumbledown house in Norman Park and finally putting them all together with the offset sashing at Mum’s. Now I’ll have to track down some white with green spot fabric to finish the borders and then it needs a lovely border like the tumbler quilt I think – maybe instead of “bowls” I’ll do “balls”. They will be stars and planets.
Now this pretty four patch was the first quilt I made in Melbourne. Most of the fabric came from the stash but I think I ordered the large squares of bird fabric from the FatQuarterShop. Very gentle and sweet, this one is. However the crooked lines of machine quilting are rubbish! So I’m paying Noah to unpick it and then I shall start again. It will be lovely for our caravanning guests.
Oh the Sunhat Quilt! This was stitched up in a couple of days, using fabric all from the stash, on Mum’s back deck in Kangaroo Point. The frangipani was in full bloom, the air was sultry, the sky brilliant blue, Noah was on school holidays so there were lovely days of friends coming to play and lots of laughter, and every afternoon we were oh so glad when the seabreeze came tickling down the hallway. It just needs pinning out and it’s ready to quilt!
And this sweet little number – truly, I have no recollection of ever starting this. But hey, I love the fabric and colours. So into the must-open-straight-away box it goes.
There’s nowhere at Wombat Hill for a dedicated sewing room – Julian says he will one day build me a little studio, nestled into the trees with lots of light, and waist high built in shelves all the way around. In my dreams it also has one of my lovely hard-rubbished vintage sofas upholstered with woollen blankets, the perfect sewing table with space for several people to sit around making, and a little wood burning stove to keep us cosy over the long cool months.
Julian says this dream is a few years down the track but I don’t know about that! There is just so much fabric, a little studio may become a necessity!
(Did you hear that, it was Julian roaring with laughter ;-)