I made a quilt this last week. From beginning to end. All the ends are stitched in. It’s washed. Dried in the sun. Now lying on my bed, waiting for me to hop in and snuggle down.
( btw – the strange black blobs you can see smooshed across the quilt are actually the shadows of our oak tree branches )
It wasn’t very tricky :-) Mum and I went out to Gail B’s last Tuesday to find the perfect fabric for a quilt she’s making for a lovely old family friend – Jill. Jill requested the colours of the sea and sun – she lives at the beach. We knew we’d find plenty to choose from at Gail’s so off we trotted. And you know – how could you possibly go to a patchwork store with so many bolts of gorgeous fabric and not buy any?
Well I can’t. I tried really hard. Truly I did – I even had several bolts of Tilda’s new range in my arms and then put them all back But whilst Mum was having Jill’s fabric cut (there were 18 bolts to cut from) and I continued to browse, I stumbled across this old Alexander Henry fabric called “Indochine”. Oh!
I adored the colours, the patterns and the beautiful girls – they remind me of paper dolls and I want to make outfits to wear like theirs. So I bought 1.6 metres and then figured it would be better to buy more – its ALWAYS better to buy more – so bought another 1.6 metres and Mum and I figured that she could also buy 1.6 metres and then we’d split my second 1.6 piece down the middle lengthways and then each add the half to our whole piece and voila! We’d both have a lovely big square panel.
Mum, of course is going to be terribly clever and good and make her pieces match. I am terribly bad and just whacked mine on.
( that there’s a needle – nothing as easy as identifying loose threads that
haven’t been finished off and stitching them in whilst
the quilt is hanging in the brilliant sunshine on the clothesline )
We didn’t buy any fabric to go with it at Gail B’s. Thought we’d drop into our lovely friends at Darn Cheap for that. And sure enough we found this fabulous swirly fabric – by Alexander Henry no less, but printed several years later – that was the perfect perfect perfect match. And a gorgeous lipstick red for a wee frame. I love Darn Cheap :-)
In the narrow red stripe I practiced some linked circles – some turned out a wee bit wonky but hey! I’m getting better! I might even try a recognisable shape sometime soon.
( our tree is so luscious this spring – and thick and humming with bees – that I have to keep including it – swoon worthy it is – and if you KNOW what it is,
do let me know – I haven’t a clue. )
On the back – why a vintage blanket of course :-) It’s a double bed size and I hardly had to cut a scrap off. Well a little bit – but what I did will be perfect for the lovely Spring banner I hope to make tomorrow.
I do adore how the quilted stitches embed themselves in the wool. So pretty and so very very very tacticle. Love.
And here it is on the bed. Perfect!
You know – here’s a dreadful confession for you – since Julian’s been away and I’m still waiting on grad offers (next Tuesday at 9am!) and distracted beyond belief – I’ve moved on from crossword puzzles and computer mahjong, and have been frittering away the hours reading … Regency Romance Novels. I know. I know. It’s dreadful. They are dreadful.
But wonderful too in that dreadful kind of way. Truly! They are almost like Jane Austen – same era, same kind of characters, same clothes, same balls, same phaetons … but of course the writing is very different and there’s all this stormy romance!
I read some aloud to Abby last night – she was rolling on the floor, clutching her stomach, gasping for air she was laughing so hard. I know. They are a bit like that. But anyway – they are passing the time and I’m now in love with Colin who appeared to be a rake but was really deliciously honourable, and want to come back in my next life as Minerva the sharp tongued geologist who despite her blue stockinged ways was actually wonderfully witty and passionate. Of course she was!
However, it has made me think that Julian needs to work on his Regency romance skills so tonight, when he told me he missed me, I demanded that he describe what he missed. Now any good Regency rake would be able to do this – they wouldn’t even need prompting – and I waited with bated breath for something similar to the knee weakening descriptions I’ve been reading the last few days – something lovely about my hair, or my eyes, or my voice. What did he tell me … he missed my new quilts.
What! What! My new quilts!!!!! Geez Louise! I’ll have to lend him “A Week to be Wicked” so he can get some tips from Colin on how to make a lady swoon.
I replied – I don’t know if that’s very romantic. You tell me regularly that quilts aren’t really your thing! He explained – Ah but I love your creativity.
Oh … well that’s a little bit better :-) A bit like when Colin told Minerva how much he admired her dedication to dirt, digging and fantastical lizards.