Showing posts with label Half log cabin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Half log cabin. Show all posts

Monday, June 10, 2013

Off to the long arm quilter

 
 
Ready for the next stage .... off to the long arm quilter - Greg at House of Quilts.  I'm hoping he has a Scottish Thistle pattern :). 

I picked up a few border fabrics from Materialise and Sophie took a few photos to share on the shop's blog...click on the link to see some close-ups, along with another simple-and-inspirational finished quilt.  I felt very chuffed she wanted to share....

I am thrilled with the quilt and can't wait to see it through the next stage.  It changes at every stage. 

Making this quilt under a deadline has completely given me back my creative mojo.  My little head is buzzing with ideas, colours, patterns.  I can't tell you how energising it feels.  Like I've woken from a long long sleep.

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Getting there

Nearly done....just a few more rounds for the border.....

Monday, May 27, 2013

It's taking shape

It's morphed again....I just wasn't getting my groove on with the quilt. I was feeling really pressured to make a BEAUTIFUL quilt...I want it to be very special and I think I was trying too hard, getting all het up about it.  So I did some deep breathing, grounded myself, drank a cup of reviving tea and sat and reviewed the blocks I'd made and took stock of the situation :)  Finally clarity and direction.  I would revert to blue and white - my original colour palette, drop all the green and pink and yellow....pattern wise stick with my version of  a half-log cabin as I'm loving the pattern and it represents crop lines. I can still link it the farm, the woods and fields, a boy and a girl, some animals, the domesticity of life together - cups of tea.... I've decided to use about 5 or 6 hero fabrics and base blocks around them. I've use Liberty Birdsong, Elevenses and the Scandinavian farm - can't remember the name of that one for the life of me.... so far with another couple to come...here's a progress pic....



I've now done quite a bit more but you can see the jist of it above and now I"am totally feeling the love, the mojo is on and it is all systems a go-go.

I had a lovely weekend, mainly due to lots of time sewing, me thinks, with sprinkles of cooking and baking and an evening of musical theatre seeing Jersey Boys LOVED it! 

Upon reflection of my weekend,,,,I realise I'm so much more content when I am creating something.  Having a purpose (ie deadline) to making the quilt has given me full permission to totally immerse myself in its construction.  Which makes me wonder whether I'm not giving myself "permission" to craft away when I'm merely doing it for pleasure.  (Don't get me wrong this purpose is totally pleasurable).  I'm just wondering if my underlying psyche is that expressing myself creatively and indulging myself in pleasurable art forms is a very selfish act and I shouldn't spend my time so?  I must work, work, work...keep housekeeping up-to-date...see that there is food for everyone, run the household, and deny myself other facets of my life that make my heart truly sing. Again, I don't want to sound as though I  begrudge all that I do...I don't.... it's life and bits bring me joy...clean washing...Am I weird?  But is there an element of self sabotage at play here or some deep seated Presbyterian/fundamental religious ideology?  Fun is not right...seriousness abounds.  Only when the jobs are done can we allow ourselves to relax.  Sounds crazy as I write these words...that I think I need to give myself permission to enjoy myself????  OMG am I sounding like a  martyr!! Maybe I just operate better with a sense of purpose?  Apologies for the stream of conscious mad ramblings!
See what creative play time brings out in me!  :)


Thursday, May 23, 2013

and another block

I didn't have a lot of time last night...just managed some unpicking and this one block.



and here's where I found Tilly I couple of nights ago as I went to bed.  Sound asleep in the walk-in-robe. She LOVES wool. I think I've mentioned it before...but if I happen to leave a ball lying around, she never ever fails not to find it!  And here again - she has found my stash - I thought safely put away in the robe...she would have buried herself in the bag if she could have.  Remember she is totally blind and has been from birth...