I’ve got a pretty broad range of fabrics in my stash and what I make reflects that spectrum. I have an equal opportunity (and era) stash. However, I do love hand sewing and since I love paper piecing hexagons I thought I’d give it a whirl with some different shapes and historic fabrics.
I wasn’t prepared for all those ANGLES. I can stitch hexagons in my sleep but the octagons and coffins (my word) were a new ball game. To make matters worse, I PAID FOR THE SCRAPS so I couldn’t ditch the project. No, I am not insane – they are the gleanings from late 1800′s – early 1900′s quilts that have been rescued and conserved by loving professionals. In some cases, entire portions of the quilt had to be removed and the surrounding fabric was lovingly harvested and sold for around $8 a bag. To a good home, you might say.
I bought a bag of the scraps just to touch them, to study up close and personal how those fabrics were made, the stunning colors and intricate designs. They just breathed life. I didn’t know what I would do with them until I hit on the idea of paper piecing a little something to go on my end table. (Okay, probably under glass, I spill a lot of coffee.) I felt compelled to gently hand wash them, let them air dry and used the survivors in this bit of piecing. I like the idea of giving those very old fabrics a very new life. The gold connecting squares and the border fabric are not old, just reproduction fabrics in the same color family. Even though from now on I will probably stick to hexagons, I really like this little bit of a thing and can’t wait to see it finished.
I’m dry as a bone – word dry, inspiration dry, imagination dry. I’m blocked on every level and it doesn’t look like that will change anytime soon. This is doubly unfortunate because the holidays are upon us and the decking of the halls (which I normally LOVE) has just left me……meh.
I have been trying to come up with something for our quilted holiday village at work. I decided to go rogue and do a quilted igloo (what the heck - it’s a house, too, right?) but it just isn’t happening. I wanted it to look primitive and sincere but I think I’m getting more of a “what were you thinking” kind of vibe. I might caulk the joints with some pearl cotton embroidery floss, that might pull it all together, but until I do I’m not even going to attempt to finish the entrance/door block. It could all be for naught.
I’m bummed that I’m not in the usual pre-holiday groove. Granted, there are some serious family issues going on right now and I feel like I have been hit by a grain truck, but I really wish I could find the trigger to get my hands going on something. I always feel better when I’m sewing or embroidering. Maybe I’ll pop in the movie ELF – that always makes me smile, and maybe it will jump-start my engines. What do you do to get yourself out of a rut? I’d love to hear from you.
Design Wall Monday has been preempted by Stay in your Nightgown Monday. The 2010 Lowell Quilt Festival is in the history books and I’m taking a day to decompress. While the festival closed on Saturday, the museum is open on Sunday and it’s one of my ‘regular’ work days. I woke up Sunday morning wishing I could take a roll of duct tape and strap a couple of puffy pillows on my feet and call them shoes. (Probably not advisable to attempt the one-hour commute with pillows strapped to my feet. ) I could also use an IV drip of ibuprofen for sore muscles. Bonus – I’m sporting a large BUO (bruise of unknown origin) on my right forearm, pretty attractive since it is too hot to wear anything with long sleeves. Really attractive. Yes, today I need to stay home in my nightgown and just…..cocoon.
Between the ramp up to the festival and the actual three-day extravaganza the days are long and the hours are demanding. A good friend managed to get me two nights at a very reduced rate at a Holiday Inn near the festivities. I’m never one to complain about hotels (I think we stayed in one twice during my entire childhood) but I think I’ll be writing the management on a few issues. Namely the following:
- Why do you put the coffee pot in the bathroom? DO NOT put the coffee pot in the bathroom. Do you have any idea how gross and disgusting that is? I get the dry heaves just remembering it and I don’t need to pay for the privilege.
- Touch up paint. Buy it in bulk and apply it generously because it makes a big difference. Lotta bang for the buck.
- Put a sign in the hallway that says, “Unattended children who repeatedly run screaming up and down the hallway will be shot on sight.” If you don’t have the stones to do it, leave a BB gun in my guest bathroom. (Hey – then you could move the coffee pot to the far corner desk in the sleeping area. Think about it.)
- Doors to the room should not only lock securely but they should be actually CLOSED. This picture shows (I turned off the room lights) just how much room was between the door and the door jamb. Color me paranoid but I don’t feel all that secure when you could swing a cat through the crack in the door. The one along the bottom was even bigger. (Note: apparently not big enough for them to slide a copy of my bill beneath it (enabling rapid checkout) but I’m guessing big enough to slide under a Sunday edition of a newspaper without having to expend much effort.) Just sayin’.
All of that and more is why today is going to be just for me. I’m tired – mentally and physically. I need to be left alone for a while. I want to soak up some quiet and take a ridiculously long shower and do girlie stuff like scrubbing and buffing and putting nice moroccanoil on my feet and sliding them in to clean, cotton socks. I want to be pink and fresh and centered. I’m going to snooze, read, pad around in my socks and let the world turn without me. I’m always better after I do, and that makes life easier for everyone around me.
PS – I will also be enjoying as many cups of coffee as I like, from my coffee pot that is not located remotely close to a toilet.