I am gradually reclaiming my sewing space. It had been taken over by marauding artists and overpriced pop up shops. Six year olds can be very tenacious shop keepers. Consider the shot of my cotton to be a sample of the general mayhem that had taken over.
I'm getting down to making winter coats and started with trying to find the right blue thread. There had to be one in there somewhere. And so, the sorting began.
To be unusually pedantic, I like any top stitching thread to match as closely as possible. I also have had too many Saturday afternoon ruined by running out of thread that I always buy two of the colour I'm using, just to be sure. And that is how I justify having an awful lot of thread.
This is how the cotton was shaping up after 15 minutes. Double ups are on the outside -yes that really is 4+1 of the same shade of dark purple.
All the coloured loveliness, back into the drawer...
And of course the blue thread ready for my next project. Sometimes, it really doesn't take much to keep me happy.
This little quilt started well before the winter olympics. As we watched, the more we saw of the costumes and wonderful patterns below. The more we saw, the more this little quilt had to be finished.
|Sochi Olympic pattern from - http://www.graphicart-news.com|
It was made with the help of my Monday night quilting friends. Each person made the triangles for a different colour, before it was finally sewn together. It should be winging it's way to a new home and cot very soon.
You see, each one is a little broken. Some chips are obvious, some cracks only show up when the cup is full of hot water. I could call it perfectionism, but really it's a matter of safety. Once when catching my mother throwing out a china cup, she explained that chipped wine glasses are fine, decadent even, but anything broken, holding a hot drink, is just dangerous.
Rather than waiting to fill these teacups with wine, ever the engineer, I'm on the look out for a ceramic drill bit. I believe these will make a great collection of bulb planters. I can gaze again at the cheerful colours while sitting around a pot of tea with good company.
My apologies for the lack of recent posts. My work hours have unexpectedly increased and as a family we are still finding our feet in the shifting sands of new routines. The crafting adventures continue. They are as essential as breathing, yet the writing is taking a back seat.