- Woke up to sunny skies, hang the clothes outside to dry, rain, brought the clothes in, sunny. Typical.
There's somebody upstairs sanding and re-painting the windows. They're all open and the house is a fridge.
- Talking about fridges... mine doesn't drain (who knew fridges had drains?) so somebody is coming tomorrow to fix it. More money down the drain, literally.
- No 3 started karate yesterday. So cute. For now.
- If anybody has seen No 2's shin pads can they please tell me where they are? Can't find them. My fault apparently.
- Oh and I lost my new 9mm circular needles, the short ones. I need them to knit the Cullen cowl in Quince and Co Puffin yarn. C'mon, own up, who's taken it????
- My farmer's daughter never-ending quilt is slowly growing.
(don't look too close. The quality of some of those blocks is just shocking... but I find it impossible to use the templates and get accurate results - yes, I do change it to 100% etc. etc. - so I've taken to do them with foundation piecing method whenever possible. or simply doing a little math. I don't think I'll make ALL the blocks either... but we'll see)
- what an awful photo. I apologise. It'll never happen again.
- It looks much better than this.
- Mr M and I are popping into Stockholm in a few week's time... any suggestions for cool shops/art galleries/things to do?
Day two of the holiday, approx. 2hrs after writing my last post (where I said things were going ok?...), No 3 started running at full speed... looking backwards... the exact moment he turned towards the direction of travel... his head collided with the wall. The edge of course.
I heard the noise from downstairs. Then silence. Then screaming.
Then two hours at the hospital.
The cut was quite deep but remarkably it didn't bleed much at all and they didn't stitch it but glued it.
I'm sure he thinks he's quite the dude at the moment.
On a much happier note my mug rug got to its destination:
front and back
Hope you're all well... I know must go and remove No 3 from the trampoline!
A few years ago my cousin, who used to work in the fashion industry, would occasionally score some sample fabrics and pass them on to me. I never complained. It would have been rude to do so.
The best of the lot by far was an excellent pile of shirting material; the moment it arrived I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it... of course it took me a couple of years to actually do it, but that's a story for another day. Perhaps I need therapy. Who knows.
The quilt is made of simple 6" squares with flashes of solids here and there. (48" by 48', enough for a little almost 6yrs old).
And a bright red binding.
The very thin wadding combined with the smoothness of the fabric makes this quilt so light and soft that it's a real pleasure to use.
I'd like to take full credit for this design but I must own up to the fact that I remember seeing a similar number a few years back and haven't been able to forget it. I can't say who/where/why/how, and if anybody knows I'd like to give credit where credit it's due... It was so long ago I can't even say how similar or how different this is.
In the meantime, No 3 is very happy with it and that, after all, is what counts.
So we get to the last day of school and instead of being a day of joy and celebration my kids are furious with me because I didn't take them to the lido.
Furious. No 1 is staging a hunger strike. No 2 is giving me the silence treatment (if only he knew what a treat that actually is!!)
In my defense can I say it's 15C (59F) outside and raining. Hard. The rain does stop every ten minutes or so but then it starts again and my idea of fun is NOT freezing my butt off under an umbrella in July watching my kids getting pneumonia whilst swimming in a non-heated outdoor pool. Apparently I'm alone in thinking this.
Call me spoil-sport, I can take it.
On a better note my two weeks intensive UFO elimination programme has had good results: still to show you are No 3's sofa quilt, a new camera strap and a 'mug rug' swap. As soon as the weather improves and there's enough light to take decent pictures I'll show you all.
My Farmer's wife quilt is going great too. Only 87 blocks to go. (That sounds awfully depressing, doesn't it?)
I'm also half-way in a linen crochet 'scarfette' for wanting of a better word on a day I feel positively brain dead. (Do you ever wake up in the morning without having the faintest idea of what day of the week it is? That's me today)
What I can show you however is my latest pattern design in issue 31 of SEW HIP magazine (in the shops now)
That's mine that is.
NOT the baby (cute though), you doughnuts!
Although it's been so long since I was commissioned it that the gestational period would have been the same. I could have provided them with quilt AND prop!
Also in the same issue is a block I had designed for their mistery quilt but for some reason they didn't attributed to me... doh. (Not very happy about it)
I better go and see if I can make peace with my offsprings now... otherwise this could turn out to be a looooong summer indeed.
(Attic Windows, block 1 - it's not how it should be, had to add border after trimming it the wrong size. not a good start and I'll probably re-make it)
I blame Krista and Tracy and all the other bloggers who are sewing away in this quilt-along.
(Autumn Tints, block 2)
And I love the story of this quilt too; (from the book) in January 1922 the editors of 'The Farmer's Wife" magazine asked their readers if they had a daughter of mariiageable age, would you want her to marry a farmer? They offered prices for the best answered too.
(Basket, block 3)
94% of farm wives stated that they would, indeed want their daughter to marry a farmer.
(Basket Weave, block 4)
The winning letters were then published in a small booklet and excerpt from most of these letters are published in the book and made for a charming read of a world that is no more.
(Bat Wing, block 5)
The author Laurie Aaron Hird created a quilt made of 110 ten blocks inspired by these letters. An old fashioned sampler quilt which totally lends itself to modern colours and fabric too.
(Big Dipper, block 6)
I love mixing the traditional with the modern. Yesterday with today.
And so now I'm forcing myself not to obsess too much about these 6" blocks because let me tell you... they do take over your mind!
- When I was younger - so much younger than today (name that tune) - I wanted to be a doctor (I also wanted to be an actress for a while, I used to parade in my grandmother's fur coat around the sitting room imagining I was a famous and glamourous actress) (I also went through other phases: architect, ambassador, intrepreter... ah the power of dreaming was stronger in those days). Anyway, I wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon to be exact. Somebody gave me Christian Barnard's biography and I was hooked.
Life didn't turned out quite that way - and that's ok by me - but I've always been fascinated by the human body; I'm not squeamish and that is just as well given I have a child who breaks bones every other month or so (touch wood here).
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but bear with me.... ah yes, I'm reading a very interesting book at the moment: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. If you're looking for something different, and you're interested in medicine/ethics/human stories, this is the book for you.
On the same subject I was totally bowled over be the Genome Quilts (Val these are for you!). First saw them here. What an amazing idea. Makes me want to try it... The artist allocate a particular block to each gene and then followed the genetic sequence to make a quilt. Genius. Wouldn't it be amazing to know your own DNA and make YOUR individual quilt? Seriously cool stuff.
- My kids last night ate giant cous-cous. Might be ok/normal/everyday stuff for you, but we're talking a serious event around here. New food? Wow. I might even get them to try aubergine in the next 12 months at this rate!
I love aubergines. Eggplants. Melanzane.
- I found this gorgeous Swedish vintage cup (Rorstrand) in a charity shop. Nobody is allowed to touch it.
- I found this lamp deep deep into the garage. I'd forgotten all about it.
- I used to store (hide) my ironing pile in a huge basket. Not a good idea because it could hold so much stuff it was depressing to look at and tackle. So I bought a smaller one (and prettier too) with the idea that it would get full quicker and I'd do my ironing more often.
Ha Ha. The problem is NOT with the basket size.
- No 2 has worn No 1 down and they agreed to swap rooms. Do you think running away from home would be cowardly of me?
- What has two legs and bleeds a lot? Half a dog.
(Apologies, it comes from living with three boys....)