Sunday, 19 May 2013

Catherine's Hearts Quilt - Oriental Style.

A year ago, or so, one of my best friends, Lisa, expressed how much she loved a demo wall hanging at our local quilt shop, Stitch. It was unusual in that it featured multiple layers of heart shapes on contrasting fabric.  I didn't think much of it at the time but when visiting Stitch again more recently (who am I kidding, its a regular thing!) this time with another friend, Viv, it again came to our notice. And there was a class coming up to teach us how to make it! It just seemed like fate.

Unfortunately Viv could not join us on these dates but two weeks ago Lisa and I braved the winter weather and went to the first session, of two, and got underway. This is a never fail quilt - it looks fabulous in any colorway, and in any combination. Lisa is doing a variation in circles, not hearts, and has gone with a delicious modern combination of contrasting greys and oranges. I saw it laid out on her carpet last night and it looks smashing!  I am so jealous. I have such quilt envy. I felt the same way when she used a mouthwatering combination of pink, orange, red, white and yellow fabrics for the hexy quilt class we did last year. Sigh, she has such a great eye for colour!

Mine is being made from fabrics I already had in my stash, a mix of beautiful oriental fabrics with the contrast being plains. I am very pleased to finally be using these as they have been sadly ignored for far too long. I also unearthed some Oakshott cottons that I am loving the look and feel of with the shimmer of the gold outlines on the oriental fabrics. And, of course, once I use up these stash fabrics I will have room to buy more...

Our quilts will end up being very different but the experience of sewing them together, in class and during the past few weeks, is hugely satisfying and treasured.

As always, there is a lesson in this quilt that can be applied to life in general. For me, I think it is to embrace going slowly. I tend to want to rush things and that is simply not possible on this quilt as machining smoothly around those heart curves takes time (I found this out to my chagrin after speedily sewing some very angular looking hearts that I ended up having to unpick.)  My speed setting is now firmly on the tortoise rather than the hare!

Look! 17 down, only 130+ to go!
Catherine's Hearts Quilt is created by cutting a templated heart shape out of one fabric and laying it over a square of a contrasting fabric. You then cut the back out of the square in a heart shape and sew that on top. Once I've finished sewing the second heart in place I'll slice the blocks in half through the centre of the heart and resew one side to another block, and sew on, and sew on. The other lesson in this quilt is that you cannot plan it - that just does your head in. You have to simply pair up the first plain and the first oriental you come across, or whichever contrast combination you've chosen. It's that mix of randomness that makes it. As a control freak, I find this challenging but ultimately rewarding. I will post a picture of the completed quilt top in the next week or so.

Je pense que je Turning Japanese

Quilting is such therapy!

Lumiere de Noel is a gorgeous French General range in taupe's, creams, whites and reds, that I fell in love with a few years ago. It's a mix of toile pattern and florals. According to The Warp & The Weft, French General's blogthe large floral print is right off of an old quilt they bought in France in 2009 at the flea market in Toulouse. It certainly has an old world essence to it.

Layer cakes are so easy to use it almost feels like cheating.  I've simply sashed each 10" square with coordinating turkey red and taupe fabric from the same designers.  I'm loving the franco/oriental feel - it's rather like a Japanese screen.

The only tricky part was getting those seams to line up - I finally had to resort to (dreaded) pinning.

I've some other French General red fabric that has a motif on it in dark burgundy that I am bordering it with and then it will be done - once I finish snipping all my threads off the back! Fortunately my slippers make a handy catch all as I sit in front of the fire, snipping away with my little Fiskars, whilst watching the baking channel.

Voila! All this in just a weekend.

Farewell Flashy

It is with great sadness I write this post. Three weeks ago my beloved Flash (seen here in the arms of my nephew) used up the last of his nine lives and was killed by a car on a wet Sunday morning.
To say that I am bereft is an understatement, despite still (most gratefully) having Zorro and Lil' Fluff.

Flash was exactly as his name describes; larger than life, exuberant, always showing off, affectionate, demanding, agile, maddening. Perhaps not the super hero his name envisaged but, as brother to Zorro and Lil' Fluff, he was a bit of a clown, outgoing and inquisitive. He loved lolling amongst Forget-me-knots, so much so that he would come inside covered in so many biddy-bids that he looked like he had a case of the measles! He was not a great fan of the brush which was a pity since his fur was abundant and prone to knotting. He adored to be stroked though.

And he loved his plastic water bottle caps. The particularly good ones could be batted around and lost under a piece of furniture within 20 seconds. Others took longer to lose and would be rediscovered noisily at 2am! He was also a lover of nature, particularly small birds and Monarch butterflies - which he liked to catch and bring inside rather worse for wear. (Not to eat, you understand, just to play with!) He loved the rain and would sit outside on the fence until saturated, then come inside to loudly demand to be swaddled and rubbed down with a towel. He loved to photo bomb, especially when I was trying to photograph a quilt. He was never so happy as to be the centre of attention, especially if that meant lying about on someones shoes, and he was a greedy guts who quickly polished off his own food and then went looking for that of his litter mates if they didn't eat their s quickly enough.

Fond of waking me by licking my nose, (once I had immediately gotten up and fed him!), he would happily come back to bed and lay on my bare arm with one paw stretched out toward me and snooze. This was our cuddle time. He liked to be fur to skin. Found to have a heart murmur earlier this year, in February he had a nasty clot that left him momentarily paralysed. He recovered but there was always a concern that he would throw another clot and that, as a result, his life may not be a long one. Sadly, I had no idea it would be as short as it was.

The last time I saw him, we played together with a toy mouse on a stick as he lounged in front of the fire. He purred happily then went outside about 10pm to gad about the neighbourhood and never returned. The next morning, someone left him in the garden next door and our neighbours kindly buried him for us. I have never asked where and I am glad I don't know as, for days afterwards, I was tempted to run and dig him up for one last pliant cuddle. It sounds macabre but he was always so soft and cuddly and I missed him so much, I just wanted one last moment with him. Of course, I realised at the same time that the gentle soul I grieved for was gone and all that was left was a husk, so I did not act on the urge and as time has passed I am able to remember him with fewer tears. The tears are falling as I write this and I will not forget him and the unconditional love we shared. He gave me such pleasure even though, right now, there is such pain. The love of a pet is a wonderful thing. I feel sorry for people that don't understand it and have not had the opportunity to share in both their life and their death, for both are sides of the same coin. I understand now that our furry friends are only ever with us on loan. I am so grateful to have had time with this gorgeous creature. I miss you every day, Flashy.
Another one of Flash's favourites...corn on the cob!

I am also grateful that the Magnificent Mr Zorro (lover, not a fighter) and Lil' Fluff (pee pot, grumpy girl and evil genius in training) continue share my life. They have their own personalities and bring me joy every time I see them. They do not seem overly bothered by Flash's demise and are away on a mini-break at the Cattery whilst we have EQC repairs done on our house. As a result, and the house is cold and lonely without their furry presence. I visited them the other day and they were well settled and relaxed, if not pleased with me. Lil' Fluff actually yelled at me and then went and sulked in her sleeping box, bristling with annoyance. Zorro, whilst periodically distracted by the doves roosting on the roof above their pen, purred loudly and head butted me before climbing up to his perch on a furry rug to keep an eye on those noisy birds. I'm sure he thinks they are very stupid. This week they'll be moving to a room with a view of the garden. They both love to bask in the sunlight and I'm sure the antics of the peacocks, doves, exotic chickens, miniature horses, ducks and geese on the property will keep them occupied - not to mention the numerous cats boarding with them.  I suspect when I finally pick them up in several weeks time that they will miss the menagerie.


Lil' Fluff