There is no sun yet, so yesterday’s white magic attempt to lure Springtime with bright quilting seems to have failed. Little things are however popping up, and our “garden” seems to think it will be sunny someday. There is hope.
Meanwhile, when not invoking the spirit of Springtime, my ongoing Dead Dad shirt quilt is shaping up. I suppose it will ultimately have to have another name — but the gruesome humour kept me from busting into tears when I was sewing it. It’s almost coming up for six months ago that he died and I still miss him horribly, even if the uncontrollable tears are getting better.
I was going to add borders to this quilt, but I have decided that keeping it as a small lap quilt for daily use might make sense for my mum, if she can bear to use it. So now I just need to think of a suitable back… and then quilt it. Loopy-loops, probably. I wonder if I can finish it for this weekend? But then my pile of exam and paper marking is growing and will no doubt keep me busy into the evenings, so probably not.
Pink shirt, stripey shirts, those two pairs of pyjamas he never wore but kept just in case, and then some pretty Provençale fabric from their French neighbours’ market stall. It’s amazing how much fabric is in a shirt: these are only the sleeves of shirts, and I still have a huge bag-full of cotton. What shall I make next? A squarey one for me, probably.
Happy sewing! JJ