We escaped for a few delightful days of playing on a beach in Suffolk, sniffing the sea air, and pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. It was marvelous. Switzerland is a wonderful place to live, and raise a family, but it certainly doesn’t have the sea. Mountains are all very well, and I don’t like to complain, but…
While we were in a little rented flat on the seafront, the only quilts around were those I drew in the sand. I was surprised by how much I missed the cosy cuddly feel of a quilt around me as I read, watched television (A rare treat! We don’t have one…), or slept. There is something special about snuggling under a handmade something when the wind is howling.
I stitched a little by hand in the dark evenings, and did some embroidery with the children. I was very touched to be using my ninety-year-old grandmother’s embroidery set: the wool, book and material that she passed on. “I won’t be doing that anymore”, she said simply. So we all gave it a go. My little four-year-old son embroidered “Granny” for her on some canvas. He did a lovely job, sticking his tongue out in concentration (and of course I forgot to photograph it before he gave it to her)! I was very proud of him — it should of course have been “Great Granny” for him, but that is a bit of a mouthful, and longer to stitch. She is Granny to us all.
On a market stall, I found some great fabric for making more bags, should I ever wish to try to make one again. Now if only I could remember if I need to add interfacing if I use this sort of canvas-plastic-stuff? Probably not for the airplane one? I’ll ask the girls tomorrow night.
To celebrate this marine theme — and to recover from losing the sea and returning to the moutnains — when the small people were finally asleep tonight, I basted a baby quilt covered in seagulls. The (Tula Pink?) birds and anchors came from the delightful Miss F, in a fabric swap during Patchwork in the Peaks.
This little quilt will be for a friend who just had her third baby, a little Miss E. I make it a rule not to always produce a quilt when friends breed. I wouldn’t want to raise expectations (or fear and dread?!), and so instead I just give a quilt when I really felt like it. But, secretly, I set myself the challenge to always make a quilt for a third child. Such children, I have decided, destined for endless family hand-me-downs, deserve a nice specially-made gift at the outset. Now it turns out that two of my friends in Geneva are now in this happy situation, so what seemed like a rather empty promise is getting real. Time to get squiggling on this one. But not tonight.
Happy sewing! JJ