A great treat to be back in a chalet in Morzine, in the French Alps, sewing sewing sewing. Finally. Nothing beats a retreat to carve out time and mental space. Some projects I brought along to work on since the theme this time was “finishing up”. #Peaks9
This was is only a top for the moment: baby and toddler clothes too stained or worn to pass on or save, fused to the fabric. I will anchor them down when I quilt it.
This is know as “The Chicken Quilt”, started last year in Tuscany. But it’s a monster to quilt!
This is the back of the Hexy quilt. I got bored about sewing hexagons by hand, so I appliqued them to a background and let it evolve. Now I love it! But it is a bit odd… The back is made from whatever I had at hand!
The rain pitter-patted all night on the roof, but I was cozy under the zany coloured quilt that I quilted last night. I put the binding on this morning. Crazy colours, hand dyed fabric between the patterned squares (a pile of rather badly-cut Kaffe Fassett squares sold as a set). I think it will be perfect for cheering up my new flashy but very stark office at the university.
I also finished the so-called Chicken Quilt, but didn’t end up basting it since the linen I had chosen turned out to have a wierd waxy coating that I am not sure will wash out. Very scrappy, made using bits of fabric that had been lying around for too long unloved. It might need another border at the top perhaps? But it’s getting very big… Some of the chicken fabric is from one of my former lovely doctoral students! So kind.
What fun we had! Even the cat obviously really likes it.
Back to the Real World now… But first: Ms G’s two chickens! The deserve their moment of fame too.
Happy sewing! JJ
Quilt camp is a rare once-a-year treat with precious friends: no classes, nothing planned, just a big bag of ‘well I might feel like making that’ projects, spontaneous meals, dress code: pyjamas, and lots of sewing. No frills, but great company and lots of laughs. Just what I need before term starts up at the university.
We have descended on Ms G’s lovely house in the French Alps not far from Chamonix, all children safely tucked up with respective partners elsewhere. Bliss, I tell you. The Clever People are planning classes to teach at the next amazing Patchwork in the Peaks retreat. I’m just having fun! And pretending not to see the amazing things they are planning.
This cat once accepted to sit on my knee but otherwise just seems to prefer ‘ironing’ my works-in-progress. It obviously has excellent taste. Two skittish chickens in the garden warm my soul and make me feel the loss of my own Tuscan flock less keenly.
I started and finished a baby quilt for a gift. Hush. A study in how to quickly make a quilt using bits of a jelly-roll.
Quick, sweet and easy, with a dead simple pieced back.
Now, what next? Tea!
Happy mooching! JJ
A summer of moving furniture, pets and people backwards and forwards, and back to Switzerland. Children adapt so easily, me not so well. But I’m starting to feel settled back into crazy work routines. Sewing machine unpacked too, in a tiny little nook. That is good. Chickens left behind in the kind care of a good and faithful friend.
Happy beginning of term! JJ
When you really should be packing up to move back to another country, but you can’t really face it on your birthday, you can always just grab a sewing machine and quickly appliqué that half-finished paper-pieced top onto an old sheet, and declare it a modern quilt, right?
I just couldn’t face moving it around anymore in its current state, but I didn’t want to work on it anymore either. It might just turn into something snuggly after quilting, I hope.
In any case, it will simply be DONE. Made from recycled sheets, mostly, largely from a swap.
And now, on to packing. Or, more sensibly, to bed.
Happy finishing! JJ
Nothing like picking up fabric and thread and just mindlessly sewing.
“Mamaaaa? What are you making?” ” I have no idea”. totally stalled on all real projects.
I was floating the idea of organising a quilting retreat in an idyllic place close to here next summer, with Ms E of Busy Needle Quilting and Ms C of Littlest Thistle. I wonder if anyone would want to join us? Colours, places, views, crafts: there is so much to inspire quilters in this blissful corner of Northern Tuscany! Any takers?
Wouldn’t this make a fabulous pattern for paper-piecing and appliqué?
Happy dreaming, JJ.
I understand why farmers never go on holiday: we just spent half an hour retrieving escaped chickens roosting around the garden, at midnight, after four days away in Rome. The schools had closed for local elections, and tomorrow is a national holiday. Thankfully the children missed the drama as they fell asleep in the car and had been carried to bed on arrival.
Chocolate (one of our chicks from September, now a champion layer with a very fluffy bottom) was found roosting on a pile of wood, soaking wet since Mr T had been watering the parched vegetable garden. Tosca-the-champion-layer was in a self-dug burrow under a hedge, sitting on a secret nest of nine eggs. Those two cheeky chickens had obviously been ganging up on our kind neighbour who was meant to be paid in eggs for his efforts of feeding them all! Brownie-and-her-two-chicks were pathetically nesting on the ground, as she had obviously failed to get them into either coop. She was risking all for them, dear thing. The only other time she got locked out, in a violent winter rainstorm, she had flown up into an olive tree. That time, we found her the next morning, very very wet, still in the tree looking petrified. At least this time she was sufficiently dopey to allow herself to be caught, together with her precious two chicks. Che avventura! But all pets, thankfully, alive. The guinea pigs, left to fend for themselves with an insane pile of home-grown garden hay, seem to have eaten most of it…
Still, thanks to a painter in the Vatican museum, we are now assured that there are both guinea pigs and chickens in Paradise. This being the Garden of Eden, they apparently do not fear foxes at night…
Now, to bed. Safe, like all my animals. JJ