I have a soft spot for fabric lines. I don’t have to make the effort to co-ordinate colours and patterns. This was one of those lines I couldn’t resist. I bought a layer cake, a charm pack, and a couple yards. I separated them into blues and purples. (Of course I want the latter for myself …) I’ve wanted to do a sampler sort of lap quilt for some time using pinwheels. I made them using the 5×5″ charms and bordered them with strips from the layer cake fabric. Throw in a few modified nine patches and a couple log cabins and voila! Very pretty. I titled it “Song of Solomon 2:12” chosen for the flowered fabric and flower quilting. It gave me a chuckle, people grabbed a bible to look up the verse and then asked, where are the turtledoves?!
This one I donated to our church’s annual bazaar. It sold. A congregation member purchased it as a baptism gift for her new grand-daughter.
Song of Solomon 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Yesterday was the first wedding I officiated in my new congregation. It was a long and lovely day. The bride looked beautiful, the groom handsome, and both, very nervous. Both are quite shy, hating to be the centre of attention. Their vows were barely a whisper. They got through it and the second highlight was the piper leading them out of the church.
I had been working with them towards this point for over a year. It gave me time to sew them a quilt as a wedding gift.
I designed it with two different blocks, Bridal Path and Honeymoon, using the colours they chose for the wedding. Repeating hearts was a theme through their engagement, only made sense to quilt it with hearts. The Quilty Guilt did a lovely job.1 Corinthians 13:4-7 4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
I’ve posted a number of pictures showing the progress of the postage stamp quilt. Once it was complete, I realized, I didn’t like the corners. That meant only one thing, change! Change is time consuming, and tedious, and well, takes energy to alter what is already done, or already appears to be just fine. It means reordering, and adjusting the way things are to something a little different. The utilitarian purpose of what ever you are changing may not change at all, but the overall experience and perception and pleasure derived from the total package may change a great deal.
I contemplated changing the corners of this quilt for almost a week before deciding it had to be done. And then, although very pleased with how the first one turned out, took another three weeks to finish the other three. Re-dos are not a top priority. Partially because I’ve been sick with the worse cold in three years. And changing it meant ripping out five seams, removing two blocks, cutting sashing (too short the first time), and then repositioning said blocks and resewing the seams. I’m so glad I finally got it off my plate today.
I think the corner application on the right looks MUCH better! Often the smallest of things can make all the difference.
Mark 16:5 As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.
It’s taken a long time to finally finish this quilt. (See here for progress reports) First I had to take all of the predominantly red blocks out to suit the recipient. Then I struggled with the borders. I’ve been in the process of a move, that delayed attention to this project for six months. The recipient saw the progress recently and chose the fabric for the border. Wouldn’t you know it? I didn’t quite have enough. Typical. I designed blocks for the corners, that reduced the length of fabric I would need by 40″ and I decided not to mitre the strips, saving another sixteen plus inches. Whew, a little more than enough to border the quilt and eventually bind it. The corner blocks are bigger than ideal, at least they served the purpose and still are in keeping with elements of blocks in the main body of the quilt. I am declaring this quilt top, done.
Psalm 144:12 May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars, cut for the building of a palace.
2015 arrived and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had not quilted since June, 2014. Six months! No fabric! No cutting mats! No sewing machine!
December 4th we moved into our ‘new’ home. A 1947 character bungalow, big windows, hardwood floors, big back and front yards. The kitchen is updated but the bathroom upstairs NEEDS renovating.
Once everything had been moved in and we had unpacked most of the necessities, I started searching through fabric boxes for something to work on. I really don’t have the room to get at UFO’s at this time, so I started a new project, of course! I have always wanted to do a postage stamp quilt and one of the first boxes I opened was a box of 2″ squares and strips. Decision made!
When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you collect?” They said to him, “Twelve.”
The Mystery Quilt is quilted, bound, washed and in the dryer on a very low setting. Tomorrow night it will be one of the silent auctions at a fundraiser for youth. The binding was hand stitched on this morning as I watched the Canada – USA men’s semi-final hockey game at the Sochi Olympics. Our boys dominated. It was a good game, worthy of being a final game for gold. Our women won gold in hockey against the USA yesterday. A nail biter, we were trailing 2-0 with four minutes left in the third. They tied it up with less than a minute to go, and scored a beauty to win in overtime.
A seminary classmate recently became a Canadian citizen. We exchanged comments on facebook the day of his swearing in. He said he felt conflicted over which country to cheer for since he now has dual citizenship. It got me to thinking about loyalty and what binds us. He has been an American all his life. We graduated from seminary at the same time. He had married while he was studying and recently he and his wife were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Are relationships the glue, the possibilities provided through education opportunities, the ability to build a good life, freedom to make choices, love? What is it that forms and shapes our loyalty and love for country. Is it nostalgia, because this is the place of first breaths and discovery of the world’s wonder, the taste of fresh wild strawberries, the sound of the robin’s praise from the top of the maple tree bright with spring green leaves? Is it learning the national anthem through a daily repetition with classmates, to swim in clean, cool waters, to fall asleep to rain’s gurgle and drip on the roof? What is it that spawns patriotism?
Proverbs personifies loyalty and faithfulness. There appears to be some chance that they are fickle, able to forsake. Somehow we are to bind them to ourselves, absorb them into our being and live them for life abundant.
In life’s marvelous quirks and twists, I flip over the corner of the quilt for its portrait and I am reminded of maple leaves. “God keep our land.”
Proverbs 3:3 Do not let loyalty and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.
It’s been some time since I have felt up to giving some attention to this blog. Sorry about that. I’ve missed reading those blogs I follow, and those who follow me. Things were quite dreary for some time. I was diagnosed with hypothyroid and located a cyst in my breast all at the same time of dealing with the grief of my dad’s death. I am now on thyroid medication, it has helped with the depression symptoms, but I am still quite tired. Another round of blood work at the end of January will determine whether there is actually any stabilization of hormone levels.
On top of everything, we have had snow. LOTS of snow. It’s beautiful, serene, pristene, glorious. It brings extra time in getting ready to go anywhere. It involves brushing all of it off the vehicle, shovelling out the driveway, the sidewalk (otherwise they won’t deliver your mail), the steps into the house. December broke the record for snowfall for that month, over 100 cms. Compound those challenges with only seven hours of daylight and it is not surprising so many people suffer from S.A.D.D.
I didn’t sew much from September to December either. The interest just wasn’t there. I did manage to get a small banner completed for the lower hall at the church and two banners and two banner tops in yellow and white for the times in the liturgical year that call for those colours. I will get pictures up in a future blog. Promise.
This little project was originally a panel that had a variety of Christmas/winter images. I fussy cut all the images and reassembled the Christmas ones with some filler colours.
Merry Ukrainian Christmas, btw.
Luke 2:10-1110 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: 11 to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord.