The stack of material at right is the sum total of 9 hours of work; measuring, ironing and refolding my backings. My feet hurt! It doesn't look like much, but there are 274 metres of material there, in 53 pieces. It looks like I'm right for backings for the next 53 quilts I want to make....

There are a lot more pieces to deal with, but I will work on it over the next few weeks rather than all day every day. It's tough work dealing with such long lengths; they average out at 5 metres each. The longest piece I have is 6.7 metres; I think that's enough for anything I can imagine.

It's been fun re-acquainting myself with some of these; I tend to buy backing lengths on sale, and stuff them away in drawers and not look at them again. Some of them are so beautiful I'm thinking of upgrading them to the good fabric storage, because they're too nice to waste as backings.

This is all such a time-waster, when I could be doing other things, but I enjoyed it so much. I at last feel in control of a small portion of my stash. And I decided I'd be much happier with my material if I could gloat over it and see what I have, like Bonnie and her stash. My FQs and small pieces can stay in the drawers, but I want the long lengths stored where I can see them at a glance. I'm making plans for the perfect stash-cupboard...

I haven't achieved any sewing of late, but I've cleaned up and sorted and achieved a lot in the way of organisation, so I'm happy about that. I will be ready to go back to sewing in a few days time once I've finished the clearing up.

My flying geese quilt that I showed a few posts ago was made from 3-D flying geese; it was super easy, and the added fabric layers make it extremely warm. Check out this site for instructions; my blocks were 2" x 4" finished. I also constructed it QAYG, so it was ready to bind as soon as it was pieced. Got to love that.

AS I cleaned out boxes I discarded a lot of stuff, and then cut it into 10.5" squares for my pieced backings. Once again the lid won't fit on the box, so I guess I'd better find a bigger box, or piece another backing. I love how this is using up my ho-hum fabric; once it's pieced I quite like it again.

If you find any spelling mistakes, blame it on the Merlot, a cheeky little drop from the Hunter Valley; I don't think I'm fit to be in charge of a rotary cutter tonight....

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Happy birthday Meredith!

Our birth story had a happy ending because of the efforts of two women; Sister Lewis and Flockie, the attending nurses. The two doctors present were GPs, not obstetricians, it was a difficult birth, and Dad wouldn't let them sacrifice one life for the other. They must have thought they had done all they possibly could do. And when the doctors gave up, and left events to unfold as they would, these two nurses kept trying. In those days the doctors were treated like Gods, to be deferred to in all matters, and the nurses practically curtsied in their presence. So these were strong-willed women to carry on. Sister Lewis kept working on pushing Meredith back, with Flockie looking after Mum, and finally they were able to free Mereth enough so that she could change position and be born.

Sister Lewis and Flockie delivered many hundreds of babies in our town, over several decades. They were skilled and dedicated women.

The question that occurred to me was, if they all thought Mum would die afterwards, why was Dad left in the waiting room, instead of being by her side? Hospitals were institutions in those days, and the rules were everything. If Meredith had died Mum would not have been allowed to see her; it was standard policy then, not to let mothers even catch sight of the babies they lost. It's hard to comprehend now, but that's the way it was back then.

And our Maternity hospital would not let a child under the age of 16 into the waiting room, let alone a ward. Children carried DISEASE, and were to be kept away. They had a point, when whooping cough and measles and chickenpox were endemic.

The doctor told Mum that we weren't identical, because we had separate placentas, but they were wrong. Up to a third of identical twins don't share the same placenta. (I just googled it and found out even more useless information...) And our heartbeats were so synchronised that the doctor could only ever hear one heartbeat.

These photos were taken when we were in our early 20's; we look pretty identical to me...

I would much rather have a baby now than at any other time in history. My Gran, who had 10 living children, would pack her suitcase when she knew the time had come, and walk across the railway tracks to the midwife's house, about a mile away. There she would have the latest baby, with the help of the midwife who had no qualifications except her natural gifts, and walk back the next day carrying both the baby and the suitcase (and 8 of those times it was a baby boy she brought home). In my family the women have nothing kind to say about my grandfather.....

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This is the one day of the year when I'm a year older than Meredith.

We have two older brothers, and Mum was quite happy to leave it at that. But she knew that Dad wanted a daughter badly, and so they decided to have one more baby.With six weeks to go she went to the doctor and he felt her stomach and said "I don't know, all I can feel are feet!" An x-ray confirmed there were two of us, and she and Dad and the doctor stood in the street afterwards looking at our first photo and laughing. For a long while, every time Mum and Dad caught each other's eye they both exclaimed "We're having Twins!"

Mum went from the doctor's office to the sewing machine shop, where she arranged to trade her treadle machine in on a new electric Singer. She knew she couldn't sew for two babies with pedal power!

She was 36 years old, with sons 13 and 3 years old. For all she knew, we could have been boys too; it must have been a suspenseful month until we were born, two weeks early. (If we were boys we would have been called Derek and Warren...)

I suppose Mum thought she knew what she was in for when she went into labour with us. After 8 hours I duly arrived. All seemed normal, until it became clear that Meredith was transverse breech, severely so. She was jammed with an arm out, head and shoulders stuck sideways. Time dragged on, and the doctors couldn't turn Meredith, or do a caesarian because she was so far down. It's hard to imagine the panic it must have caused in a small country hospital, with no-one knowing quite what to do. At one stage they said to Dad, 'You have to choose between the mother and the baby, we can't save both.' And Dad exploded with anger and roared 'Don't be so bloody stupid, you'll save them both!'

After 36 agonising hours, and thanks to the dedicated midwives who wouldn't give up, Meredith finally arrived and was whisked away into a humid crib. Mum, after receiving 8 units of blood through the labour, was parked in a private room to die. She was lying there, drifting away when she heard some people making a noise in the corridor. A nurse scolded them into silence 'There is a woman dying in that room, have some consideration!' When it occurred to Mum that they were talking about her she thought 'Dying, ey? I'm not about to die!!' And she started to fight her way back to life.

We heard that story a lot of times, and it never fails to amaze. A day and a half is a long time to be in complicated labour, a long time to wait to be born, a long time for an anxious father. I guess I was the only one who had it easy.

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I went to the library today and borrowed some knitting and quilting books, and this art book. It's called Blue and Yellow Don't Make Green, and it taught me an awful lot about colour the first time I read it. It's meant for artists wanting to mix their own colours, but I find his idea of 6 principle colours instead of three primaries really useful when choosing fabric colours. And when I dye fabrics I have much more control over what I'm doing. It's well worth a read if your library has it.

I have to admit that I don't know a lot about colour theory. People have tried to teach me, but I end up thinking 'What's that outside the window....?' while they drone on about it. I like to work by instinct most of the time, and throw away what doesn't work.

This book taught me why so many pretty prints turn to grey or mauve mush from a distance, wreaking havoc with the quilt's overall look. Why that wonderful dark floral actually reads as a medium-light from a distance. It taught me not to buy prints that I know won't work. It taught me how to choose prints to get the effect I want the first time. Other books on colour are just as good, but this one is the one that spoke most strongly to me.

I'm busy making my new blocks, and not being too concerned about the theory behind the colours. I just like 'em. They start out as rail fence blocks, then I turn them into Half Square Triangles and sew them into squares on point. I like the original rail fence blocks so much I might make an entire quilt just out of those. But I also like the soft florals I'm using in the corners of the finished blocks.

I made another 70" square backing from my 10.5" squares, which cleared some more fabric out of the stash. That's another 3 or 4 metres used, even if it has just been transformed into a single piece of fabric instead of many. I'm still on a roll, even if I'm slowing down a little.

This is the next quilt in the binding pile; another colour sampler. This is one of my favourites, soft and pretty and comfortable. Another quilt that was thoroughly enjoyable to work on, from start to finish.

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In between building construction activites on the weekend I sat at my sewing machine. And had an attack of rationality. That's when a voice says in your head 'What do you need another quilt for? You should finish what you have started. You should clean up this mess. You should do some work..' It ends with the truly terrifying 'You should get rid of all this stuff!'

Luckily my reaction to the final statement is always to start sewing in defiance. I appeased my conscience by pulling all the doubtful greens out of my three drawers of green fabric, and set to work to cut them into squares for backings. I'm not starting a new quilt, I'm making something useful out of nothing, I'm making more room in my stash drawers, I'm saving money by not buying backings, blah blah blah. (Having fun too)

The only problem was, the box I keep my 10.5" squares in was overflowing, so I made two backings first, a blue one and a pastel one. They both have quilts to belong to, so I felt very virtuous as I refilled the box with green squares.

I have been cutting 10.5" squares for my pieced backings, but a lot of the scraps weren't that big. I've started cuttiing 8.5" squares now, because I can get those out of a skinny quarter, with nothing left over, thank heavens. I'm using up my fabirc at a great rate.


Along the way I played with a new strippy scrappy project I want to do next, and the voice in my head gave up in disgust and went away. Yay! Another small victory for the right-hand side of my brain.

Seeing how blah those backings look I can only be glad that I got those fabrics out of my stash; they wouldn't have enhanced any quilt top that I put them in.

I went to the art shop today to replace my pencil sharpener; I gave Meredith my other one. This is the best sharpener ever. At one quilting workshop the sceptical ladies kept fishing out problem pencils from their sewing kits, but this little beauty put a perfect point on all of them. It has never failed me yet; got to love something that doesn't let you down. It has two different angles that you can put on your pencils, and it's brilliant on those fragile ones.

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Nines asked for pictures of laundry rooms, so here's mine. It's just inside the back door, which is off to the left. It's built into part of the back verandah, and I never do laundry without feeling grateful. For many years I had to haul all the washing downstairs to a set of concrete sinks, with the washer installed on a high concrete slab. That made it taller, and I couldn't even reach the bottom of the bowl; I had to sort of jump in and swipe things out. That was a lot of fun. It was just bare dirt, and if things fell down they got filthy. I hated it! Most highset Queensland houses still have the laundry downstairs, even new ones.

I worked on DH for 15 years before I got my washer installed upstairs, and he fought bitterly. He thought it was a silly idea. But he has had to agree that it was the best thing we ever did, besides moving the toilet upstairs. That happened within weeks of buying the house; no way was I going downstairs in the middle of the night. I was adamant.

Other piccies are a Flying Geese quilt I made a while ago. It's flannel, and very snuggly. It was so simple to make and finish, I feel drawn to do something with quite large pieces and graphic impact. Might start work on something similar...

And the picture of arches in one that I took when Meredith and I were in Port Adelaide last year. We drove under the railway bridge and the view was so impressive I made Meredith drive around the block and park on the side of the road while I ran under the bridge and took some photos. The passing traffic thought I was nuts, but the perspective was intruiging.

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I ask you, is this the proper use of a treadmill? All the cats take turns sleeping on it, and I hate to say that I haven't turfed them off once in the last week. And what is my laptop doing there? I've obviously been distracted. Time to clean up and concentrate on putting things to rights around here.

We're having cooler weather thank heavens, so it's much more pleasant to work during the day. On the weekend we'll be working on the room downstairs, so I 'm trying to finish off a few sewing projects before then. Or at least get them organised so that I will know what I was doing when I finally get back to them.

The blue quilt is one of that I bound the other day. It is also a colour sampler, using a block that I have seen called Rabbit Foot, but I'm sure there are other names for it too. Its a nice simple block to try out the technique.

I love blue and green together, it's one of my favourite colour combinations. When I was home in South Australia I had to stop and take photos of the scenery; blue skies and green crops, with the darker blue line of the Flinders Ranges between.

Meredith spent years living on a farm, and I used to love driving out to her place. Once I irritated everyone in the car by singing John Denver all the way; 'Thank God I'm a Country Boy" but I substituted 'girl' of course. Mum said, in an effort to shut me up, "You were born in the city, not the country'. Maybe, but in my heart I'm a country girl.

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10 oct 06

That's three quilts bound and finished. I'm working on a way to hang them up and take photos, so should be full piccies later on. I'm sure these quilts had five sides and five corners! It seemed like I was never going to get back to where I started on each one; I just hate it when you think you're on the last side and there's one more corner that you hadn't counted on.. I have two more quilts in the pile, with the bindings prepared, but I found another two in the spare room, so it's like I'm running in place. But I'm still enjoying myself, so I'll just keep on with the finishing off. This is what I will be doing tonight. I just love Malcolm In The Middle, and bought myself the first series on DVD. Lois is my hero; what a woman! Even when life is utter chaos she never fails to win; I want to be like her when I grow up. If I had children like hers I'd be in a corner with my pinafore over my head. I imagine most mothers with multiple sons can identify with what she goes through. For my part, my son has never caused me any trouble; my daughter bears a strong resemblance to Angelica from the Rugrats.... Sheila asked about the way I do the images of my quilting patterns. I edit the line drawings in Photoshop so that they have a 3D appearance; it helps people to imagine how they will look when they're quilted. The pantograph is still a simple line drawing.  Limetree happens to be one of my favourites, I did it on this scrappy bargello I made from the pattern on Bonnie's site and it came out really nice. Mereth has the quilt now, so she will have to take some photos to share. I'm off to spend some quality time with my latest sock, my DH, and Malcolm and Lois.....

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Can you remember the feeling when you were a child of running downhill so fast that your legs were out of control and you KNEW you were going to fall over and yet you couldn't stop because gravity and momentum were carrying you onward?? That's how I feel now, sewing crazily in every spare minute, not even stopping for coffee, and as soon as something is done I just start on the next thing.

But there was also a feeling of euphoria when you made it to the bottom of the hill unscathed and ran yourself to a stop or fell over in the grass shrieking with laughter. It didn't always end in tears.

It's the coffee thing that has me worried.... That is so out of character.

I've been sitting up late at night sewing, which is how I managed to get 14 blocks finished. I know I said I was going to kit these up, but I got carried away, and now I'm planning to cut out another quilt and I will most definitely make those blocks into kits. I promise. I am still elated at how much fabric I've used up in the last few weeks, and I want to keep on cutting.

As I sit by the window, with the cool night air flowing in, I can smell the Star Jasmine that is flowering in the front garden. It's so strong the air is saturated with it, and it's a beautiful companion to my late hours. I love plants like this, that will tolerate all the neglect I dish out; I enjoy my garden, but sometimes there aren't enough hours in the day to look after it all.

There was a new fragrance this afternoon; this Bush Apple, which is a type of eucalypt. It's covered in these 4" puffball flowers, and they're full of nectar. The smell is different from the jasmine, and stronger in the daytime. No matter what time I sit and sew, there is a wonderful scent. I'm quietly grateful.

Another thing I'm enjoying is these pins that I picked up on my last trip to the patchwork shop. They are so Cute! Too robust for pinning my patches together, but great for pinning groups of cut fabric. It was the little blue bows that got me; we had hair clips like that when we were kids....

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My blocks are proving fun to piece, and I'm deliberately trying to make them all look different, even though they are all the same block. The technique I'm using is one I teach in my Colour Sampler workshop.

I choose a block that can be coloured in a variety of ways, and select a FQ for each block I want to make. Then I cut all the peices for that block from each FQ. The whole quilt is cut out at once, which makes it ideal to do as a kit. Then I can sit down at my leisure and play with all the pieces like a giant jigsaw puzzle, deciding what will go where. I've made 6 or 7 of these, and it's still one of my favourite ways to build a quilt.

It is such an effort to make this sort of quilt without a system, there are so many decisions about what to put where and then you have to cut the fabric after you've decided where to use it. With this method all the fabric choices are made at the start, there are no decisions to make about what to cut, and the blocks are built once all the hard preparation work is done.

Another thing I like is that I end up making blocks that are far removed from my usual safe choices, purely because I've used up all the safe variations and I have to do something else with the remaning bits. Each fabric will only show up in the same place in a block once, which adds lots of variety. Currently my favourite block is the bright pink one in the lower row; I'm not brave enough on my own to place those fabric like that. However, once I got to playing around with the pieces I decided I liked it a lot!

We always have great fun when I teach this; everyone is surprised by the possibilities and the different blocks they can make. The hardest thing is choosing the fabrics at the start.

My problem now is that I want to finish them all straight away, and that wasn't the idea at all. What about my kits! Next time.....

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I've been reading on the Stashbuster list about vanloads of fabric, and someone who gave away 600 yards. I wondered what that would look like, so I grabbed two drawers of fabric and measured what was in there. This, my friends, is what 50 metres of material looks like. And it fits easily in two of my plastic drawers. I have 32 of those, and some are packed so tight it's a struggle to get anything in or out. I guess I have to admit tht I have a Lot of fabric, but not as much as some people.....

In an attempt to use up some of said fabric, I cut out 24 12" blocks for a new quilt. Each block uses more than a FQ, so I was gleeful that I'd used up 5.5 metres; then I realised that there are the equivalent of 10 similar quilts in that stack of fabric alone. At times like that I need to have a cup of coffee and sit in a corner trembling slightly.

The odd thing is that I would feel lost without my stash, so I could never get rid of it; I just wish it were better housed and I could use it more.

I have no idea of the name of this block, it was just drawn out in my graph book, complete with cutting chart, so on the spur of the moment I started cutting. There are 57 pieces in each block, and it takes a while to piece. I think I was a bit dismayed at how quickly I finished the Grey Havens top, and I won't be finishing This in a hurry! I'm a bit partial to red and green and cream right now, and it makes a change from the darker blocks I've been working on lately.

I don't need to do this all at once either; it's all bagged up neatly in little sandwich bags waiting for me to get round to it. I love kitting quilts up like that, and I aim to make one kit a week for the next month. Then when the hot weather comes and I have to stay in the A/C I can just pull out a kit and work on it.

DH is away for a few days, and we're living like gypsies, eating whatever we like, staying up all hours of the night and (this is the big thing) in control of the TV! I have not had to watch a single car being 'tricked out', or witness a workshop fight between two bearded prima dons (is that the masculine form of prima donna?) and it's been a huge relief.

DH likes me to sit and watch TV with him at night, but if I didn't have my sewing or knitting I would be climbing the walls. It's not even boredom; those shows just get me so angry and frustrated because I don't believe in any of that shallow claptrap. I can't believe that you will have a better life if someone steals your car and paints flames all over it as a treat for you. And even the interesting parts like how they fabricate the pieces is spoiled by the posturings and poutings and simulated crises "Oh no, there's a world wide shortage of charcoal grey metallic pigment paint.." "The engine is touching the firewall, how could that have happened!!!" The rubbish outweighs the interest for me, but DH likes to see the car at the end.

Meanwhile, on other channels that he flicks over to in the ads, are fascinating documentaries on lions in the Serengeti, Animal Hospital, art museums in Prague, folk music, and plastic surgeries of which I will never know the outcome! It's a good thing I have my knitting......

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I spent my sewing time last night making these; 5 bindings for the quilts in the stack. That's at least 2 1/2 metres of fabric there, so I've certainly busted some stash in the last two weeks. It's a good feeling. I have yet to make the hanging sleeves, but that will take another 2 1/2 metres of fabric too. Sadly, there's never a dent in the stash, the rest of the fabric just breathes out and fills up the space.

I finished the blocks for the Grey Havens quilt, and set them all together. I'm really pleased with the way it looks, and I will put the border on some time today and get it finished. Then I'm going to baste it and machine quilt the main seams; that will stabilise it enough so that I can hand quilt the black blocks at my leisure. I haven't decided yet if I will do traditional handquilting, or a large stitch with black perle cotton. The quilting won't show up particularly well on such dark fabric, so it's no use putting my best stitches into it.

The materials I used to make this block were reeaally old. The centre block is a scrap from a dancing dress Meredith made when we were 16. We used to go to all the country dances, wearing floor length dresses with enormous flared skirts that floated out when we waltzed. This particular dress was divine, and I love that fabric so much. But Meredith chose it first, so I couldn't have it.

One of my dresses was 15' around the hem; I scandalised Mum and everyone else by hemming it on the machine. All hems were done by hand, thank you very much!! But I figured I'd just keep moving and no-one would be able to see what I'd done...

Another fabric in this block is from a dress I made when I went away to join the Royal Aust. Air Force in '77. The list of requirements stated that I needed 3 dresses for attending the Mess each evening. I duly purchased this material and made myself a dress; it came to a sticky end. In Darwin I left it hanging on the clothes line for a week, because I was rather distracted by a certain person (later to be my DH). By the time I remembered to do my chores the dress had faded to a pale rag in the tropical sun. So I'd better keep this block out of the sun.

The other block is made from a brown paisley that was popular in the early 80's. I used up every last scrap in this block, but I'm fine with that. There are other brown paisleys now, but for a long time there was no fabric to compare with it. I treasure it.

And then when I was cleaning out a cupboard I found this sampler, started when I was 15. I can't even remember where I got the quotation from, but it struck a chord with me then, and still does now. I'm trying to find the chart so I can finish it.

The quotation reads "Many a heartache has been buried in the growing petals of a silken rose, and the sharp edge of sorrow dulled by the sweet calm monotony of a shining bit of steel."

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I'm still feeling a little buzz of accomplishment at having done so much sewing last week. Probably some of you think that because I make my living from quilting I have loads of time to quilt. I don't. I spend a lot of time at the computer doing business stuff, filling digital orders, answering questions; then I also spend a lot of time mailing out orders, running to the post office and the bank, running my son around to where he needs to go. Right now I'm designing my catalogue, which is taking a lot of time and energy and isn't even near done.

I'm not complaining; it's what I love doing, but it adds up to more than an ordinary working day. I tend to fit the sewing into strange pockets of time like just before the evening meal, or early in the morning, or late at night. My DH goes to the pub for dinner twice a week, and I spend those nights at the machine, sometimes for 5 hours straight. I feed the boy, and then I'm free to do some intensive stitching.

I think my finishing jag last week was a result of frustration that I never get anywhere, never have anything to show for all my efforts. I was grimly determined to get those UFOs out of my sewing room and off the guilt list. And I did! But the 9-patch was the final flourish; I walked away from the machine thinking I'd rather clean the toilet than sew another border!

The eight 1" borders on the Roman Stripe were sewn together into one larger border, and then joined to the quilt and the corners mitred. That was the easiest way; I don't mind all the joining of strips, but I hate man-handling the whole quilt. I only had to do four seams with the whole quilt involved. Incidentally, that border used nearly 2 metres of fabric, which is quite astounding. There's a lot of fabric lost in the seam allowances; great stashbusting border.

I make a folded mitre and then handstitch the edge down later; can't be bothered trying to machine sew that pesky seam, and by handsewing it I can make all the seams match perfectly.

The Roman Stripe I will quilt on my Janome, just plain ditch-stitiching. I love plain quilting sometimes, and I just want that quilt textured with no quilting showing. It doesn't seem too big to do myself, so I will try to fit tht in sometime soon.

The single Irish Chain will be quilted with this pantograph, Clover Meadow; it's my favourite of all the new releases I did last year. It will live on our bed during the summer months.


The blue-green quilt will go on the panto pile for the next time I visit a friend with a longarm. I really like pantos, I like the overall texture and pattern.

The 9-patch one, who knows. I haven't even thought that far; it can just sit with the pile of other tops. There are about 15 of them, folded neatly with their backings and just waiting for me to get round to them.

And I think I need to turn my attention to the pile of quilts waiting to be bound. There's 9 of them at the last count. Even if I made all the binding it would be a huge step in the right direction.

First one will be this scrappy blue 4-patch that I made last year. I decimated my ho-hum blues with this one, really cleared out the pile. Which can only be a good thing.

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Some strange madness overtook me yesterday, and I spent 8 hours sewing this together. It was a UFO from 4 years ago, and it suddenly seemed important to get it finished. So I went without meals or coffee, and stayed at the machine, sewing, sewing , sewing. Those strips for the border seemed endless.

I love it!! It was such a struggle to keep the colours dark and rich, the light fabrics kept wanting to creep in. But I persevered with it, ruthlessly rejecting all the pretty pale fabrics, and going for the darker ones. It's outside my normal colour range, but it looks antique and that's what I was aiming for.

Then, to fill in a few hours today, I put the borders on this, another UFO from 2 years ago. The borders in this are the only fabric I purchased; all the rest was made entirely from scraps from my friend's mammoth scrap box. It was a lot of fun going through all the bits and pieces to start with, and sorting out all the blues and pinks and shirtings. Most of them are scraps from the backs of quilts that she did for customers, so this actually represents dozens of quilts. Mind-blowing.

I'm pretty chuffed about finishing 4 UFOs in one week, that's probably some sort of record for me. I have 7 spare baskets in the sewing room now, and the clutter is gradually disappearing. I finally feel like I'm getting somewhere.

These are a little bonus from the single Irish Chain top that I finished; 77 4-patches, ready to be included in another set of blocks. I want to use them in a larger block, but I haven't decided what block yet, or what colouring. I'm just glad I got busy and sewed them together straight away; when inspiration strikes they will be ready to use. I will whip up another 3, and there will be enough to use in 20 blocks as corner units.

Maybe my next project will be to go on with this paper-pieced Square In A Square that I started last year. I'm using a lot of deep, dark blues and navies, and I like the idea of that green for a sashing. I think darks are becoming my 'thing', I keep getting drawn back to them in between other quilts.

I will have to tidy up the sewing area tonight, it's a bit messy after all the frantic sewing. Then I will leisurely choose the fabrics for the last blocks for the Grey Havens quilt, and sew them together in a more contemplative frame of mind. I've done enough speed sewing for one week.

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It seems I only have time these days to either blog, or do something interesting to blog about. I need to find some more time in each day, or try to set a time each day to make a blog entry.

There has been sewing, much sewing, at my house. I made a supreme effort and finished another huge top that has been languishing in the sewing room for well over a year. I got sick of stumbling over the three boxes of fabric set aside for it, and the baskets of pieces already pieced and the drawer containing what I'd done. So, after three mighty sessions, it's in one piece and all those fabrics can be put away and the leftovers dealt with. And this top will join the pile waiting to be quilted.

I do love this; it's for our bed in the summer, so I wanted it to be light and pale and fresh. It's so pretty in real life, yellowy cream and rusty pink. I wanted it to be muted, because I plan on making a more strongly coloured quilt to keep folded on the foot of the bed, and I wanted this one to be like a backdrop for the other quilt. I haven't designed the other quilt yet, it's just an idea in the works.

The other picture is a quilt I was working on two years ago, a love affair with brown and pink. Don't know what will happen with the border yet, and I haven't got round to seriously considering it. But if it's hanging on the quilt rack where I see it every day then something is bound to occur to me.

I don't normally name quilts, but my mourning quilt is going to be referred to as Grey Havens from now on. (It's a Lord-Of-The-Rings thing....) I've had a lovely time digging out the old scraps I spoke of, and I'll work out the final three blocks over the weekend.


This is the block that my leftover half-square triangles will go towards. It's super simple, and will allow me to use some of my divine mid-tone reproduction fabrics. I'm going to have fun with this one. And I am going to make sure it is only single bed size, I have had enough of giant quilts. I'll make two smaller ones rather than another big one! I have to learn when to stop.

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I had a lovely productive day today, sewing on my quilt blocks. I have all the half-square triangle units done, and the centres pieced. Tomorrow I will start putting the units together into blocks. I have 11 cut out, and once they're finished I will lay out the 22 blocks I've done and see if I need another colour to make it come alive. I'd like to do some red ones too, but I'll wait and see what the overall effect is like. I'm enjoying the blocks so much though, I don't think I'd mind if I made a few extra.

I have the setting squares cut, and some of the setting triangles. The grey fabric I bought on Friday is just perfect, so I need to go back and get another metre. The border fabric is one I"ve been resisting for ages, telling myself I didn't need another black print. But as soon as I thought of using it in this quilt it became acceptable to buy it. I just love the way the triangle fabric and the border look together.

The black setting squares are a fabric I purchased on my honeymoon 20 years ago. We stayed at a little town called Childers, and I wandered into the general store and found this print. It was most unusual to find nice fabric suitable for patchwork back then, and it was only $1.95 a metre, so I bought it all. This is the last of it, but what a significant quilt to use it in; I'll be thinking of lots of things as I quilt this one.

I have a little stash of very precious scraps, some as old as 25 years. I will find them tomorrow and see if I can use any of them in this quilt. They are from the days when Mereth and I used to trek to a neighbouring town to the only patchwork shop in the district, where for 20 cents you could fill a bag from their scrap bin. We treasured every bit of fabric we could find then, and sewed everything by hand. Times have changed.

One piece I'd like to include is a shirting we bought the day before my wedding. We were in Brisbane , and had gone to the city centre to collect a hoop skirt from the wedding shop. It was an essential item, as I was wearing my friend's wedding dress, and she's 6'1". I'm 5', and the dress was lace, so all we could do was run vertical gathering threads at intervals around the hem. That shortened it considerably, but the hoop skirt was needed to lift the dress up to clear the ground.

Of course Mereth and I went to Gardam's , a famous fabric shop, first. We were in heaven, choosing a dozen patchwork fabrics to buy. Then we both realised at the same time that it was 15 minutes till the shops closed, so we had to run all the way to the wedding place to get the hoop skirt, clutching our bags of fabric. But it was worth it.

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