I started a Sew Together Bag.
And I finished a Sew Together Bag.
Then I made a pink quilt.
This was the front.
And this was the back.
Then I made a cushion cover for a skills swap with a former work colleague who now fires her own pottery designs, many with a Guernsey theme.
Can you believe that in return she gave me these:
Then youngest daughter picked fabric and pompons for two cushions for her room.
After which I made a cushion cover for my secret partner in the cushion cover swap I set up on Instagram.
And then I made another one.
Just because I had a wobble moment about working with softer colours.
And then I unfortunately made another one.
Because people don't always do what they sign up to do.
Organising a swap has been a HUGE eye opener to me.
I will never get people who willingly sign up for something on the basis of a set of rules they have re-read and then completely fail to follow through.
It is HUGELY time consuming (and frustrating) having to chase people and I'm afraid I lose a little bit of respect for them in the process.
In this swap there is one person who suffered a life-changing medical situation where she is currently unable to walk and confined to a wheelchair. Yet, she still contacted me to say she was not a flaker and would be finding a friend to mail her package. I would never have expected her to do that.
It just heightens even further the lack of communication from others.
So I had to make another cushion cover.
Then I had a temporary obsession with sewing together teeny tiny scraps into pouches and needed to make four before the scratch was itched.
I swapped mini quilts in person with the lovely Rhea at one of my favourite quilt shops ever.
I don't often get to see quilt stuff in person so when I did, I made a number of purchases.
Such as this pop-up basket. You buy the pattern and wires and you do the fabric choosing and assembling of.
And a Linden sweatshirt.
There was a sample hanging in the shop and it looked so nice and I keep hearing it is easy.
So this is as far as I've got.
And a Weekender Bag.
This is like the Holy Grail of bag making and although I don't actually need one, that is beside the point.
I need to make one.
So I've started.
I'm using Peltex, wadding and scraps of cotton canvas.
I may live to regret such a sturdy layering.
Only time and needles will tell.
And finally...I've started another quilt using these fabrics.
Just because.
I hope you know what that means.
I sent my mum some flowers this week with 'just because' on the delivery note.
She called me to thank me for the flowers but asked what 'just because' meant.
Just because
is
Just because I can.
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Soy Amado sewing, sewing and sewing
Let's bring you up-to-date on all the Soy Amado quilts.
No. 76 is anonymous - unless someone wants to shout up.
A very kind person keeps sending me beautifully constructed whole quilts like this every so often but there is no note in them.
They're called 'SK8' because that is the UK postcode on the parcels. If there's anyone in Stockport in the UK who is making these for me, I am really touched.
Then there is No. 77
No. 78
No. 79
No. 80 was another anonymous one from 'SK8'.
No. 81
No. 82, another anonymous 'SK8.'
Over a mile of tunnels underground.
Water seeping through the cracks.
A damp, depressing atmosphere.
Makes you think.
And No. 85
In between all that I've done a bunch of other sewing, including helping to run my first pillow/cushion cover swap on Instagram.
That's a post for later in the week.
I hope!
No. 76 is anonymous - unless someone wants to shout up.
A very kind person keeps sending me beautifully constructed whole quilts like this every so often but there is no note in them.
They're called 'SK8' because that is the UK postcode on the parcels. If there's anyone in Stockport in the UK who is making these for me, I am really touched.
Then there is No. 77
No. 78
No. 79
No. 80 was another anonymous one from 'SK8'.
No. 81
No. 82, another anonymous 'SK8.'
Considering how windy it was, that was a pretty good shot.
No. 83
No. 84
This one was taken in the German Underground Hospital, a leftover relic from World War Two and now a visitor attraction.
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Over a mile of tunnels underground.
Water seeping through the cracks.
A damp, depressing atmosphere.
Makes you think.
And No. 85
In between all that I've done a bunch of other sewing, including helping to run my first pillow/cushion cover swap on Instagram.
That's a post for later in the week.
I hope!
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