One done, two to go

One third of the centre panel of the tumbler quilt is finished.....each and every stitch hand-pieced.  It is 24 inches wide.

It is difficult to get a full picture when one is short.

One thing you notice about many of these repro fabrics from different decades of the 1800s is that stripes were very popular.  Nothing was fussy cut; as with the little houses, the fabrics were cut where they were cut.  Some fabrics are......I hesitate to call them 'ugly' but they are a long way from beautiful; however, once they are put together it doesn't matter.

Now the second panel is underway, and the feeling of achievement has to be felt to be believed.  It still doesn't, however, have a name but that will come.

There is a small amount of derision from a few members of my quilt group who would not ever dream of doing anything by hand ever never.  This is their problem.....not mine.

Despite my good intentions no houses were made this week.  This will be remedied.

It has rained again, indeed as we speak right now there is thunder rumbling and storms showing up on the weather radar.  We had really good rain yesterday and last night......our gardens, include the new plants purchased a few days ago, are beaming their little faces off.

Do you ever have one of those weeks where you don't feel like doing much?  That was me this week, hence the lack of houses.  Notes were plinked though, so that's something.

Had the world not been in the fix it currently is we would be in Dorrigo this weekend, enjoying catching up with friends and listening to (and playing) music at the folk festival......but alas it was not to be, as the festival had to cancel.  Who knows what will happen next year?

People are now looking forward to the occasion at the end of the year, a TV announcer said we have nine weeks left......I thought it was all being cancelled this year, like everything else?  That being so we have made our booking at a restaurant for a Nice Christmas Lunch, because when there are only two of you with no family near the alternative is to stay home and grin at each other.  The sewing group and the quilt group will each have a pre-Christmas party lunch, so that will be something to look forward to.

Continuing our quote from a couple of weeks ago:

"The host must aid the hostess in her efforts.  He should have ease and frankness of manner, a calmness of temper that nothing can ruffle, and a kindness of disposition that can never be exhausted.  He must encourage the timid, draw out the silent and direct conversation rather than sustain it himself."

Does that sound like your bloke?  Maybe......

Enjoy your days!

Wet stuff is falling from the sky!

Do we dare to hope that it's actually raining?  It has also cooled right down, so Kevin is a picture of sartorial splendour in the trakky daks.  I may be joining him soon as my bare tootsies are feeling a little chilly.

Two more houses have been made.

There's definitely an orange and purple vibe going with these two.  The aim is to make two houses a week; I'm not trying to bust a speed record with this, but they are fun and I enjoy making them.  I'm deliberately not matching patterns.......how they are cut is how they are sewn.

All the black and white fabrics for "Imprismed" are now cut, yay!  It will be foundation pieced, so lots of mindless sewing - my favourite kind - is involved.  Some thought is being given to how the edges will be finished, although that decision won't be needed for a while; I am leaning toward a narrow black and white stripe.  Perhaps.  Maybe.  On the other hand I had also thought of a facing sewn to the back, facings are often used on modern and art quilts......but I don't know if mine will be modern enough, or arty enough, or what.  (Probably or what, if truth be known.)  I'll let the quilt tell me what it needs when the time comes. 

Ukulele group met here on Monday afternoon, and we certainly had fun.  It was good to be getting together again after so long, and Clare arrived with these beautiful roses from her garden.  We have been enjoying them, they smell wonderful.

This beautiful tablecloth was made by my mother's Aunty Laura.  It was photographed to show to Karen - now you can all enjoy it.  The centre is linen, probably Irish, and measures 20-1/2 in square.

The tatting border is a bit over nine inches wide all round.

Aunty Laura's two children both died young, in sad circumstances.  She and her husband were left in their mid-forties with no children, so she seems to have turned her hand to making exquisite lace; I don't know whether she could already tat before then, but judging by the pieces she left she was no novice.  I also have several of her doilies (some with linen centres, some all lace) and a padded tea cosy of cream lace lined with pale green taffeta, possbly from the 1930s-early 1940s, as Aunty Laura died in 1948.

The question is, what's going to happen to all this beautiful lace when I die?  I very much doubt that either daughter-in-law will want it, and as I have no female descendants it will probably end up being thrown out or donated to an op shop.  I would prefer the op shop option, because hopefully then someone will see it and love it enough to want it.  

In the meantime, I shall enjoy owning and displaying it.

"Accepting hospitality a sign of good-will.

As eating with another under his own roof is in all conditions of society regarded as a sign of good-will, those who partake of proffered hospitalities, only to gossip about and abuse their host and hostess, should remember, that in the opinion of all honorable persons, they injure themselves by so doing."

This is true.  

Enjoy your days!

The village is growing

Two houses were made this week.

Bright pink spots - my stash is not entirely lacking in pink - and I don't know what you would call the house on the left, rust, perhaps?  Brick?  It's not quite brown, anyway.  My village will not be Dullsville, and there are a few more cut out ready to be sewn.

It needs a witty name, but that will come in time......probably in a blinding flash of brilliance when least expected.  In the shower, perhaps.

More black and white fabrics have been cut.  A new blade in one's rotary cutter makes a world of difference!  That one does have a name - 'Imprismed', because of the rainbow which will flow through it.

Stitches have been sewn on the tumbler quilt, and the panels are becoming larger; the first of three wide panels is now underway, each panel is eight tumblers wide.  

Blogger has been playing up a little of late - why are we not surprised?  A couple of comments didn't make it into my email inbox, they were dumped into my spam folder which I only check when I remember to, so if you leave a comment and I don't get back to you fairly soon don't worry.  It's in hand.

Our local birds have been active this week.  A male Crested Pigeon has been strutting his stuff to no avail; the object of his affection seems to be muttering "dirty devil" under her breath as she flutters away from him.  Doesn't stop him from pursuing her, though - they are quite funny.  A pair of magpies pop in regularly for some steak, a Grey Butcherbird is aso a regular visitor, a family of Magpie Larks - peewees - tells the larger magpies off, and a Red Wattlebird tells them all off.  Talk about the pecking order......they are very entertaining.

No special outings to report this week, just the usual hunting and gathering.  Quilt group met on Tuesday, choir was on Thursday night - suitably distanced with everyone sitting, as it has been since we resumed - and tomorrow afternoon the remnants of the ukulele group are coming here to play together for the first time in over six months.  If we meet at the golf club (as we did for quite a while) we have to abide by government regulations of sitting, no standing or walking around......most of us prefer to stand while playing......signing in, etc.  By coming here we can be more relaxed and informal.  Our town hasn't had a case of the covid plague since April so we feel confident to go ahead.  Most cases are happening in bigger cities with much larger populations, but everyone has to abide by the same regulations.

The thought of playing music with friends again has me all a-flutter with excitement, I can tell you - notes have even been plinked in preparation!

 "Duties of a hostess and host.

Tact and self-possession are demanded of the hostess, in order that she may perform her duties agreeably, which are not onerous.  She should instruct her servants not to remove her plate until her guests have finished.  If she speaks of any omission by which her servants have inconvenienced her guests, she must do it with dignity, not betraying any undue annoyance.  She must put her guests at their ease, and pay every possible attention to the requirement of each and all around her.  No accident must disturb her; no disappointments embarrass her.  If her precious china and her rare glass are broken before her eyes, she must seem to take but little or no notice of it."

I shall endeavour to be a gracious ukulele hostess tomorrow, but won't be using the precious china or rare glass.

Enjoy your days!

Been and gone and come back again

We've been out and about!

On Friday we took the Nice Sunday Drive that we have been promising ourselves, and oh - it did feel good.  We drove through beautiful country and saw amazing scenery, none of which was immortalised because I left my camera at home.  One would, however, need a very fancy-nancy camera to do it justice because it was a huge view especially when going over a mountain range looking out into the distance; I have no idea how far we could see, but it seemed to be a very very long way.

We started our trip an hour from home with morning tea, in which Kevin partook of a chocolate-y slice with his coffee and I, being very fond of apricots, had apricot and white chocolate slice with mine .  We ended up having lunch in our destination, a small town which was buzzing with folk passing through, but we managed to pick our times and places so we didn't feel crowded.

Just as well we didn't have the caravan with us!  The purpose of the trip was a trial run for future reference, and we have decided that while it's a beautiful trip the road is not a caravan road.  It used to be dirt for much of its length but last year it was upgraded and sealed all the way.  Problem was, however, that heavy rain earlier this year had washed some of that new road away - half a lane width had collapsed over the side of a mountain, not something you would want to be on when it happened!  Now there are repairs to be made at the cost of some squillions of dollars because it wasn't done properly in the first place.  You know what they say......do it once, and do it right.

Apart from our day trip not a whole heap has happened this week.  Stitches have been sewn in the tumbler quilt.  Black and white fabrics are still being cut, some fabrics which I had thought of using have been decided against, decisions are still being made.  Stitches were knitted.  Books have been read.

So - we will be revisiting the photo vault this week.

This was my quilt group's annual challenge, the year after we moved here.  We were given a design to copy which it didn't inspire me, but on looking closer I could see stars hidden among the lines.....and I like star quilts.  It was drawn out in EQ7, lines were erased (there were lots and lots of two inch finished squares and half-square triangles in the original), and I dipped into my stash for this fun stripe.  The black and white was purchased; I wanted all the background to be one fabric rather than scrappy.

Cutting instructions were printed out, and rotary cutter was taken in hand.

The finished quilt - all from stash, except for the background and binding.  Colours for the stars were taken from the stripe.

It was quilted by me too.

See those lavender triangles?  That's the size of the original squares.  

I like my design much better.

Not that there's anything wrong with making someone else's design.....I have done it before and will do so again......but making up one's own design is fun.

We seem to have left winter behind, and are descending headlong into summer - who could believe that, just a week ago, we needed a fire to keep us warm?  I have bared my arms in short sleeved tops, and my toes in sandals, but haven't yet flashed the legs.  That will come, no doubt very soon.

"Monopolizing conversation.

For one or two persons to monopolize a conversation which ought to be general, is exceedingly rude.  If the dinner party is a large one, you may converse with those near you, raising the voice only loud enough to be distinctly heard by the persons you are talking with."

Have you ever been near a group of people who are talking, and noticed that there is often one person who talks louder and more forcefully than anyone else in the group?  We have decided that these folk are the 'special people' of our world, so 'special' in fact that normal rules of polite behaviour don't apply to them.  They are related to the 'special' people who push themselves into a waiting line, or who push their car into a row of traffic.  'Special' people indeed......so special that we should consider ourselves lucky to be on the same earth as they.  As of course we do.  

Enjoy your days!