I haven't shown a quilt for some time, so here is a Double Wedding Ring quilt that I made a few years ago using foundation piecing. The background is deep rich purple, the squares where the rings meet are two lavender prints with writing; one has tiny hearts with the letters I and U in different colours, the other has words like "sweetheart"and "I'm in the mood for love". The rings range from pale cream through yellow to deep gold. It's 16 inches (40cm) square, is backed with lavender solid fabric, and has a label made of a small embroidered white-on-white doyley. The rings were made and joined into a lattice, then they were appliqued onto the background. And I may live to regret this - but I left the foundation papers in place to give the rings more substance. It has its turn on the wall in rotation with other hangings.....let's hope it never needs washing.
The fridge in our kitchen has several wombat magnets and magnetic notepads, some of which have been gifts over the years and others bought on our travels. There's a little magnetic beanie wombat peeking over the top. The wombats in the picture were part of a beautifully carved chess set, all the pieces were Aussie animals and the wombats, in two different coloured woods, were pawns. It was on display last year at a gallery not far from here; the picture was on the card advertising a woodcarving exhibition. The notepad on the top right has a picture of a wombat lying on a hot water bottle with the caption "so much to do, so little motivation". My thoughts exactly.Kiera-Oona is busy making stars for the bushfire quilt project, I have been slack in not making any but that will rectified soon. She has posted a pic of a pretty pink star block on her blog and links to the information.
This morning at the local Salvo thrift shop I bought a two-tiered shelf for my sewing room, now I can move my hi-fi out there to have music while I sew. We're old-fashioned, we don't have an ipod, but we have music playing all through our house just the same. Today I am trying to drown out the workmen's radio on the building site next door, and the noise of the big digger thing they are using, and their rather fruity language. Perhaps I should stick my head over the fence and tell them they are offending the little old lady (namely me) next door, but somehow I don't think they would care.
Jennifer
