Finally - some progress

It's been ages since my Canadian quilt was worked on.....since before we want down south early last month, certainly.  However, in recent times it has been prominent on the sewing table.

The original Cunning Plan was worked out after watching various quilt-as-you-go tutorials, and this bit - inserting the border batting between the front and back of the quilt - looked to be easy peasy.  One video suggested using batting joining tape which I didn't have, but I had been assured that iron-on interfacing would do as well.  Well, it didn't......I suspect the problem was the temperature of the iron; the interfacing needed a hotter temperature to make it bond than I used.  The quilt fabrics being cotton batiks could take a hot temperature but the batting is a wool/poly blend, so a hot temperature could cause the poly in the blend to melt.

So, a new Cunning Plan was needed.

I have been tacking the border batting to the quilt centre panel batting using herringbone stitch, as you can see; it only needs to stay tacked until the border quilting is done, to hold it in place.  Three and a half sides have been tacked.  It is tedious work but will soon be finished, then the border can be pinned and quilted.  That's the folded-back quilt border that you can see.

A quiet corner of the lake at the caravan park where we stayed last month, just north of Canberra.  We would certainly stay there again.....just not between April and, say, September/October.

It has been cold, and the fire is welcome.  Today is quite pleasant out in the sun, but once around a shady corner it's a different story.  Our gig this morning went well but oh my.....what a freezy frosty start to the day it was.  Fortunately we were inside.

Yesterday afternoon's Eisteddfod performance went well; I was pleased with how I played and sang.  Although I wasn't judged the winner several people came up to me afterwards to say how much they enjoyed my funny song, and our choir director Bill, who was judging, has already booked me to sing it at the next choir concert later in the year.  Woohoo, fame!  I don't mind at all not winning; it's the feedback and comments from the audience members - mostly fellow musicians - that I value more, and can learn from.

We thought we were in for a rather expensive week as the kitchen light packed it in....did you know that many LED light fittings can't just have the lights inside changed?  the whole thing has to be replaced by an electrician....so now we have a plainer but very bright - my heavens it's bright! - new light.  That same day the dishwasher seemed to be having a few conniptions so the electrician also looked at it for us but couldn't find anything wrong.  It's fine, he said.  We have taken his word for it, but I'm not quite convinced.

Last month while we weren't here a milestone was passed, it was twelve years since we shook the dust of the Big Smoke from our heels and moved into this house.  My goodness....how time does fly!  It's been a good move for the most part; being in a smaller town compared to very big city does have a few drawbacks, but the sense of community and lack of traffic congestion more than make up for that.

Continuing on with General Rules for Balls:

"Common civility requires that those who have not been present, but who were among the guests invited, should, when meeting the hostess the first time after an entertainment, make it a point to express some acknowledgement of their appreciation of the invitation, by regretting their inability to be present."

Indeed.  No need to make a big song and dance about it, just "thank you for the invitation, I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend" will suffice.

Enjoy your days!

I have seen the light......

A few months ago when having my annual eye exam the optician recommended getting a task light.....good idea, I said.  I kept meaning to go shopping for one but time flew by then we went away and were busy after coming home again.  However - a few days ago I announced that I (we) would go light shopping.  So I (we) did.

Isn't it a pretty colour?  It goes with my green chair - in the same colour family, at least - and gives a wonderful light for handwork; the flexible neck was pulled down for this pic.  You can also see my new Jennifer table with my Stuff on it, including a wombat coaster for my drink of choice which is usually either water or coffee.

The lighting shop had this colour reduced because - can you believe it - green doesn't always sell as well as other colours do.  It is euphemistically called 'Mint' although I have never seen mint that colour; it's more like aqua, and it holds hands nicely with my smokey turquoise chair.

If you look up 'mint green' a range of colours appears, very few of which I would associate with the bright vibrant green of mint plants.  

Some fallen leaves in Canberra last month, mostly from plane trees.

Even when fallen they make a pretty picture against the grey pavers.

Plinking has happened, practice for the Eisteddfod on Saturday afternoon and the market outside town on Sunday morning.  (No sleep in for me on Sunday!)  Knitting has happened, the first sleeve on the new jumper/cardy is coming along well.  Sewing has happened, a few more diamonds have been sewn together and more have been cut.  My Canadian quilt is now on my work table waiting to have the batting tacked together inside the border layers - not as difficult as it sounds - I am looking forward to having it done.  

Books have been read, some better than others.....I've always been a quick reader, had my own library card when I was about four years old.  Neither of my parents were readers, so I don't know where I came from.

We are now seeing ads for the next sportfest, the Commonwealth Games, which will be happening in the next month or two or three, I don't really know or care.  What I do care about, what really makes my blood boil, is the wording of ads for those games, ads hailing our 'heroes' accompanied by people wearing sports clothes and waving medals.  To me a 'hero' is someone who does something selfless for another, sometimes at the risk of their own life, not someone who can run or swim faster or jump higher than another person.

Another grumble:  last night one of my favourite movies 'The Dressmaker' was on TV so we watched it - and it had scenes cut out!  How annoying was that!  At least we could still admire the wonderful costumes.  Not everyone who sees this movie has enjoyed it but anyone who grew up in a country town would, I think, get it; the pettiness of small town life, the gossip, the closing of ranks against anyone perceived as an outsider.  Our Canberra son's father-in-law also likes it; he grew up in a small town.

We've had some cold frosty mornings and some grey days.  I'm glad I don't live where the sun doesn't shine for months on end.....I can't imagine what that would be like.

Continuing on with General Rules for Balls:

"The difference between a ball and an evening party is, that at a ball there must be dancing, and at an evening party there may or may not be.  A London authority defines a ball to be "an assemblage for dancing of not less than seventy-five persons."

Considering that many dances are for two people, or for two or four couples, I wonder who decided the figure of seventy-five persons was a good number?  Someone who can't count, perhaps.

Enjoy your days!

Not such a wuss after all

We had been thinking, all the time we were away and since returning home, that it was cold....decidedly chilly, in fact....and it seems we were right.  The weather statistics up to the end of last month were released and our state has, indeed, seen the coldest start to winter since the mid-1980s.....and who can remember temperatures from that far back?  Can you remember how cold it was on a particular mid-winter day in, say, 1993?  

Neither can I.

This is The Big Green Jumper, a garment which is worth its (not inconsiderable) weight in gold during cold weather.

It is big, it is deep mossy green, and it is warm.  The pure wool yarn came from Bendigo Woollen Mills a very long time ago, and the pattern was bought a few years before that.  In the original design the rope cables outlining the centre and side front panels had bobbles knitted into them but I don't care for bobbles, so they were omitted.  I can't remember when it was finished, but I do remember knitting it while touring New Zealand in a hired motorhome back in late 2000.  It is warm because there are so many cables in the design and every cable is double thickness - because that's how they are made.

Stitches have been knitted on the latest jumper/cardy, whatever it decides it wants to be, although it is leaning towards being another jumper which would fit my clothing style more than a cardy, and guess what...it will have cables on the front!

Some more three-diamond hexagons have been pieced.  Two blocks were made yesterday, BOMs for the quilt group, so they are now caught up.  

The major project during the coming week is to get out the Canadian quilt, and start working on the borders.  The batting needs to be firmly attached inside the borders, then quilting will happen to hold it all in place.  Then binding....we'll be on the homeward stretch, yay!  And, of, course, a label.

Not much plinking has happened, but it will.  

Soup has been made, cauliflower and chorizo soup.  The original recipe called for bacon but one day I happened to have chorizo instead so thought I would give it a whirl, and we found that we prefer its smokey taste.  One it has cooled down it will be smooshed (technical word, that) with the stick blender, and there will be soup for the coming chilly days.  One thing to be said for cold weather - soup makes it easy to get in one's daily serve of veggies, doesn't it?

A couple of days ago we took a heater to a local op shop as we no longer have need for it, and in this cold weather someone else may need it.  While we were there we checked out the goodies for sale and found Just The Very Thing to sit beside my TV/hand work chair, a small square table with one drawer and room for all my paraphenalia on top.  What a useful little table it is, to be sure!  I was using a slightly ricketty folding tray table - this is more stable, and a better height for me.  I have no idea if it was a bedside table or a low hall table, but it makes a handy dandy Jennifer table and was $20 well spent.

Continuing on with General Rules for Balls:

"In leaving a ball, it is not necessary to wish the lady of the house a good night.  In leaving a small dance or party, it is civil to do so."

Indeed.  That sounds like the right thing to do, doesn't it?

Enjoy your days!

The tumbling story so far

A little while ago the pieces waiting to be pressed were duly done, then the completed pieces laid out for their first progress pic.

I like it....it is coming along just as I hoped.  The lightest side will be on top, the darkest side on the right, and something in between on the left.  Apart from that I'm not getting too precious about value, it will work itself out as it goes along, and nothing will be fussy cut because I like random.

These are fabrics left from my tumbler quilt, either repros - some bought many years ago - or fabrics which hold hands nicely with repros.  Several of the light fabrics are left from cutting backgrounds for my autumn leaf quilt, still in pieces in a box, although quite a lot of joining has been done.  One day it will be finished.  One day.

Back when we lived in the Big Smoke I was a member of the state quilt guild and used to enjoy attending their meetings, especially the annual 'market day' where for $5 members could book a table and sell whatever they wished.  Some gems were bought at those days - the yellow and black sashing fabric for my house quilt was one - and a bag of mixed green reproduction fabrics was another.  They were useful in my tumbler quilt, and they will be useful in this one too.

This is a quiet corner of the caravan park where we stayed just north of Canberra.  Once again, don't be fooled by the blue sky - it wasn't *quite* warm, and the leaves had nearly all blown off the trees..

One of those cheeky cockatoos at the coffee shop, in the rain.  The owner told us he has had to replace the umbrella because of bird damage.....those cockies have sharp beaks!

The Turon River at Sofala.  As in last week's pic, you can see where debris carried by higher river levels has been left behind.

Isn't this fun?  Taken in the back yard of a cafe in Sofala....a large flower made from rusty shovels, and Ned Kelly wearing his legendary armour.  

Something to look at while we enjoyed excellent coffee and very nice treats.  We were there too late for the autumn colour on their young trees, just peeking on the left.

It's been a busy week with ukulele group, choir, U3A, the usual hunting and gathering, and on Friday afternoon we rolled up our sleeves and had our flu shots.  I do not like pointy medical things.  It was a cold day too, but for ease of being spiked we wore short sleeves with a jacket over the top.  We were quite glad to be home again and in warmer clothes, it's a bit too cool for bare skin right now and the fire is welcome.

The ukulele group has two - two! - gigs coming up: market day at a small church hall just out of town (one of our regular gigs before covid pulled the plug on nearly everything in the world) and a charity musical afternoon, something else we used to do annually.  Also in a few weeks it will be The Day For Me To Make The Annual Fool of Myself at the Eisteddfod; I never expect to be chosen the winner and so far haven't been disappointed in that, but I enjoy sharing my songs with an audience.....particularly as I know songs which few, if any, other people in this town would know, and which the audience always enjoy.  One woman stopped me once while we were out shopping to congratulate me on my choice of songs; "You always have the best songs, Jennifer!" she said, which coming from a fellow musician is valued praise.

Continuing on with General Rules for Balls:

"Public balls are most enjoyable when you have your own party.  The great charm of a ball is its perfect accord and harmony.  All altercations, loud talking, and noisy laughter are doubly ill-mannered in a ballroom.  Very little suffices to disturb the whole party."

A polite well bred person does not draw attention to themselves, or indeed to their group of friends, by being too loud.  Some folk today could also take note of that.

Enjoy your days!

And......back home again

These few weeks have flown by!  We had a fun time down south (which would have been better had the weather co-operated, it was either cold or wet or cold again) and it was so good to catch up with family and friends again.  The One And Only Grandkid is shooting up, he's up to my chest now.....we enjoyed the autumn colours, and indulged in a little bit of shopping.  Well, perhaps slightly more than a little bit....here in the Small Smoke our options are limited, so we take the chance to stock up when we can.  We also took in a few exhibitions.

On our way south we stopped off at Sofala, an interesting little town made more so since we learned that Kevin's great-grandmother Eliza was born there back in the gold rush days of 1863.  This is the Turon River, quiet and peaceful now, which would have been a hive of activitity in those days.  You can see where branches have been carried along and left behind as recent high water receded, the Turon River in its steep valley can become a raging torrent when flooded.

We stayed at a caravan park north of Canberra as our regular park is currently closed.  It meant a bit more driving, but was quiet and peaceful with plenty of autumn colour.  This view was just behind our van site late one afternoon.  Don't be fooled by the blue sky.  It was cold.

A stop off at a favourite cafe provided entertainment on a wet day - the sulphur-crested cockatoos and galahs are fun to watch.  We were told these were all juvenile males, a teenage gang.  The galah with its back to the camera took exception to something it heard, flapping its wings and sqwarking.

Not all fallen leaves in autumn are autumn colours.....this plane tree leaf was still bright green.

We had ducks and rabbits regularly visiting our spot, each and every one of them incontinent; there was plenty of 'fertiliser' around.  I had to zoom in to get this shot because bunnies and ducks would disappear if we walked too close to them.

On the way home at a stop - one of many - for roadworks, on the Mid-Western Highway between Cowra and Blayney.

It was so chilly that we probably won't go to Canberra between the end of April and September/October in future.  If we weren't in a caravan - if we were in an insulated bulding - it wouldn't be so bad, but there were times when it was really unpleasant.  Our outdoor chairs and table weren't taken out of the car at all and my ukulele didn't leave its case either; it was just too cold to sit outside and plink away, my usual preference.

Some fabric shopping was indulged in, and some home-made jam shopping, and chocolate shopping (we found a place to have a birthday chocolate lunch, and very yummy it was too), and book shopping.

Now we are home, clothes are unpacked, washing is done, but my shopping is not all unpacked yet.  That's always the worst part of a holiday, isn't it?  Unpacking and putting away Stuff.

Some diamonds were stitched - a pic will be taken - and knitting helped to pass the long journey, the back of my latest jumper/cardy (still not decided but leaning towards a jumper) is done and one sleeve has been started.  It will probably become a TV project this winter, when there is something worth turning on the TV.  Which there frequently isn't, we find.

Continuing on with General Rules for Balls:

"The lady with whom a gentleman dances last is the one he takes to supper.  Therefore he can make no engagement to take out any other, unless his partner is already engaged."

Well, yes.  This is indeed so.

Enjoy your days!

Sixteen years ago......

Way back in early 2006 we were planning a trip overseas - a cruise, no less!  Our older son was working on board a cruise ship playing in the orchestra so we booked ourselves a flight to Vancouver, did some tootling around Vancouver then Victoria on Vancouver Island, cruised for seven days to Alaska on our son's ship, then spent a few more days in Alaska going as far north as Fairbanks before eventually flying home.  It was a very busy three weeks.

Because all those flights entailed much sitting and waiting I decided to do something I hadn't done before - piece quilt blocks by hand.  A six inch flower basket block was decided on and a few blocks cut from floral and white-on-white fabrics; these were first taken to Canberra for our annual Easter trip, and some stitches were actually sewn.  The original plan was to make 169 blocks to be set 13 rows across by 13 rows down....good heavens, I said to myself, that's a lot of sewing.  However I kept plodding away and after a few years was enjoying the process so much that I thought to make the quilt bigger, so ended up making 225 blocks.  There are fabrics from several trips to Canada, as well as that Alaskan trip, in it.

Once all the blocks were made several years ago they were joined nine at a time, three rows by three.  The original Cunning Plan was to do them quilt-as-you-go then join those blocks to make a quilt but I couldn't decide which quilting design to use, so they sat....and they sat.....and they sat some more until last year when the hand-piecing on my tumbler quilt was finished, and I thought "blow it - I'll finish the flower basket top and have it quilted".

On Friday night the last stitch was taken on the top - and it's done, sixteen years after it was first a bright idea in my brain!  I'll try to get a photo but it is so big that may be hard to do, so here are some progress pics.

The last block was made and photographed on 20th August, 2014.

One of the 25 blocks of nine; white and floral backgrounds were alternated.

This was taken just six months after the first stitches were taken, when enough blocks had been made to cover the top of our dining table.

There won't be a border, it's already large enough....90 inches square, 4,500 individual pieces.  It will, of course, shrink when quilted.

You probably heard my sigh of relief and achievement on Friday night from your house, wherever you are.

We will be going away on Tuesday so my knitting will come along, as will the diamonds which were recently cut for hand-piecing.  And some books to read, and a book of crossword puzzles - Kevin likes Sudoku, I prefer crosswords - our little caravan doesn't have TV.  When we come home, quilting on the border of my Canadian quilt will be done....it's time it was finished, and there are other machine projects to fill in the rest of this year and probably the next year as well.  And to start off the following year after that.....

Last night's concert went very well, it was so good to sing to an audience again!  The choir songs were well received as were the ukulele group songs, and my solo was much applauded; while I was packing up my uke a man from the audience came to compliment me and to say how much he enjoyed my song, which I thought was really nice of him.  I sang a parody - in French, no less! - of words which have crept into English, to the tune of 'La vie en rose'.  Other audience members also complimented me as we were leaving, saying how much they enjoyed my funny song.

Of course my uke will go away in the caravan too.  As will warm clothes, because Canberra's forecast is for some fairly cool weather.  My birthday will be a few days after we arrive and I had decided that Kevin could take me out for chocolate lunch.  At a chocolate shop/café.  Which we have now found out is closed, yet another victim of business downturn due to the covid plague.

Sigh.....

"General rules for balls.

A young man who can dance, and will not dance, should stay away from a ball."

Indeed.  The whole point of going to a ball is to socialise and to dance, so if you will not dance there is no point in going, is there?

We'll be back at the end of May.  Until then.....

Enjoy your days!

Jennifer

A day late, but not a dollar short

Which is good.  We don't want to be short of a dollar or two, do we.

The music festival has been and gone, and from all accounts was a success.  We went to a couple of concerts - one was yesterday afternoon, which is why there was no blog post - and had a performer staying with us, a lovely bloke whose songs we really enjoyed and with whom we share mutual friends; but we didn't (as we have done in previous years) hang around town to listen to buskers and to check out market stalls.  There were a lot of visitors from all over bringing who knows what germs with them, and while we aren't living our lives in fear of catching the plague bug we are going away next week and didn't want to get sick before we go.

Consequently not much was achieved.  Songs were plinked and practised for the concert next weekend, stitches were knitted.  Some stitches were sewn on the flower basket quilt.....not long to go now, yay!....and some diamonds were cut.  As a result no pics were taken, so we'll dig into the vault today.

These were all taken at the Japanese Garden in Cowra on an autumn afternoon, some years ago.

Cowra is a pleasant town with a sad war history, which you read about in the link.

It's a very peaceful garden......

......a fitting memorial.

It seems appropriate to show these pics today as it's ANZAC Day.  This is a re-post of my words from several years ago:

'Today Australia and New Zealand are celebrating, if that is the right word, ANZAC Day.  It's the day when we remember the sacrifices of those who fought in wars for our country.  My father was stationed in New Guinea in WWII (as we found out a few years ago, he was in the War Graves unit) and never, never, ever spoke of his experiences - he was only 25YO when the war ended and it affected him profoundly.  Consequently it affected all of us; my mother, my brothers, and me.  He was not a happy man, he was a distant, sometimes abusive, father who walked out one day and never contacted any of us ever again; we found out he had died many years after it happened.  War doesn't only take people's lives....it takes away their souls too.'

He never marched on ANZAC Day.  It was not a good day in our house because he would go out and get drunk, my mother would get annoyed and bad-tempered, and we children would just do our best to keep out of the way. 

We do have a happier celebration though because, 48 years ago today, I moved in with Kevin - a minor scandal at the time, but inconsequential all these years later when so many couples live together without benefit of a ceremony.  Nearly half a century - my goodness!

Last week the courage was plucked up and a visit to the hairdresser took place.  I do not like sitting in the chair staring at myself for however long it takes.  I just do not.  However as it had been six months since the last trim and I want to look a bit spiffy for the concert next Saturday evening, it was time to have a few inches lopped off.  On the way home I called into the French café for a coffee (and a small treat) (because their treats are really nice) and asked if the hot cross buns were, indeed, flavoured by cardamom.  They were.  

"Duties of an escort.

A lady's escort should call for her and accompany her to the place of entertainment; go with her as far as the dressing-room, return to meet her there when she is prepared to go to the ball-room; enter the latter room with her and lead her to the hostess; dance the first dance with her; conduct her to the supper-room, and be ready to accompany her home whenever she wishes to go.  He should watch during the evening to see that she is supplied with dancing partners.  When he escorts her home she should not invite him to enter the house, and even if she does so, he should by all means decline the invitation.  He should call upon her within the next two days."

He sounds like the ideal escort, doesn't he?  Almost too good to be true.

Enjoy your days!

Jennifer