Long light days, a blooming garden, lovely weather and …… frantic
sewing … and I am supposed to be retired!! I often wonder why I feel so compelled
to slam things under my sewing machine. I suppose the main reason is that I don’t
like to waste anything and that attitude was ingrained in us as children in the
50s. We were also encouraged not to waste any time as it is very precious and
so we were always busy. The chores were completed first before sitting down and
then we usually had something in our hands so as to make good use of our TV
watching time! Another reason for frantic sewing just now is that I am trying
to finish off unfinished projects for the Gresford show. This is the only time
now when I choose to exhibit new pieces and sell my ‘historic’ projects, of
which there are many. Once this phase has passed, I will rethink where I am going
with my creative endeavours.
That said, I was anxious this week to make progress on my calendar
quilt, where I am enjoying the creative process without the pressure of
deadlines. So, continuing from last week, the pattern was pinned onto the back of
the panel.
I placed sheers onto the RS, where I more or less wanted
them to appear. From the WS (the pattern side) I sewed around the shape to trap
the sheers in place.
I thought I would continue to do this, placing colour where
I wanted it to be to build up the design. After placing a green sheer on the
next part of the pattern, I realised straight away that I did not like it and that
the design was in danger of becoming contrived; this is not what I was trying
to achieve.
After a bit of reverse sewing (which incidentally I hate to
do because it smacks of failure!!) I started to layer and pin sheers more randomly
on the RS.
Then I began defining the pattern from the WS again,
building up strength of colour in areas where I wanted it.
More sheers and more stitching followed.
I have a water colour garden hanging which I am quilting for
Gresford and here is Chivers trying to halt my progress by sitting on my quilt
so I can’t move it freely under my machine. Must be his tea time!
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