My computer has been stuck in some weird start-up cycle on and off all day. It won't actually ever really start.
It is both quite terrifying and deliciously liberating.
I spent most of the day farting about in the sewing room. I took a photo of my basket collection but didn’t think to get rid of the ugly doormat or half-dead geranium.
I used a dud knight as my pincushion because I couldn’t find my real (and enormous) pincushion. He isn’t even sewn closed.
I finished a monkey and thought about walking to the park to style him in a tree.
I swore a lot at inanimate objects like the empty bobbin and the lost pincushion and the fabric that was a bee’s whisker too small.
and then I walked the dog.
Arse up ! that's the way it is around here. For all this busy-ness there is very little to show. I just finished a huge fun project and will share it all a bit later on and am mid way through pattern writing and drawing and sewing on a heap of stuff. (I know it is incredibly unfashionable to say this, but……… I like being busy, none of this slow-movement crap for me) I have enough projects bubbling in my brain to keep me going well into my dotage.
I got a delivery of felt yesterday was wondering if it is the cold weather that draws me more to felt at the moment, kind of like the way knitters get drawn back to their yarn.
These are the guys we will be working on in my kids classes in the next holidays. Its a bit of a departure, with wool and minkee and polar fleece but so much fun! I The pattern is huge, I have written it as three complete separate patterns so there is no flicking back and forth for instructions. Its not really one that’s destined to be stocked by patchwork shops so it might become a PDF one of these days….. and looking at that photo – you know I am going to have to re-do that duck….the beak? the tummy? Colours all wrong !!!!
See . Who has time for the slow-movement? I have a duck crisis !
I have been writing this blog post now for more than an hour, and I am struggling. I cannot explain how it felt to meet dear dear friends who I firmly believed I would never ever meet in real life.
I hope they know just how much it meant to me. These photos look so “stand-and-smile” but it wasn’t like that at all. There was a LOT of hugging and some gift swapping, and loud raucous laughter and a bit more hugging. There were toilet stories and sharing and encouragement and support and invites to parties. Thimbleanna you are here in spirit. We never did manage a photo-or certainly not on any of my devices. I smile like an idiot every time I look at these photos, Stephanie, Jacquie and Erica
You lot are a whole lot of bomb-diggetty.
and this is a new friend and a story I shall be telling for about the next five forevers. A while ago, Angie sent me one of those “you-don’t-know-me-but” kind of emails. In her email she offered to loan me some things for my booth. In fact, she went around and photographed all the things in her house that might be useful and sent me pics and measurements and ideas. (yep, kinda crazy… but in the best way). I bought things online and sent them to her house…..lots of things in lots of boxes. Nothing was too much trouble. Then Angie and her gorgeous (and funny) husband delivered all my junk to the Convention centre for me, along with their furniture. Angie helped me set up and then hung out with Jem and I and then at the end of it, they were there helping again. Unbelievable !
After quilt market Jem and I went to visit Angie and her family to say thanks and were given dinner and completely and utterly embraced. Angie’s help was invaluable, not just at quilt-market but in the weeks before-hand when I was a complete stress head. It felt so good to have someone on hand in that whole other alien country who I could ask questions of. I knew Angie was a great person but it was just so much more than that, we got to hang out with her awesome family and laugh and read bedtime stories. On the night we were leaving we all headed outside and then Angie realised we didn’t have a photo so we rushed back in and took a few quick pics. (look at the littlest man sleeping in the background). The very best bit about this crazy internet adventure is the new friends, and I know you all know that.
I tell you, my dance-card overflows.