Sometime back Anonymous asked if my quilts were as shoddily constructed as Gwen Marston's. I've never been so lucky as to see Gwen Marston's work in person, but I'm sure that my quilts are far shoddier than hers. She actually measures (or at least says to in her books), which I rarely bother to do. I just slap things together. I get pleats and tucks and corners lopped off my stars:
I used this block, which was my first hand-piecing project. Since I had to cut it down some, I suspect I may lose some stitching. I didn't think to reinforce the seams until after I'd pieced it all together. I can do some repairs if the seams at the edges of the block come apart while I'm quilting it.
I love the three Mariner's Compass blocks that are in this top, but the reason I never finished that quilt was because the templates I traced from the book were inaccurate and the blocks seriously wobbled. So this quilt will undoubtedly wobble a bit.
So by Anonymous' standard am I shoddy? I'm sure I am. Depends on your definition of shoddy.
I consider my quilts uninhibited and carefree. They have all held together, no burst seams (except that darn Sunshine and Shadow which has poly-cotton fabric and thread with polyester batting) and no threads hanging off that look like you could tug them and bad things would happen. I've washed the quilts and they haven't fallen apart. That's not shoddy in my mind.
I was rereading a couple of early Joen Wolfram quilting books last night. I remember so admiring the quilts in them but now they look static and boring, no matter how colorful. I've greatly veered towards the asymmetrical and oddball, the imperfect and joyful.
I was inspired to go ahead and dig my orphan blocks back out and work on this quilt after getting the book Quilts by Paul D. Pilgrim: Blending the Old and the New by Gerald E Roy. The book shows 20 quilts made from purchased orphan blocks. In this quilt the blocks had fabric added where needed to make them the same size and then they were sashed:This one is my favorite. Bigger chunks of fabric were added to get this puzzle together.
I love how the blocks were used without regard to perfection and pointy bits. The motif in the middle block just doesn't fit, but it's still so striking.
On the non-quilty side of life, Sweetie and I made it to Montmartre yesterday. I got us so close to the restaurant and yet I just couldn't find the right street. It had to be nearby - here's the seafood market where I took photos of snails... Took us a half hour of walking up and down streets and alleys before we finally found it. Lunch was delicious and well worth the wait.
I am such an idiot with directions. And my husband knows that, so why does he continue to trust me? I figure he's the bigger fool for trusting the idiot.
My husband finished rereading the first six Harry Potter books and has been moping. Not happy books. And now he has to wait for well over a month to get the next one. I'll start my reading soon. Right now the second movie is in the player - the mandrake roots are screaming. I don't need to rewatch this one; the Prisoner of Azkaban is my favorite movie. And I need to rewatch the fourth one too to prep for the fifth movie. All this work we do for entertainment.
And speaking of entertainment, I am fully enjoying Kitchen Confidential. Definitely a series cut off before its time. The network only broadcast three or four episodes on tv, but more were made. What kind of chance is that to give a show?
I know some of you are cookbook obsessed. Have you been reading Ms Glaze's Pommes d'Amour? She's posting delicious recipes and now that she's not working at the meat station in the restaurant there aren't sad pictures of critters. I want to be her new best friend and recipe experimentee.