I have often admired One Block Wonder (OBW) quilts, and vaguely considered making one. But since making one involves buying the same panel or print six or seven times, it's an expensive buy-in. So when I discovered a website that would mock-up what a OBW quilt would look like with any given fabric, I decided to have some wholly digital fun, for a buy-in of $0 and 0¢.
A quick update. As I mentioned last time, I have been following the tutorial put out by Donna of Jordan Fabrics. I have made one improvement on Donna's method, which I'll explain briefly. And I've learned a little more about myself, which will inform my future quilting choices.
Ambivalence is a fruitful inspiration: when I sorta-like and sorta-hate something, the incongruity fidgets in my mind, and won't settle until I make something with it. Tula Pink fabric is such an inspiration for me. What I love is the creativity of the prints, the hidden critters and swirling flowers and whimsy of them. What I hate is the busy-ness. According to her website, "Tula comes from the 'more is more' school of design where there is never enough space and always room for that one last thing," while I firmly believe that detail without focus is clutter, and clutter stresses me out. Finally, there are her colors, which are bright and fun and neon... and like minor notes, just slightly off from what you might find satisfying. It's hard to match or co-ordinate with her prints, unless you work with other prints from the same collection.
I wonder if I can design my own Foundation Paper Piecing (FPP)? (Of course I can.) I wonder if the cracked ice research I did may help? (Why the heck not!)
When my mom and I left East Africa, we went to Liberia, in West Africa, to visit the family of our stateside Liberian friend. We took a lot of pictures of people there, to bring back to our friend who hadn't seen his family in years. This photo, of Grandma with her grandson Shadrach, is lovely. I decide to use my compass method to see if I can cracked-ice it into FFP slices.
Just a quick post, because it's too pretty not to share!
Something inside my breast shifted, like a door opening, and inside me was the Serengeti, and oceans of grass swaying without hurry, while massive gentle beasts swayed unhurriedly with it, walking... and eating... walking and eating, nudging and brushing up against each other.
I loved elephants.
Remember the Hunter's Star quilt I started for my sister last October?
NO MORE HUNTER'S STAR
A new pattern is required. And quite accidentally, I find it through a merry link trail on Reddit!
This presents a matter of interpretation: in English, "grass" connotes something unremarkable and ephemeral, while "weed" connotes something hardy and unwelcome. The poem changes pretty dramatically depending on whether the poet pauses to reconsider humble grass or a noxious weed! I lean toward the "grass" reading, though. I like to think that the existence of a name makes the passer-by stop to observe something he'd never considered noteworthy before.
Quilting, dressmaking, and history plied with the needle...
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