Lyon Carolings–FSF

The mad summer of sewing quilts has come to an end.  I found the list of quilts I’d made at the beginning of my time away from the classroom, and “French Quilt” was on the top.  I’d remade this–or as I like to say–I made this twice, just trying to find the right way to show off these fabrics from France.  You’ve heard the story before (click on Lyon Carolings in the tag cloud to your right on the main page of this blog), so I won’t bore you with it now.

I just couldn’t decide what to quilt in the center of the yellow squares, but went with a floral motif from the border.  I had to rip out one block when it turned out I hated that particular thread.  I have picked out a lot on this quilt.  I’d originally stitched the green borders with a swirling design from that same outer border.  Wrong.  Back-up.  Re-do.  So I unpicked that, and channel/echo stitched it to mimic the blue X’s in the center of the quilt.

(In your best French accent) Zee Famous Border!  And of course you can’t see the flower I chose.  But here it is all Photoshopped up so I could pick out the main design lines:

And here I’m laying it out on the quilt and marking.  Does anyone else hate marking like I do?  I don’t want pencil, although that is the easiest.  And since I don’t plan to wash this quilt (it’s for my hallway), I don’t want something I have to wash to get out.  I don’t trust the disappearing markers, so that only leaves me with chalk and my ragged eye to get the job done.  It was interesting, but yes, we got the job done.

And the back, with its four colors of toile.  Make that five if you count the hanging sleeve at the very top.

How did I come by all this fabric?  Like Miss Carrie of Schnibbles fame, we had traveled to France.  The first few days were touring around the south of France before we were headed to Toulouse for his scientific meeting.  We’d traveled far that one day, arriving at our B & B late (8:45 p.m.) just outside the town of Aix-en-Provence, after getting lost.  They did serve us our dinner, and the part I remember was having a chilled melon soup in the dark in their courtyard.  It was lovely, and served in a hollowed-out cantelope half that had been frozen.  The French do food right, I must say.

Aix-en-Provence, painted by John Horsewell

The next morning, we ate breakfast with the white mountain in view, an oft-painted mountain, then glancing at the darkening sky, checked out and drove to into Aix-en-Provence.  We were hoping to catch a market day.  As soon as we parked the car (in the carpark on the outskirts of town), the skies opened up and a huge torrential downpour kept up trapped in a deep doorway for ten minutes.  Of course we had only one umbrella between us (!), so we ran from doorway to doorway to the center of the town.  The market was closing up, even though the rain was ending–it was still quite drippy.  We caught a few photos of the newly washed melons, berries, tomatoes, when the downpour started up again.  We dodged into a shop that ringed the market square, peering out at the rain.  We were pretty discouraged.

Then my husband leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Turn around.  I think you’ll be happy.”  I turned and looked.  We had ducked into a fabric shop and although tiny, it was filled, floor-to-ceiling with glorious fabrics printed in the traditional manner of old France.  Those were the days when an extra suitcase was no problem and weight limits had not been heard of yet.  I had brought along a soft-sided suitcase and between my purchases here–and the ones the next week in Toulouse (for they had a lovely fabric shop as well)–I filled that suitcase full.

I have purchased these fabrics in other places, but this shop, found while dodging the pouring rain, was the genesis of my collection.

If you want to start your collection, I can recommend French Connections, here in North Carolina in the US of A.  They have a wide range of choices (that’s where I bought that fabulous yellow border) and I think given the cost of importing, the high price of cotton and the weak dollar against the euro, they have reasonable prices.

Happy Sewing!

6 thoughts on “Lyon Carolings–FSF

  1. Beautiful story! Talk about serendipity. The fabric origin should make this quilt that much more precious. Every time you look at it, you will think of France, a glorious storm, and a sweet husband. Does life get better than that?

  2. Oh, I loved reading this. I’m fortunate to have some little scraps of some of these very fabrics (thanks so much, BTW!), so I feel very connected to this quilt. One day I will see it in person!

  3. I love the look of this quilt! Where did you find the pattern? I’ve been looking around and can’t find it. Thanks in advance for any help you can give.

    • Hi Virginia, I had traveled to Lyon and like any good quilter, had taken photos of interesting geometric designs I’d seen. This posthas a picture of the ceiling which inspired my design. I have since seen other designs similar, so maybe a few of us had seen something interesting and had recreated it? But the pattern was just in my head, sorry to disappoint you if you were looking for a place to find it.

      I wish I could go back to Aix-en-Provence to that quilt shop again. Luckily there is a woman who sells a lot of French fabrics at the quilt show I go to. In one of the posts I write about her mail order business (just type in Lyon Carolings into the search box).

      Thanks for your nice comments on my quilt! Elizabeth

      On Mon, Feb 24, 2014 at 4:23 PM, OccasionalPiece–Quilt! wrote:

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