Quilt Finish: (dreaming in color)

July 28, 2024August 30, 2025 Elizabeth E.8 Comments

I have a 2-D Brain.

Yesterday we went to our town’s Maker Space which was filled with all kinds of machines from sublimation to a movie studio to laser cutters to several 3D printers, and it was on this last enterprise that they decided to train us. We filed into the computer room, filled with all kinds of computers (nice ones!) and opened up the program and started to design. I mean, I tried to design. The plane on which I was creating was wobbling all around, and then it would leave my screen, floating around.

Many of the design tools were like my Affinity Designer at home, but not really. I just couldn’t figure this thing out, even though I was madly clicking and trying. It was then I realized: I have a 2D brain. My final project in my Digital Art class many years ago was titled, Leaving Flatland. I won’t bore you with the details, but that exhibit came back into my mind as I sat at the fancy computer, desperately trying to leave flatland. At the end, I deleted my file of 3D doodles, and we went on a tour of the building. The very next room was a room filled with sewing machines.

Now we’re talking.

(dreaming in color) • Quilt number 289 • 24″ square

I’d been thinking about flat quilts this week, as I kept calling this “the flat houses quilt” while I was working on it. I wanted it to be a smooth 2D plane, where color would be the focus through repeated shapes. Simple. Flat. Repeated. Colorful.

In the 3D world, they did have this concept of printing something to help you print, a circular idea which still is rolling around in my mind. But that’s sort of how my patterns evolve: I am making the quilt as I’m writing the pattern, each process a support and discovery for the other. I originally imagined this as a large wall quilt. And then maybe I wanted it a bit smaller. And smaller yet, to fit a particular corner of my sewing room. And I wanted to try some reverse appliqué. I wanted it to be made in grunge fabrics. And I wanted to be able to make it with the windows >inset< rather than >applied.< By the time I was finished with the quilt, I was finished writing the pattern.

I spent time on three patterns this week:

This one, because it was old and needed a make-over. How old? It didn’t even have the one-inch key on the templates, as I didn’t know how to make that item when I first started out.

This one, because although it was mostly finished when I posted about the quilt last week, I needed to finish it up for someone who asked about it. This has three different sizes and looks.

This one, because it was finished, and I was ready to post about the quilt.

Like many of you, I watched the Paris Olympics opening ceremonies, and like some pundits, declare Mongolia’s outfits far and away more beautiful and interesting than some larger nations’ costumes (like why does the USA always seem to have the same ones, over and over?) I got a kick out of the boats on the Seine, and the various parts that sort of held together with luck and a prayer, but that last song by Celine Dion was incredible, as was the lighting of the cauldron. I loved it all.

The athletes have been featured in many different ads (Sara Blazer for Dior).

I knew it would happen: Christmas prints are finally back to Christmas green and Christmas red, after veering through pink and turquoise and whatever. While it was fun for a while, I’m happy to see these colors come back.

And this kept us on edge this week, too. This roaring fire was too close to my neighborhood and too big, and too fast and frightening. Our city’s firefighters tamed the beast, started by three teens with fireworks. As one boy was running away (as caught by a security camera), he turned and asked “Do you have a fire extinguisher?” The man of the house answered, “You are way beyond that now,” as the kid jumped into a silver pickup with his friends and roared off.

I signed up for a class at our local-yet-national quilt show, Road to California, one where I wouldn’t have to think too much, nor buy too much, nor cart insane amounts of gear: blackwork embroidery.

A friend advertised on Instagram that she was So Done With This Quilt and did anyone want it? I was second in line, and this week it showed up. Absolutely gorgeous work, with every point pristine and every flower in place. I hope I don’t ruin it, but did order pattern and fabric to try and finish it. That will be my winter project.

This is my summer project, with my friend Leisa: a Halloween quilt. We are both suckers for Halloween quilts.

Quilting, while listening to PBS Newshour, which discussed Biden’s stepping away from the race, and Kamala Harris’ ascension to presidential candidate.

(This has turned into a This and That Post, sort of unintentionally.)

Happy [Olympic] Stitching!

The back of (dreaming in color) in the afternoon sunlight.

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Happy Valley Quilt Finish • This and That April 2024

April 28, 2024August 30, 2025 Elizabeth E.14 Comments

Need some insight into my quilting?

Here it is: the “Insight Table” for the HandiQuilter Sweet Sixteen. This table was purchased in another life, in January of this year. I had avoided trying to quilt with it since so much had crowded my personal spaces. But finally, I pulled this quilt top from the closet:

June 2021 — title: Happy Valley.

It was perfect for trying to learn to quilt a new way to work with this machine. The little “eyeballs” on either side of the needle (see above) are supposed to track my movements. It’s all coordinated with a few dials and buttons on the screen, which I couldn’t figure out at first, leaving me with skips in my stitches:

I’d be moving the quilt, and it would stop, skip a stitch, then start again. The stitches were very even, but…sigh. Because this is so new, there’s not much out there on the internet. I finally figured out to up the percentage of my “Cruise Speed” to 18% (I previously had it at 11%). That seemed to fix it. This doesn’t make me go faster, but it keeps up with me when I do. I could always get even stitches when I was going really slow, but now this sensing system gives me more even stitches, a welcome assistant in my world.

I’d started sketching this out (right side, white arrow), setting the grid into the colors. However, that seemed to make the black come forward, when I wanted it to go backward. So I reversed it (left side, blue arrow).

Break for dinner. I knew I was going to be sore the next day, as I hadn’t quilted on this machine for nearly four months. (I was.)

After dinner, laid out on the floor. All the black was quilted, so I could start deciding on how I want to quilt the colors. You’ll have to take my word for it, as the camera was fighting for a proper exposure with all those reds.

I finished it up a few days later. I always have troubles when trying to figure out how to quilt borders; this one showed me as we went along.

This is quilt #250, from when I finished up the quilt top and listed it in my Index, above. Here is another post about the origins, if you are for some more reading. The original block came from my rendition of a Chinese wooden window screen, as I was fascinated by all the patterns that I saw when I went to China about a thousand years ago.

All these photos are from Shanghai. I strolled the streets while my husband was in scientific meetings. All of this was one month after 9/11; the airports were ghost towns, the streets in Shanghai had plentiful police officers. Half the people in the conference had cancelled their travel, but we were so anxious to see China (and Japan, which was also part of the trip) that we went. With great trepidation. I wrote personal letters to all the children, just in case our airplane was shot out of the sky, but the trip was a wonderful introduction to that part of the world. We’ve been back to Japan one more time, but not to China, and I doubt we ever will return.

NYBeauties Update:
I’ve mapped out a schedule for finishing the blocks, for those who are doing this with me. It will also help keep me honest, and keep me on track, especially when Leila has started a really fun foundation paper piecing freebie called Back to Nature (visit her Instagram to find out more). I’ve got to get those going, too.

Leila is incredibly talented. And the flip side is: I wish I had a better attitude for doing all those itty-bitty wedges around the outside. But it’s done, and only three weeks late. I’m so spoiled by using freezer paper on my Foundation Paper Piecing, that going back to paper (and I even used my vellum paper) is driving me nuts. I’ll have to try the next one with freezer paper.

This was a shock: QuiltMania stopped publishing. There doesn’t seem to be any information about this at all, but I do know that they, along with every other magazine, were struggling after covid. I guess they finally just ran out of the ability to go forward.

I feel fortunate that I was able to have some quilts published in their magazines. (I’ve been holding off on releasing one of my patterns, because a variation could be found in their recent Simply Vintage magazine.)
I will miss Carol’s unerring eye for bringing us new and interesting quilt shows and quilts. She made a difference in what I see and what I make. Thank you, Carol and QuiltMania.

This week I had some friends come over for a Sew Day, and one of them brought the new project she was trying out: Manx quilting, which originated on the Isle of Man.

We were all fascinated when she told us the history, and how the measurements and sizes were based on a quilter’s hand. While my friend used a rotary cutter and a ruler to help her get her fabrics ready, in traditional Manx quilting, strips were torn from worn garments. Amy Smart has a tutorial on how to make one of these blocks, typically done in red, white and blue. There are other links, if you want to do a search on this. I like the little tucks that are formed: all construction is hidden and the sewing is done by hand.

I worked on this: a new-to-me collage technique from Emily Taylor, the Collage Quilter. Unlike the Laura Heine version, this one is based on color and value, rather than shape.

My greatest challenge was not cutting out shapes that looked like jelly beans. I’m working on it, I’m working on it.

I’d purchased a roll of parchment paper from the grocery store H-E-B when were there. Who can’t succeed with a name like this (see below)?

(Really, it was just like regular parchment paper, but don’t tell the good folks at H-E-B.)

Local cherry blossoms, not plum blossoms. Here’s why I think so (no leaves, oval buds, multiple blooms on a stem).

(I call this version Summer Snowcone. Same pattern.)

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Quilt Your Life, Quilt Your Stuff

March 24, 2024August 30, 2025 Elizabeth E.17 Comments

For most of her life, Jessie Homer French worked without much expectation or hope of attention or sales or critical acclaim. In a recent article, she said “I paint my life, my stuff. I really, really care about the painting turning out. I’m really upset when it doesn’t. But I don’t feel any need to communicate. I’m sorry. That’s not the point.”

What a refreshing change from the inundation of famous film stars and celebrities and all those fascinating things on social media, which — in the end — draw us away from our quieter lives, or as Homer French says, being “a regular ordinary painter who hangs out in her garage, and desperately tries to make something that she likes.”

While she made this “mapestry” with thread, cloth, and embroidery, her paintings are what she’s known for:

This scene is up in the mountains above Palm Desert, Southern California area. I don’t know why this bio on her drew me in so much. Maybe it was the barren landscapes that she paints, or her focus on her creating, whether in cloth or with paints. And maybe like the stack of paintings that piled up in her garage, sending her out to find a gallery that would sell her paintings, I feel we quilters often toil quietly, with our cloth and thread, imbuing what’s in our hands with our life, our stuff.

Here’s some of my recent work:

Bit by bit, Twilight Garden is taking shape. It’s going to be a hand-work project now.

On the first day of Spring it was warm enough to set out lunch on the patio. Our conversations seem to unfurl at a slower pace out there.

We had our wisteria trimmed; the squirrel’s perch is right outside my sewing room window.

I’ve been photographing my Mother’s few journals. She was too busy to write much, ever, so they are brief and don’t cover much time. But reading them is like having a good conversation with her.

I went on (another!) trip to Utah to see this tall granddaughter come home after an 18-month mission to Argentina.

And to have lunch with my father’s sisters.

My father gave me this book many years ago, and I pulled it out this week. I found little notes tucked in addressed to me, instructing me to place some newspaper clippings he’d sent, into the back of the book. It was poignant to see his handwriting again.

It’s a weighty book, one man’s year of mourning for his father. I’ll have to take it slow, but right at the beginning this caught my heart:

“And when grief is gone? Still one may not speak of one’s parents baldly. After the twelve months of mourning, the rabbis continue, one must accompany the mention of one’s dead father or one’s dead mother with the words, ‘May his memory be a blessing for life in the world to come.’ Modern Jews have abridged this locution of piety. They speak of their dead and say ‘May his memory be a blessing,’ and they mean a blessing here, upon us. But the rabbis meant a blessing there, upon him….I can believe that the memory of our dead is a blessing here, upon us. Can I believe that it is a blessing there, upon them?”

I can only hope so. Really, I want both. As I think about my mother and father, feeling grateful at this Eastertide for their influence in all ways, I hope their memory is a blessing for them, together. And with my needle and scissors in hand, their memories and these blessings help me pass some really long days.

Quilt your stuff, everyone. Quilt your life.

Happy Easter Week!

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February 2023 • This and That

February 27, 2024August 30, 2025 Elizabeth E.15 Comments

I finished all the tendrils and vines and flowers and now just have the center circles to appliqué and so I started thinking, what’s next?

A border with leaves…with flower buds and occasionally not flower buds. This wasn’t my first idea, but it seems to stick. I was hoping my brain would cough up something a little wilder, like Gaugin, or something. I can’t figure out a title for this quilt-in-progress, having gone from Midnight Garden, to Twilight Garden. Which sent me down the rabbit hole of what is twilight?

I wanted a title for how flowers look when the sun has gone down but it’s not yet dark, and it turns out I have three different descriptions: civil twilight, nautical twilight and astronomical twilight. I think I was trying for nautical twilight. Stay curious and read about it here.

What else?

I used to be paranoid about releasing my ideas before they were a pattern [coming soon!], but I know whoever is looking at this won’t steal it, right? But this is how it looked in my head and this is where we are today:

Inverted Log Cabin. Yep, I sewed that last seam, raced downstairs, grabbed Dave and we snapped a photo in — what else is on my brain in this post?–twilight. I’m thinking Civil Twilight.

Now to figure out how to quilt it. I’ve been highly influenced by Christine Perrigo‘s ideas (took a class from her at QuiltCon once) about how to think outside the lines. On the left, last night’s attempt. On the right, this morning’s. I just worry that it may all obscure the center floating square. And what color of thread? I try never to start with my first ideas, but let them jell a bit.

I received this amaryllis from a friend for Christmas, and on the left is how it looked when it bloomed in December. On the right, is the flower now, nearly DOUBLE the height. Is it because it’s a low-light window? When it is on the countertop, it’s taller than I am now and almost taller than my husband. Should I stop watering it? Let it go dormant? Does this blooming ever stop? I’m looking for tips from all the amaryllis experts out there.

And it’s awards season so we get to see what all the stylists dress their clients in, as well as see Fashion Week’s street fashions, as well as things that in the shows. Mostly, I think: “There’s no way I could ever wear this!” And the Fashion Person replies, “Made you look.” Although I do like some elements of all the fashion shots above, remember, they are highly curated. By me.

That pocket is black check, sewn on in a non-factory method, on a navy-checked shirt. I think Dad sewed it on at one point, because his shirt didn’t have a pocket. Or he took it to a terrible place that had terrible machines. And where did he get the square of fabric? (He was highly resourceful, all the time.) I only took two shirts from his closet when we cleaned out, and we donated the rest to a group at the local university who lets students “shop” from the selection to look spiffed up for interviews, etc. I am pretty sure they wouldn’t be needing this one, or another worn one. I cut off collars/cuffs/buttonplackets and will use them in a project I have in mind. In the background are couple of my husband’s old shirts, too. Now if I could just find the bag with the other blocks from this Project I Have In Mind, I’d be really happy.

I have since distributed these, but I also brought home his paintbrushes. Several members of my family wanted some, and it’s nice to know he’ll be thought of, whether they are put to use, or tucked into a pencil cup. All of this is a way to re-integrate parts of my life together.

I had been feeling this way, for a bit too long. (I’m going to start calling things on my To Do List “Mysterious Activities.”) But this week I had a whole free day without anything scheduled and pushed forward on several fronts (like finishing the appliqué at the top of this post). And a quilt showed up from my quilter:

Halfway there on getting the binding on my 2023 Temperature Quilt. I am aiming to finish it by February 29th because how cool to finish a quilt on Leap Day, right?

And the last thing in What I Dragged Home from my Parents’ House Category is this reading stand. No, I didn’t get it from the parents, but it has to do with them. I borrowed my mother’s journals back from my niece and am slowly reading them. Having this, helps.

Almost done here, hang on. This is the set of trees, made for the Gridster Bee, for February. It’s from someone’s pattern, but it kind of drove me nuts, because…the center seam on the tree. (Why?) But the game in online Bees is they choose the block they want. And we make them one, or two…or three.

I went to pick up my friend to take her to her Birthday Lunch, and this gorgeous hibiscus was blooming in the rain on her front patio. Couldn’t resist snapping a photo.

And even though it’s still February, I have already put out March’s St. Patrick’s Day girl, because right before that holiday is the Dreaded Daylight Savings Time Shift on March 10th (hate it because I like morning light, and NO, DST doesn’t give you “more light”), and right after THAT ignominious day, we will have St. Patrick’s Day, then dance in our gardens for the First Day of Spring (March 19th), and and then after that we drag out the bunnies and eggs and stuff for Easter, which is the last Sunday of March. Couldn’t we have spaced these out a little more?

Happy Whatever!