Forgotten pleasures

I went to the Knitting & Stitching Show last week, with my lovely friend Jo. I haven’t been since before I had the boy, what with being firstly a new mother of only 4 weeks, and then a mother who rightly decided that a pushchair with a one year old in those crowds would be hell. This year was fine, because he goes to his lovely childminder, and so I was free to skip all the way across the river, with a sandwich from Paul in my bag (Florence is right – the food is dreadful), and a willingness to open my purse if I liked what I saw.
I took my camera but I took no pictures. None at all. I think I was just happy to be out, looking at some great textile art, as well as some fine examples of what Jo calls “misplaced effort”- you know, those things that you think, ‘technically accomplished, yes, but really quite hideous and pointless’. Thankfully there weren’t many of those this year. We truly loved the knitted herons in particular, and I was buoyed to discover that the artist had got herself a dream job as a weaver after graduating. Just a wee reminder that there are people out there following their passions to the limit.

After a lunch that included two glasses of wine my purse well and truly spilled open and I bought some lovely things from Ray Stitch and Eternal Maker. It’s the first new fabric I’ve bought in an age. I bought with projects in mind for once, and probably not coincidentally, it’s the first time I’ve felt properly excited by sewing in forever. This might also have something to do with being able to see the sewing surface again. The new fabric also made me realise I need a little bit of a de-stash, so that’s another job to stick on the bottom of my list.

But for today, I’m just going to do some actual sewing. Yes, I know. I can’t believe it either.

(Apologies for slightly blurry photos – I would have redone them, but I’ve already cut the fabric. No, I can’t believe that either.)

Forward Thinking

Backstitch Goodies

I love a parcel from Alice at Backstitch. The wrapping is so fresh and hopeful, it almost makes me forget that I am likely to let at least one of my purchases sit unused for several months.

Backstitch Goodies

I just had to buy new patterns. I think I might have a pattern addiction that is worse than my fabric one, but as Alice said I’ve bought something for everyone. Firstly the Negroni shirt, since a chat with Florence confirmed it was good for chaps with unfeasibly long arms. My problem will be finding a fabric for Mr J, because he is horribly picky.

Secondly a Figgys pattern for Fitz. He also has unfeasibly long arms that grow out of his t-shirts faster than the rest of him. What did I do to deserve this? I’m horribly excited about the book Sewing for Boys, but it isn’t due out until August or something silly like that so I decided to fill the gap for now.

Thirdly, another dress for me, the Crepe. I am still sworn off dressmaking for myself, yes. Doesn’t mean you can’t add to the ever growing pile of things you want to make for yourself and may not get round to before the year’s out. I’m ok with that.

Backstitch Goodies

I also popped the swatch of Klona solids into the basket. Seemed rude not to. They are indeed lovely in the flesh. I’ve been loving the solid love going on recently, even if I’m a way away from another quilt project. Sometimes the eye candy and the dreaming are enough.

 

Simple Pleasures

Sometimes the very simplest of things can make a day brighter. Simple things like perfect new soft-soled slippers. I like to sew without shoes, to feel the pressure of the peddle with the sole of my foot, but my sewing room has a hard floor and can be so very cold in the evenings…

Linen Slippers

Linen Ballet Slippers from Muji.

Embarcation

I had a lovely meeting with my midwife today, where we talked about labour and birth and the fact that my due date is now only six weeks away, and how quickly it’s gone. I do love my midwife, and it’s reassuring that my own thoughts on how I want things to go coincide with the group practice’s normal procedures. (Incidentally when I say my midwife I do mean that – I’m lucky enough to be with a practice that has community midwives so she was assigned to me from day one and comes to do all my visits at home. It’s very non-medical, which is how I think a normal pregnancy should be treated, and all I’ve had to go to hospital for are scans.) Happily, she’s now pregnant as well so our meetings aften involve me asking her how she’s doing too, and whether or not she’s managed to quell her addiction to ready salted crisps.

Once she’d gone I thought about those six short weeks, that could be as few as four if he’s eager to come out, or as many as eight if he isn’t, and decided it was about time I made a start on the boy’s quilt. Oh how I love to plan, and how I love to learn new things, and yet there hadn’t been room to contemplate doing either properly until I was in my new room.

quilting books

It’s always been at the back of my mind though, and when I was going past Borders on Oxford St, who are having a mad closing down sale, I popped in and managed to pick up these two titles. The craft shelves were completely ravaged even though the sale had only been on a couple of days, so I counted myself lucky to get anything at all. Jelly Roll Quilts was almost left on the shelf, because I already had their other book, which includes charm packs and layer cakes, but I hadn’t found anything I really liked. 200 quilt blocks has a good techniques section at the end on putting the whole thing together, and I thought I’d be certain to find something in it.

nine patch block

I’m very pleased I got the former as it turns out, because a jelly roll is what I have, and their instructions on making the block I finally chose are specific to using the long strips, whereas the instructions in the other book are presumably for cutting from larger pieces of fabric and would have had me doing all sorts of unnecessary slicing.

I’ve settled on a simple nine patch block, which will make me feel as if I’m doing some proper piecing, but isn’t so complicated that I’ll doom myself to failure. I’m not entirely sure how big I want it to be, or even just how big it ends up being of its own accord, depending on how many blocks I make, but the quilt in the book (the ninepatch wonder) is mixed with hourglass squares and ends up being 64″ × 76″, which is probably too large for a baby.

strips

I unfurled the roll to get a better look at the fabrics, and removed the pinks and yellows from the equation. I probably wouldn’t have included the pink even if I was having a girl and since I took this picture I’ve decided to remove the orange and simplify the colour scheme even more. I’m sure I’ll find something to do with the leftover strips, and I might even end up using some of them if I think the quilt will be too small.

Of course, no new skill would be complete without a spot of shopping, and my first purchase had to be a cutting ruler that measures in inches, since the two I have only have centimetres, and it makes no sense to use a strip measuring 2.5″ wide and a 1/4″foot on my machine if I can’t cut in inches. I went for the creative grids turn around ruler, since they have a nifty ability of easily measuring in whole and half inches, and while I was there I figured I might as well get some safety pins for basting. It’s a long way off but better to be prepared.

This makes it sound like I’m making progress, but have you any idea how long it’s going to take me to pair those strips up?

Fish pies, newborns, boats, aircraft carriers, fabric, shoes, shoe racks, wriggling

You know I have that category called ‘life getting in the way’? Well sometimes it truly does, but in the best of ways.
leeks for pies 
 On May 1st my oldest friend, who I’ve known for half my life, became a father for the first time. His heroic wife gave birth to their son at 1am, and I felt so priviledged to hold him only 16 hours later. In the hours inbetween I made fish pies for the hungry parents to have in their first few weeks.

aircraft carrier at Greenwich

I also went on a trip down the river on a boat, with a friend who has lived here for years, many more years than me, but has never experienced the delights of the Thames Clipper out to Greenwich – when they get out of the speed restricted part of the river it’s terrific fun, especially on the open decks at the back (just don’t bother doing your hair). When we arrived we were both oddly disconcerted by the huge aircraft carrier moored just along from the pier. We walked across Greenwich Park and Blackheath to get some lunch and then back again, only to find the aircraft carrier shedding its load of helicopters…

fabric from Kent

There was also another bout of stash shopping, with Florence, Helen and Lisa, although I’m refusing to feel guilty about this one. It was a grand day out, though I had to bow out slightly early due to tiredness – there was still time for three hours of laughing over one cup of tea, and I came home with new shoes. Lisa wonders how you get your purchases into the house – I confess I walk in with them boldly and proceed to tell Mr J exactly how much everything cost, while he tells me he doesn’t care. Last week I went home with an Orla Kiely flannel from Heal’s and kept brandishing it at him while I said ‘three pounds!’ repeatedly.

Ikea hacking - shoe rack

We’ve also been doing a spot of Ikea hacking. I bought the shoe rack when it was on offer for £35 (see - now I’m doing it to you) but what it really needs before I can let it live in the hall is a good coating of Farrow & Ball. I don’t know if it counts as true ikea hacking but it’s enough for me, because it’s more than just getting it out of the box and putting it together. This is all part of Operation Holy F*ck, where we have to somehow rearrange the house to fit a baby in it.

And of the baby, all is well according to my lovely midwife. In fact it’s better than that – the wee one really started to squirm around at the weekend, which I am finding incredible and incredibly funny. I hope this baby likes laughing, because that’s all it must be hearing. It quite makes the heartburn and insomnia worthwhile.