I suppose this is like writing The Hawk, but much less time is necessary. I’ve been working on this since February, taking several breaks throughout March. Now I feel it’s time to get moving, not that I’m planning on using this for months, although it’s been cool lately, small storms blowing through.
This will be for autumn when I’m feeling like wrapping around myself a large colourful blanket. Still not sure if I’ll back it with cotton or flannel, but the top is coming together.
What I want to accomplish with this quilt is shade and size. Depth and lightness. A quilt encompassing but broken in stages. I’m thinking a very light pinkish-red for sashing, maybe a couple of different hues to bring all these random blocks together.
I’m thinking nothing fall-like in shades, I’m thinking how wonderful it will be to drape myself in this decadently vibrant creation.
And I’m thinking of hand-quilting this baby once it gets to that point. I’ll recline under it in the summer evenings while watching baseball as stitches are weaved through three layers, bringing all this sewing into one cohesive piece.
I love walking into the sewing/writing grotto and spying this on the quilt wall. I love peeking at the assembled fabrics that gather on the table to my right, waiting to be made into yet one more block.
Every time I turn around while writing, these collections of colour fill the available space. To the left I’ll add another row of blocks, one of these days.
Maybe it’s a lot like writing The Hawk, of which Part Ten is underway. It’s slow-going though, unlike the last few sections which have flown from my brain like no time remains.
Lately that mood has been for the sewing. I don’t mind; all things in their own good time, be they fabrics or fowl-themed novels.