I had planned on writing this morning, even though Andy Murray was playing in the Wimbledon Gentleman’s Final. But last night I had second thoughts; I’ve been working many days, checking on tennis without watching much of it. I’ve been a Wimbledon fan for a long time; I remember when Boris Becker won the title at the age of seventeen. Living in the UK was heaven when it came to the grandest of the slams, but if I had that much access to the matches now, hardly any writing would be accomplished, ha ha. As it is, I’ve made some big headway in The Hawk, and perhaps today was the perfect time to take a little breather. I spent this morning hand-quilting the Big Bright Quilt while paying a fair amount of attention to the McEnroe Brothers and Chris Fowler commenting on the contest, considering not too much else.
That’s what happens when tennis starts at 6 o’clock in the morning!
Yesterday afternoon and evening I wrapped up another little project, a table runner for my eldest to match some place mats I made for her family. I never posted about those, but the runner I did want to share, in part that I took several shots of it with my phone, although please don’t ask which setting goes with what photo. Which of course is the reason I took these shots, sort of silly not to have paid attention to how they were snapped.
Currently the runner is basted and waiting for me to sit at my machine; I won’t hand-quilt this because I didn’t hand-quilt the place mats. And because I have enough hand-quilting to do already, lol. I took photos of that work while trying out camera settings and I was pleased with those shots as well.
I did consider, as Murray and Milos Raonic traded amazing ground strokes and very fine volleys, how hand-quilting provides time to appreciate the fabrics. As I sewed, memories of making this quilt top were fresh in my mind. I won’t get that experience when I machine-quilt the table runner, but I shall enjoy viewing it every time I visit Little Miss and her folks.
Watching Wimbledon is sort of like that; I recall the fantastic players of the past, like Britain’s Tim Henman, oh goodness I so wanted him to reach the Final! Martina Navratilova is one of my all times faves, while the Roger Federer/Marin Cilic match offered a glimpse of Cilic’s coach Goran Ivanisevic, who won in 2001 as a wildcard entry! (He’s the only wildcard to have ever taken the title, by the way….) I was so pleased to see Juan Martin Del Potro back on the grass, maybe he’ll go further in New York at the US Open. A small part of my love for Wimbledon is the rekindling of the past, the game as well as life in Yorkshire. Most of it however is my affection for sports. Yes I love to write and sew, but first came an appreciation for athletes, and it’s not just baseball players to make me smile.
However, the fortnight at the All England Club is over for another year. I’m going on a brief holiday next week, then the work resumes on The Hawk when I return. I am taking the Big Bright Quilt with me, something to do in the evenings. I wonder in the future, while snuggled under this quilt, if I’ll consider Wimbledon and/or books. Maybe Eric, Lynne, and the rest will be like those tennis players who stir happy recollections. How the mind retains, then reflects memories is a curious, sometimes precarious notion. I bet next month’s US Open will figure into that quilt too, but I’ll think about that in late August. Right now Andy Murray’s win at Wimbledon is plenty to celebrate.