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Placemats and Quilt Repair

Quilted with bindings attached to the front, ready for the backs to be sewn.

Aches and pains hampered some of the hand sewing yesterday, yet I remained undaunted, machine sewing the bindings instead.  I prefer hand-sewn bindings, but didn’t wish to aggravate my right shoulder.

Straight out of the washer and dryer, crinkly and completed!

I am so pleased for how these turned out; I machine quilted them with bright orange thread, and the contrast is nice on the lighter squares.

The two bindings I hand sewed alongside one that went under the machine. We’ll see how my shoulder heals for the rest of the placemats….

Using my machine does make for faster completions, so I’m grateful for that method.  I wanted to get these placemats to my daughter today, although a big blue quilt of theirs is still hanging around my house for repair.

Two of the patches I added, as well as a new binding, which I am going to hand sew. Hopefully my shoulder will accommodate that work.

This comforter has been languishing for a few months; it needed holes fixed as well as a new binding, but over the last couple of weeks I’ve given it the proper attention.  Not sure why quilt revivals have been high on my agenda, but there’s great satisfaction in restoration.

A ragged binding in need of replacement. This will be finished over several evenings, with basketball in the background, ha ha.

This one is well loved, and with rain forecast for the coming week, I’ll happily snuggle under it while attaching that new binding.  In retrospect, another quarter inch in width would have been nice, but every project is a learning experience.  Next time I make a binding for an older quilt, I’ll remember this blanket, and plan accordingly.  Not sure what the next project will be, although some mini charm pack squares have found their way onto a quilt wall.  Perhaps that will be this week’s endeavor.

Maybe some coaster in the making? We’ll see what happens…..

The rechristened Roxy Music quilt….

“I tried, but I could not find a way.”

Sometimes the best plans go awry; I truly didn’t mean to resurrect this quilt.  I meant to cut out the best square, preserving it in some fashion.  However, when I sat to do the actual removal, my heart said No.

“Looking back all I did was look away.”

Herein lies the basis for my artistic guidelines; follow the gut instinct regardless of what seems more appropriate.  Hence the length of The Hawk, ahem, but also put into practice when it comes to sewing.

“Next time is the best time, we all know.”

Chopping this piece into smaller bits felt wholly wrong, and suddenly all the scraps littering my table, plus some rescued from overflowing tubs, became quite useful.  The only hindrance to writing up this post was the pesky sun, and how inadvertently I kept finding more broken seams to cover.

“But if there is no next time, where to go?”

But why call it a Roxy Music quilt?  “Re-Make/Re-Model” is from their first album, summing up what I’m doing with this project.  That wasn’t my intent, yet in choosing fave scraps as well as some plain white fabric alongside bright threads, I have reclaimed this quilt from where it began, turning it into a comforter for the 21st century.

“She’s the sweetest queen I’ve ever seen (CPL593H).”

The back fabric is in good shape, now spruced up by purple, blue and pink.  Maybe as time goes on, I’ll incorporate other shades, but for now these threads work fine.

“See here she comes, see what I mean (CPL593H).”

I’ve been mending this quilt for several evenings now; the impetus for saving this project was in part due to my need for a new evening hand-sewing task.  I’ve come to revel in those nighttime stitches, whether or not sport lingers in the background.

“I could talk talk talk talk myself to death.”

Of course, I’ve set myself up for eons of patching, but something about that feels liberating, as if giving this quilt an entirely new life.  While the top was fraying, the rest is in good shape, part of what seemed so criminal in cutting into it.

“But I believe I would only waste my breath (ooh, show me).”

I didn’t wish to destroy it, but breathe into it another existence.  I could have titled this post The Pleasure of Being Crafty Part Three, but talent with needle and thread only scratches the surface, which is outwardly all it seems I’ve done.  Yet this quilt is more now than a recycled comforter; it’s indicative of embracing what seemed unnecessary by adding my own stamp(s).  My breath is now a part of this piece, for better or worse.  Better, I believe, for the quilt as well as the tune.

The Pleasure in Being Crafty Part Two

One of the benefits of my sewing skills is repair; boy it’s easy to fix fraying towels with a machine!  Then there are the pillowcases I’ve made, sheets put back into rotation with just a few moments under a mechanized needle.  However, I’m in a slight quandary of how, or even if, to proceed with quilt maintenance.

It looks fine from far away, however….

I didn’t make this lovely lap quilt; my sister-in-law bought it at a thrift store, then gave it to me as it was taking up space in her home.  It wasn’t in need of repair until maybe the middle of last year, repeated washings finally taking their toll.  I’ve patched two long rips, easy enough, but now serious issues are emerging.  What to do….

I love this pattern, the hues too. Would patching it maintain the original flavour, or merely be an ugly blot?

I’m of the belief that everything on this planet has its lifespan.  People, quilts, baseball dynasties; we’re all meant for a set purpose, then back to dust we return.  I didn’t make this gorgeous comforter, but as it’s now in my possession, what happens to it is my responsibility.  Maybe I’ll mend jeans until the cows come home, but with a quilt, aesthetics are involved.  I don’t wish to muddy the delicate handiwork that went into this piece, nor do have the fabrics to accurately match the existing cottons.

I can easily mend the rip at the top, but what of the rest of it?

Bleach stains testify to the long life of this quilt; it was well used long before it found its way to me.  I could patch the rips and tears as I have already done, yet that feels wrong to merely place a large section of fabric over such intricate work.  It would take much more than band-aids to set this piece right.

If I had fabric similar to the flower print, I probably wouldn’t hesitate, but I’m not going to shop for a print just for repairs….

I’m seeking opinions about how to proceed; either I fix it in some manner, or sooner rather than later I throw it away.  And honestly, I don’t have a strong feeling about either solution.  If I had sewn this myself, I wouldn’t hesitate to rescue it.  Still, my mending habits call to me; place it under the machine and see what happens!  I certainly don’t lack for scraps.

A previous rip….

(It’s similar to storing old novels in a flash drive, except that manuscripts take so little space.  Goodness knows I have plenty of first drafts waiting, if I ever need something to do….)

An easy, if not somewhat gauche, fix.

There’s a wonderful sense of accomplishment when fashioning a quilt, also when returning something to its former glory.  There is also a time to say goodbye.  Not sure what this comforter requires.  Any and all comments are ever so welcome!

Thinking in colour (and in black and white)….

Last night’s accessories….

Quilts aren’t my only items sewn by hand; I do a fair amount of mending, mostly on jeans.  I’ve been wearing 501’s for over thirty years, and they have to be either in tatters or not longer fitting for me to throw them away.  I have several old pairs that have fallen under my needle, and last night it was time to affect some repairs.

One small purple patch amid layers of previously mended sections….

Recently I’ve used navy thread just to liven up these ancient trousers, but as I cut patches yesterday I considered all the new thread acquired over Christmas; how neat might it look to employ some of those shades?  I chose three colours, then began to pin; I use a lot of pins when mending jeans, making sure patches stay right where I put them.

Pinned within an inch of its life….

Hand-sewing quilts came easily after all the wear and tear I’ve tackled on denim over my lifetime, ha ha ha….

Snapped this collection again once my hubby turned on the light….

So excited to incorporate these new threads, I went back of this pair of jeans, finding new places in need of some patching love.  As I sewed, I kept glancing to the coffee table, admiring vibrant spools; something about colour touches me deeply, not sure why.  But equally my thoughts have been drifting to hues described in prose; I’m over a third into The Hawk Part Twelve, managing nearly three chapters of revisions most days.  Reading it on my phone is the easiest way to get a feel for just how “finished” it is; books on devices always appear polished, although not very colourful.

A plethora of bright patches!

Sometimes my life is kind of black and white, although myriad levels of gray are always prevalent.  Writing remains dormant, but novelistic notions flirt in the background, as if waiting for spring.  Daffodils are already up in our garden, and I’m hoping to return to Part Thirteen perhaps as soon as March.  I’m not in any hurry, in part that for the last two years I’ve thought the end was in sight, hah!  But when that occurs, my goodness.  It will feel….  I can’t even imagine that sensation, or what colour would describe it.  Maybe a rainbow will do justice to such an event.  Stay posted; eventually I’m going to complete The Hawk, just a matter of time.

I did finish the patching, very subtle in appearance, but I’m quite pleased.