It was to be four days of quilting without the worry of cooking or cleaning. We would be served all meals and not have to wash dishes or clean house. All we had to do was sew and take breaks to enjoy the beauty of the lodge and its surroundings.
The view from the lodge is breathtaking.
About a two-minute walk from the lodge was the guest house where I had a room. The stairs were cleared, salted, and sanded. Everything was well looked after on the grounds. We congratulated ourselves on braving the snowy driving conditions to arrive at this gorgeous retreat. Only a bit of snow was left.
But on the second night it snowed heavily before warming up in the morning. The snow was perfect for making a snowman — or for someone to take a dive down the stairs.
I stepped out to go to the main lodge for breakfast, and took ten of the twelve steps on my bum. My camera flew over the railing and I bump-bump-bumped all the way down the stairs. Humiliated, I got up and crept around the bottom of the steps to retrieve my camera, luckily in its case. I shook off the shock and took a step to continue on my way. (Imagine this picture with about six inches of fresh snow covering everything.)
Wham! I was on my back again, this time wrenching my shoulder in an effort to catch my fall.
For the next two days I sewed and watched others sew beautiful things. My project remains unfinished, although I worked on it steadily. I’ll post it another time. But I can show you a few of the things other quilters made.
More placemats (this one is a work still in progress).
A table runner.
Some unfinished quilts.
And a beautiful tote bag with unique side pockets.
In spite of my side trip down the stairs, I had a great time. It was fun and a great learning experience to work with so many talented quilters.
About a year ago I was going to make a big cushion. I had strips sewn together. The pattern called for a paper-pieced design on top of those strips, but somehow I could never find the enthusiasm to get going on it.
One day I got brazen and cut the cushion square into four pieces. These would be the center of my replacement project, a set of placemats. I wanted a minimum of six placemats though, so I sewed a few more strips together and cut them in half to make two more center parts.
I added some filler strips on the sides to make a longer rectangle, and then decided on a border. Triangles in two bands, top and bottom, should add some interest. I hadn’t made triangles in squares for a while, and had to think about it.
Here they are below, right sides together. I drew a line from corner to corner and sewed a quarter inch from each side of the line, then cut along the line.
Open up and press. That gives you the squares with two triangles shown above.
I sewed the squares together in rows of eight and then sewed the triangle strips to the top and bottom of each placemat.
After putting batting and a backing on the flimsy (top), I did a bit of quilting in the center parts. Then I put binding around it, and voilà, a placemat made of a recycled cushion.
Don’t look too closely. It’s not perfect, but I feel good about having salvaged the remnants of one project, and used up many scraps at the same time.
My mother-in-law had a box of my novels delivered to her place while I was away in Montana. When I got home, I got the Captain to collect it and bring it home.
I was looking for scraps of paper to start a fire in the woodstove and noticed some tissue paper on the box of books. Might as well burn that. It would be perfect for starting the kindling.
That evening, m-i-l phoned and said she had sent two camisoles over for me to fix for her.
“Oh? I didn’t see any camisoles,” I told her.
“They were wrapped in tissue paper.”
A heat wave swept over me, hotter than the fire I had made with the tissue paper. Could I really have burned those camisoles? Wouldn’t I have noticed that something was inside the paper? I looked all over the house for camisoles wrapped in tissue paper and finally phoned m-i-l back.
“I must have made a fire with them when I was burning papers. But I don’t know how I wouldn’t have noticed them.”
“Well … they’re very thin …,” she said. “But don’t worry about it.”
About a week later, my m-i-l phoned. “Guess what I found? Wrapped in tissue paper between two blouses in my dresser drawer.”
We both laughed with relief. She’s nearly 97 and is allowed to have a senior moment now and then. But my laughing stopped short when I realized, Oh no. Now I still have to do the sewing repairs.
“Okay, well bring them over when you come for supper next time. DON’T wrap them in tissue paper. Just throw them into a plastic bag. Then I won’t try to make a fire with them.”
And that is what she did. She put them in a plastic bag and I had them in my hand the day she came over for supper. I was very busy getting the meal on the table and putting food away into the fridge.
The next day, the cursed camisoles were nowhere to be found.
I searched the house thoroughly three times from top to bottom. No camisoles anywhere and I had no excuse to have a senior moment.
Two days ago, I took my m-i-l shopping, and bought her two new camisoles.
This morning, the Captain was making a sandwich and called out to me, “ANNELI! Guess what I found.”
“No idea. What?”
“I was looking for lettuce to put on my sandwich, and you know how you always wrap it in a paper towel and put it in a plastic bag? Well, just come and see.”
One bag has lettuce in it, and the other has … you guessed it … two camisoles.
And as much as I was relieved to find the cursed things, the next thought that popped into my mind was, Arrrgh…. Now I have to repair them after all.
I have decided to do that, and then quietly put them into m-i-l’s Christmas stocking (wrapped in tissue paper, the way she likes it).
Recently, my nephew got married and I had no idea what to do for a wedding gift. He had been living with his partner (now wife) for several years so they really didn’t need more gifts.
I finally came up with the idea of place mats, because that you can always use extras or switch them around for a different look.
These are from a pattern called Take Four, probably because it uses four different fabrics and makes four different place mats. I made eight altogether so there are two of each pattern.
For the back of the place mats I used a solid piece of each of the fabrics used on the front, so the place mats are reversible. If you spill something on one side, you can quickly flip it over to use the other side.
It’s not a difficult pattern, but you have to pay attention to the different colour sequences so you will end up with the intended look.
It was a fun project and I thought of the newlyweds a lot as I sewed.
I hope they will always have enough food to serve on these place mats.
Two years ago at a quilting retreat, I had finished my planned small projects and had time left over to mess around a bit. I sewed a few left over odds and ends together, making a square in the log cabin pattern.
The strips of fabric are like logs of all different lengths, stacked into a “log cabin” of sorts. I made 14 of these squares with the shortest “log” being 1 inch and the longest, 9 inches. I thought it was a good way to use up scraps of fabric that would otherwise not be good for much.
Then I had a brainwave: I could put the squares together and make a quilt!
Okay. How many squares would I need? I had a quilt at home with a different design of squares. It was 10 squares across and 11 down, but was a tiny bit small for the bed.
I could do the same thing and add a border.
Great idea. So how many squares would I need to make? 10 times 11 = 110.
I had 14 done (and it had taken me some time).
Only 96 more to go. Eeeeeeee!!! What was I thinking?
But I had already made 14 and I had the “logs” cut out for many more. Too late to abandon the plan.
…. Last night, almost two years later, I finished the monstrosity. Now, if I snore, I can say I’m sawing logs.
As I left home to drive to the quilting retreat last week, it happened to be a rare sunny day and the Comox Glacier on Vancouver Island was looking fine after many fresh coatings of snow during the past weeks. At sea level we were all complaining about the constant rain this winter, but up high, it was building up the snow on the glacier.
My friend and I arrived at the lodge on Quadra Island and unloaded our sewing machines and all the many boxes of fabric and sewing supplies we would need for the next four days.
We unloaded our bedding and personal items in our assigned rooms and then got busy setting up the machines to sew. After that it was a marathon of sewing.
Here is the project my friend was working on. She designed it herself and has done a beautiful job of it. I’m only sorry that my photo doesn’t do it justice.
I worked on small projects like bags,
and a table runner (the one hanging at an odd angle on the end).
Another quilter who sat nearby, had some gorgeous fabric that she was using to build a quilt. Here is the first phase of it.
It drizzled a bit the first two days but then it cleared enough for us to take a short walk. The next day it was like Christmas. Snow!
Even from inside the lodge, you could tell it was snowing heavily outside.
The next day it was all gone again and we were ready to drive home. What a surprise we had when we arrived home to find more snow.
And to think that ten days ago I was having thoughts about gardening. I think this year I might be planting snowballs.