My silly bathroom art count has increased to 2 recently, so now I can justify calling it a collection. Behold!
Yesterday, I went to my local quilting store to baste a quilt. I’d been worried that my floor wouldn’t be large enough for a while, but we probably would have pulled through. However, on Friday I accidentally rearranged all of my furniture. I’m enamored with the new layout, especially the part where I made a little reading cave out of bookshelves, but it decimated my floor space.
When I realised that I needed somewhere to baste this quilt (and spray basting it outside was so not an option due to rain, mud, and more recently, hail), I walked around to my local yarn and fabric store, and quilt shop. At the unnamed yarn and fabric store, my request was immediately denied by someone who didn’t even know what “spray basting” was until I explained it. They said “we don’t allow the use of harsh chemicals here”. I blew a metaphorical raspberry and decided to continue not buying any yarn there.
The quilting shop was perfectly nice about it, and said I could use their teaching space as long as it wasn’t booked. They largely left me alone, which was good, as I was having a bout of “oh no, all the actually experienced quilters will see my sloppily pieced spring break project and judge me” anxiety. I overcame my anxiety enough to buy some clearance fabric, but it was difficult.
Bonus piece of fabric from my stash:
Due to a family emergency, I missed pretty much everything last week, except for a series of dull plane rides to Arkansas and back. I pieced the quilt top (Birdcage on a Chain by Anna Maria Horner) over the course of spring break, and finally got around to adding the border. Now it’s big enough that the only way to get a proper photograph is for me to lay in my loft and hang it down.
I also found some lovely vintage wool. This is a grey dress (probably a wool blend), of which there may be pictures soon.
This is a 100% wool pullover, fully fashioned with a narrow stranded yoke and three buttons. The fashioning is quite prominent and pretty, I’ll try and get a photo when it’s actually light out.
It has a hole under one arm, and a worn spot under the other, which is apparently worth a $6 discount.
I love the inside of stranded work. Someday, I may have to knit and inside-out stranded sweater for myself, but I might get too many odd looks and annoying comments if I were to wear it in public.
Hopefully, these will flesh out my woolens collection a bit, which (probably surprisingly) is rather sparse.
The quilting is coming along, albeit slowly. I cut the pieces in several batches (months ago), and lost the template for some pieces in between, meaning that the piecing is…finicky at best. This is probably not helped by the fact that I haven’t so much as touched a sewing machine in years.
School just started, so I’m trying to come to terms with the useless bureaucratic assignment of the quarter. I think this one’s going to be rewriting all my notes in a “journal”, along with 150 words of reflection for each class session, and 5 related images. Because heaven forbid I not need my notes organised in such a specific manner in order to learn. School pisses me off for many, many reasons.
To comfort myself (literally), I bought a new couch. It’s still second-hand, but much prettier than the old couch, which was saggy and an odd green, dingy yet bright at the same time. Atop it is what will hopefully be a sample, for a design I might actually share someday. There is no photo of the entire couch, because there’s an unconscionable amount of stuff on the back and arms of it, generally of the well-it-doesn’t-really-have-anywhere-to-go-so-I’ll-just-set-it-here variety, which could be fixed by a larger coffee table and more storage space, but I don’t have room. So my couch (which is really more of a loveseat due to the aforementioned lack of room) will continue to have rumpled blankets, schoolwork, a tape measure, books, and lots of knitting on it, and I will continue to pretend that it’s in the setting it deserves.