A Sewn Evolution

I am calling this my evolution story. It is not really very dramatic, or exciting, but I have been pleased with the process of it all. Small Grandson has been here for breakfast for the past 2 mornings, & he loves to play with the scraps off the scraps. He was a little crestfallen when he found out they may not be for a quilt for his use.


These 2 photos are with my first choice of border, just to frame the 'bursting out all over' centres. A black on black print. Somehow I couldn't seem to get clear pics, these seem a little fuzzy.

These past few days, the quilting mojo seems to have returned. I have been in an almost fever, sewing away, & getting these quilt tops to the backing stage.

I thought my quilty friends, or even non quilters, might like to see how I progressed these very casual scrap quilts. I am very happy to say they have come from stash too, which is always a bonus. I did purchase some baby jungle-animal print for the final border, once I decided what I wanted to do with that.

This was the next step, & I decided to use different fabrics for the border, & was determined to only use what I had on hand.

Here are the final 2 with the outer borders. I am now up to the batting & backing stage, which is my least favourite step in the construction, since I find it really hard on my back. These really are 'patchwork' since I had to improvise in some places. To me, that is "True Pioneer Patchwork Ethic"

Since I can no longer get down & dirty, ha ha down on the floor, I do my basting on a table, using a method I found on Keryn's blog. Thankyou Keryn!!

Once I get this done, the quilting will be very simple. After all, such busy quilts don't need elaborate patterns, & hopefully, the end result will look good in spite of the quilting! Also, children seem to be nonjudgmental, & don't look for perfect matching corners, or even "perfect". Sometimes, just love is the "perfect".

The strange winter weather is having the effect of keeping folks at home, snuggled up, as far as they can arrange. We had a partial day out yesterday, visiting various outlets for neccessities, with some degree of success. Bargains were to be found in the seafood section.. woo hoo, makes me happy!

The Gom is still happy with basic meals, & he is happy rearranging his freezer drawers in the upstairs freezer. Of course, this means every time I attempt to find a vegetable package or some other frozen goody, they have gone missing, or merely been relocated!

Goodness knows about the downstairs freezer- I feel it is safer not to ask!!

The visuals in the Front Garden are woeful! Gom has wielded a mean hand. Half the plants are decimated, the other half are bewildered & confused. When I enquired why some limbs of Grevillea are poked into the ground, I am 'assured' it will 'grow again'. Of course it won't!! It is much like the "late Parrot" of the Monty Python fame. They wrote this whole series with Gom in sight!!

Gom's father, was a small-framed man, who put up with all sorts of disappointments in his life. But he sure could grow things in his garden! He had a lovely big back yard, & he used every inch of the soil, to positive results. His potatoes were legendary, & generously shared. As were his wonderful peas, beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, when he finally worked out how to grow them!!. The pumpkins were delicious!

I regret we have not got the space for vegetable growing. I loved the gardens of my childhood home. I loved the garden of my Father In Law. Gom has not one whisp of garden talent. The Anal distruction gene seems alive & well. I have to devise a way to curb it, & keep the level to a dull thrumm.....

John Denver, Sunshine on My Shoulders.