After the photo above was taken, I applied more scraps and also quilted it. Didn’t help.
It’s getting more interesting but instead of adding the hoped for texture and depth at the bottom, the woven strips are distracting. That almost never happens.
Maybe with enough fiddling the piece will get to a point where it looks like something. I don’t know.
I do know that I’ll be machine-anchoring the cut-up quilt bits because those areas are at least four maybe five layers of fabric thick, plus backing and batting. I respect my fingers too much to put myself through that!
Meanwhile, another baby blanket is ready to be given away.
Continuing with the Epstein quilt. Had a moment of considering machine-quilting the night sky — to get it done, to craft with an appropriate savagery — but the urge passed.
News as I type: “Trump is just straight up lying about the Strait of Hormuz.”
Mostly hand-stitching to reruns of The Great British Baking show. Seen them all before but the show fits the narrow band of what we can tolerate right now.
I decided to watch the finale of The Pitt even though I knew from comments from friends and online that it was going to be difficult.
When did I cry? Not listening to the conversations about suicide for some reason but this: watching Dr. Robby swaddle and hold Baby Jane Doe.
Did you watch the series? Did the finale make you cry?
Once I started seeing this small vertical quilt as a landscape, the chartreuse bar (midsection) needed interrupting. I used floral patterning from a rayon shirt.
The design came together after I went down to the cellar to get something and came up almost two hours later without it.
This is the front of our basement fridge. It was probably something in there that I needed?
This WIP is right next to the fridge. An old strip of houses lies atop a beige brocade with swirly floral shapes and above one of Deb’s amazing splatter cloths.
I’ve been baking up a storm for today but thankfully not hosting. Turkey dinner with all the fixings is one of my least favorite meals to serve company!
I placed a Ukrainian soldier next to a close up of Lady Liberty in one of my collages this week. It’s one of those times that if I could identify the photographer or publication, I would make an attribution. My storage methods (top left), pretty much make that impossible.
It occurs to me that though glued down this one is not done yet.
I hope one and all of you have a happy thanksgiving!
One of my big blessings is that I will be dining with like-minded family. In other words, there will be no bracing myself for the fox sound bites and no prepping snappy, informative but somehow non-offensive rejoinders. Phew!
So what I’m calling the Turtle Quilt is exasperating me.
I’m tempted to make that vertical strip its own piece because of how problematic joining everything up has been. Here is the latest incarnation.
I could finish it by sewing three, maybe four, seams but I think I like the earlier version better (below). Difference? That that strip of warm-toned patches under the yellow silk turtle.
I will just walk away for a few days. Even the B&W version doesn’t make the solution click (the way it should).
Ever since Ken retired we hardly know what day it is. That’s why we announce on Friday evenings, “IT’S THE WEEKEND!” For a while, I made a point of cooking up a nice hot breakfast on Saturday mornings but not so much anymore.
Still weekends feel different, they do. No appointments or classes or zoom calls (for me). He has a cocktail in the evening. Less roaring and beeping construction sounds. Fewer kids at the playground next door.
Soon we’ll be treated to the “Cape Effect.” Love it. The Cape Effect is when our town becomes noticeably quieter because so many vacate to their second homes.
As for us, we’ll be heading to LA soon. Just in time for their “June gloom.” I’m gonna load my kindle up with books this time so I’ll always have a novel in my pocket.
My brother won’t be up for attending a protest, but since one of the No Kings gatherings will take place in nearby Pasadena, I may pop down the hill for a bit.
PS Two digital collages above from this week’s Paris Collage Club visual prompt. Combines my photo of Ken with Finn, a former PCC prompt (the tree), and photo of a quilt.
Two more:
It was a shocker to find a figure framed in that slave cabin window (above). Revealed by the quirks of the filter. As many times as I looked at that photo of mine, I’d never discerned the person inside. Photo below.
Here’s the exposure slid to the brightest setting.
