Don't judge a book by its cover

A few posts back, I talked about a couple of try-out Little Gem quilts I had a stab at. They were real first-attempts and I had visions of ladies demanding their money back if they won them in the Festival of Quilts tombola, so I've kept them for home consumption. The blue and calico one I turned into a notebook cover - coo, that's posh! I stamped a line or two from one of my favourite poems on the inside flaps, just to leave a big hint that the quilt had a sea/tidal thing goin' on.

Today I'm going to audition some more fabrics and have another go at a quilt to send in for the tombola. I want to try and incorporate one or more of the photos I took of some daisies in the garden yesterday. I hope I'm not trying to run before I can walk - watch this space!

A Letter to The Times of London on the vexing subject of dressing oneself in the morning

I'm thinking of writing to The Times on a matter of national - nay, international - import.

"Sir,

Am I alone in discovering that the less able I am to stand on one leg, the more likely I am to get my big toe caught in my knickers when dressing in the morning? Do your readers have any helpful suggestions?"

Yours etc. "

Bag Lady

I was asked by a lovely lady to make a felt bag for her, something I haven't done for a little while. I found a wonderful shade of merino tops to make it in, had a really enjoyable time rub-a-dub-dubbing and came up with something that I was pleased with and the lovely lady said was just what she wanted. Everyone happy.

It reminded me that my first love is really wet-felting, even though it's sometimes frustrating. Can't remember where I read it, but someone wise once said, "there's no such thing as a bad piece of felt". This came in handy yesterday when I was disappointed with another bag I made. I hadn't properly planned the design, just boshed on with it, carried away with the lovely colours, which then got muddied with the background fibres. However, this morning I've had another look at it and now know what to do to put it right. "If it doesn't look finished, then it isn't" - more wise words!

This morning I was up with the lark - I fell asleep reading Liz Clay's Nuno Felt book and woke up with an idea for a bucket-style bag. The plan wasn't to nuno felt it, but I wanted to make a bag in a similar shape to one that's pictured in her book. My bucket bag is more elongated, however. The design on the front is a loosely-interpreted cow parsley seedhead and the handle area has some darker fibres worked in. It's for sale in my Etsy shop and I hope it'll be joined by the one that's currently under re-construction!

p.s. Isn't our newly-painted shed a lovely colour?!

from my Flickr favourites

from my favourites,
originally uploaded by makeyourpresentsfelt.

Mitsy from ArtMind suggested we share some of our Flickr favourites, which I really wanted to participate in - but I'm not coping with the technology this morning - please click on the picture to make it big! Hope you like the photos anyway.

Chrissie

Scratch & Sniff

Already regretting the title of this post - sounds like a most unpleasant invitation ....

But I just wanted you to share the aroma wafting through the kitchen from my soda bread!

Yum!

Festival of Quilts - Little Gem

My memory of quilting involves those hateful hexagons made from leftover Laura Ashley scraps - they took forever to put together and then were ghastly when they were finished. But things have moved on since then! I went last year to the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham and I could only stand and gawp at some of the work on display, simply awestruck.

The FoQ takes place again later this year and there is a 'tombola' of donated A4 size quilts - called Little Gems. Sandra Wyman has written about them on her blog The Dyers Hand and I laughed out loud when she referred to 'auditioning her fabrics'. I do a lot of auditioning of things myself - I find it uses up a lot of time when I should be, say, ironing, or washing the kitchen floor. Sandra's blog amused me so much I thought I'd have a go. The stash was raided for likely candidates for the casting couch and a selection, eventually, made. I know absolutely nothing at all about the practicalities of quilting, but I thought an A4 size might be manageable and shouldn't take too long to do. Oh hardeharhar! Let's just say that my unpicking skills have been honed to a T.

Now, be gentle with me, I'm being a Big Brave Girl and posting the photos of my attempts and I don't want to hear any sniggering please! These two obviously won't be submitted as Little Gems, but they've been a useful training-ground.

Bluebell Woods

Went for a walk round the perimeter of our small village at the crack of sparrows this morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and with it being so early, not another human in sight or sound. We live in the broad valley of a meandering river, surrounded by arable land criss-crossed by footpaths, a disused railway line, and relatively quiet country lanes - perfect walking country straight from the door.

Today there were ethereal dandelion clocks in a field of juicy grass, a cock-pheasant tight-rope walking along the top of the Old Vicarage gate, inquisitive cows, fleeing bunnies and the first cuckoo of spring to delight us on our ramble.

And there were either rooks or crows. My dad has been reminding me for 50 years how to tell the difference. It goes like this, "One crow on its own is a rook. Lots of rooks together are crows". Or it could be the other way round ..... His other useful nature tip is how to tell a weasel from a stoat. (One day you might need to know this - pay attention now.) A weasel is 'weasily distinguished' and a stoat is 'stoatally different'. Ah, we country folk, doesn't take much to amuse us.

One of the treats at this time of year is the wood full of bluebells. The horizontal shafts of early morning sun were stabbing through the trees and warming up the flowers, and the gentle breeze wafted their scent a hundred yards to greet us.

Ain't life grand?