Quilting

The thing that I love about quilting is that although it is in its simplest form – a blanket to keep us warm against the nights cold air. In its more complex form, it is art. It can be controled, perfectly aligned art or contemporary and expressive with no clear bounderies present in its makers mind as she begins. I had no idea of what I might do when I was given these pieces of fabric. I knew I was creating two quilts that would cover children in the night in its simple form and in its complex form, it would provide a platform of contemporary expression in a jungle themed children’s room. This is what took shape from the little piles of fabric that sat upon my table.

Two Quilts nearly the same yet vary in the placement of their colors.

Blending in their jungle palette….

Keeping warm a little girl’s night…

and her baby brother….

Thanks for visiting

~Susannah

Quilting

Triangles, squares, rectangles and really anything that falls from the scissors edge, our hands lift gently, lining up edges and place them beneath the presser foot. Our hands hold still as our foot takes over with its marriage of electrics and mechanics that stitch the fabric together. Seam done, our foot stops and our hands remove our new assembled cloth. Our eyes choose another piece, then hands, then foot, then hands again and the piece grows….it grows into something expected and unexpected, something we will take pride in and something that will teach us what will need to be better next time.


In the end we step back and look over what we have created. I am always a bit amazed what comes from the union of our eyes, our hands, one foot and a pretty sharp scissor.
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The evolution in my quilting soon took a turn for vintage or the contemporary pretense of it. The faded rose at each corner made all the difference. I tied the layers together not yet owning the ability to hand quilt. An art that deserved it own time and undivided attention.
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My Vintage pretense masterpiece only found home near the old door, with the old candlesticks. I never did dare to actually pour that cup of tea.

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I got bold and brought one outside where neighbors might see, I wondered what it would look like in the sun. The house trim matched and the chairs were the perfect accent. Even the plant stand in the background seemed to join in the chorus of color.

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I was getting tired I think and thought bigger pieces meant it would make up faster. It didn’t work that way. They left less room for error. I didn’t like the final quilt as much as I might have, had I taken the time it deserved. I hung it in the sun, it somehow deserved such a nice sunny day.

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I think I began to embrace color organization with more zest than I knew I had, Once outdoors, I was matching quilts to porch furniture and lawns.



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My favorite photo. I liked the marriage of color in the landscape and in the quilt; the blacks, the greens and the accent of the sun dancing off the white on white floral that brightens everything.


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Thank you for visiting.

~Susannah