I started making the blocks for this wonky stars quilt a good while ago.
I actually lost the blocks for quite a while, somewhere in the bermuda triangle that is my fabric stash cupboard.
But they turned up and got me thinking the other day.
Instead of starting a new quilt, I thought, I really ought to get on with the two works in progress I currently have, well, in progress.
So I have been busy stitching my stars together.
I am still nowhere near finished. I reckon there’s a good few days work in this one yet.
But at least it’s progressing.
If a little wonkily.
As you will know, I am a big fan of pattern.
Florals in particular.
I like to layer pattern upon pattern.
And accompany it with another pattern.
But these two quilts inspired me in a different way.
They are certainly patterned.
But their solid colours and geometric designs create a purity of form that adding more pattern would spoil.
I should really have been spending time making cushion covers and other bits for a stall in a few weeks.
But its a holiday weekend, right? So instead, I did what I felt like doing.
Making wonky stars.
Last time I made some of these I had a twinkly quilt in mind, but instead ended up using the stars to make cushions.
This time I won’t be put off.
I love finding different colour combinations that work, both as a single star and as a part of the whole.
I got to the end of a batch last night and after laying them out, thought they just looked too samey.
So I stuck a yellow one in, just to see.
When I left university I had no clue what to do next. Three years had equipped me for nothing in particular and I didn’t much like the city where I had studied.
When all my contemporaries left to work in banks, I didn’t want to stay. And I didn’t want to work in a bank.
I went home.
Back to my parents’ home, that is. My own friends had moved away, so there wasn’t much social life. I didn’t have a clue what to do with my life. It was not a good time.
I got under my parents’ feet. I hung out with my sister a bit.
And I made a quilt.
Reading this the other day made me think of it. It was absent. Where was it?
By the magic of coincidence, it emerged from a box under the bed on the day I removed the bedroom carpet.
The backing is wool and the moths have feasted. And I forgot – it was once a sofa cover and the cats liked to sit on it.
It has holes. It has dirt.
Luckily my scraps bag has been a lifelong friend. It still contains remnants of that backing fabric.
So I will set to and clean and repair. A stitch in time saves nine.
A mixed feelings quilt, repaired for posterity.
…of a new quilt I’m working on, using vintage fabrics set against crisp white cotton.
It includes some famous names from Heals – can you spot them?
Its coming along nicely.