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Kisses from Peter Pan

I like patchworking. For some time it’s been small(ish) things I made, and only few required quilting.

I like once in a while to make something big, though. So when my Mum talked of buying a new bedspread I jumped at the chance to sew her one. Heaven knows she made plenty of clothes for me as I grew up harbouring a strange notion that I could not wear jeans, only corduroy trousers. I have no idea how many pairs came out of her sewing machine. I just know I loved every pair and wore them all out.

I generally don’t mind quilting big things either. Granted the first fem lines or knots are a bit of a hassle to get done. The rest of it is plain sailing because I dutifully baste together the three layers including the stuffing before I start quilting.

And that part is the biggest obstacle. Bacause as I have no table big enough nor any frame I have to lay it on the floor, sit down with straight legs under it and baste with one hand over and one under. Even though I stitched together more than 400 patches by hand that process feels as if it takes far longer time. My lower back screeches in pain, I stab myself constantly with the needle, and I have to wear my thimble which I otherwise never do for want of feel of the needle.

At least I’m done and can start quilting. This time it’ll be in points, strewing buttons on the pattern at random.

Hence the kisses from Peter Pan: Buttons and a thimble. Oh, how I wish they felt as good as my husbands’ …

 

I’m not edgy!

I just lost that fuzzy feeling.

On a more serious note I spent part of Sunday edging material that needs pre-washing before it turns into whatever I mean it to become. Because I work up a sweat no time in non-natural fibres I wear cotton, linen and wool, and cotton and linen both shrink in the first wash. To get the shrinking over and done with I edge the pieces and wash them prior to cutting.

So why edge them at all, you might wonder? To stop them peeling at the ends is why. It’s bad enough to know some of the paid yardage just plain vanishes in the wash. I refuse to let my washer eat even more.