I began this quilt many moons ago; at least, that’s how it feels. With a view to it being finished by Christmas, and then by New Year …. and then, life kinda got in the way. But no matter. Because today I finished it. And boy does it feel good to have this quilt right now spinning round and round in the washing machine, waiting to be pulled out and tumble dried; waiting – just a little while longer – for the best bit. The snuggling up and bundling in of this quilt with my four precious still-mostly-quite-little people. After all, that was what it was for. That is what it’s all for.
The ‘three seasons’ across which the making of this quilt spanned are – I find – reflected not only in the time it took to come together but also in the fabrics, which I find begin in the centre with an autumn feel, are surrounded by a Christmasy border, and are further edged and backed in flowery pinky sagey Spring. It wasn’t planned like that, but that’s how it turned out, and I rather love that about it. Yet another reminder that we get where we’re going one step at a time ! The thing is, when I started sewing I had a pile of fat quarters (the centre checked section) and that was all. So I stitched them together and found that the resulting quilt only covered my lap. I wanted it big and squidgy and enough for a sofa-full of children, so then began the search for just the ‘right’ fabrics to bulk it up a bit. I found the backing in the States over Christmas and some fabric to edge the squares with in my local store (you can see it here), but once that edging was on I decided I didn’t like it and ripped it off again. In a sale bin I came across some very American and very happy Christmas candy swirl fabric, which has just the perfect shade of green in it, as well as the faded salmon pink I love and a healthy shot of red, so that replaced the old border, but still it wasn’t big enough ….
And then last week in my flu fogged state I wandered back into my local fabric store and found that they had a new bolt of floral sprigged grey on the shelf. I took a gamble and bought a metre, along with some pink binding, and once I felt well enough I sewed and sewed and didn’t stop (except to feed people occasionally. Why oh why do they have to eat? It does interrupt the sewing!) until the last inch of binding was on this morning. Cathartic? Oh YES. And now I am ready for Spring. (You hear that, rain?!).