Thursday, December 16, 2010

Steve's Scarf Pattern.

Some Quick and Easy Scarves



You can see another larger version of this pattern Here . That I have made for "Scarf Pal" Amanda as a participant in the "International Scarf Exchange 9" for 2010, which has been great fun.



Steve’s Scarf Pattern

This pattern came out of my head, I have done my best to put it down on paper and have posted it here.
It takes a little concentration to get started as you build up to the number of stitches that you require for the width of the scarf. A narrower scarf, like the one above, is worked with 31 stitches cast on. The broarder the scarf you want, the more stitches you build through the casting on process. Given this, the pattern will work with any odd number of stitches the width is not fixed so you can go from necktie to pashmina wrap size.

I have never written down a knitting pattern so if there are any glitches let me know and I will attempt to correct them. 

The pattern will also adjust to any yarn size by adjusting the needle size accordingly. I am, as you may have gathered a bit of an experimenter and so tend to go with the flow and tend not to get too bogged down in exact replicas of others work.

So here goes..

In the example above I have used a 100g ball of 8ply 100% Acrylic yarn and 7 mm needles.
 As an example I have worked up to 55 stitches with casting on, but you can decrease or increase this number  to suit your own project so long as you end up with an odd number of stitches on your needle forming the triangle...

To begin...
Cast on 3 stitches, turn
K 3, turn
Increase 1 in first stitch, K1, Inc 1 in last stitch, turn
K 5, turn
K1, inc 1 in 2nd stitch, K1, inc 1 in 2nd last stitch, K1 turn
K row of 7 stitches, turn
K1, inc in next stitch, K to 2nd last stitch from end of row. Inc 1, K1, turn
K row of 9 stitches, turn

Continue working * K1, inc 1 stitch in second stitch, K to second last stitch, Inc 1 stitch, K1, turn
Knit 1 row, turn*

Repeat from *to* until there are 55 stitches on the needle.

You should now have a large triangle below the needle.

To create the corner:

**K 1, Inc 1 in next stitch, K to end of row (56 st), turn
K 1, Knit 2 together, K to end of row, (55 st), turn**

Hint: Remember, you are increasing by one stitch in at the beginning of one row then decreasing by one stitch at the beginning of the next row this way the number of stitches remains the same as you work the length of the scarf

Repeat from * to * until desired length is reached.

To finish :

K1, K2 together, K to end of row, (54 st), Turn
K1, K2 together, K to 3rd last stitch, K 2 together, K 1 (52 st), turn
K1, K2 together, K to end of row (51 st), turn
K1, K2 together, K to 3rd last stitch, K 2 together, K 1 (49st), turn
K1, K2 together, K to end of row (48 st) turn
***K1, K2 together, K to 3rd last stitch, K 2 together, K 1 (46st), turn
K1, K2 together, K to end of row (45 st). turn***

Continue working from*** to*** until 7 stitches remain on the needle
Turn work
K1, K2 together, K1, K2 together, K1, (5st), turn
K2 together, K1, K2 together, (3 st) turn
Cast off remaining stitches. Sew in loose ends.

Hopefully you will now have something resembling a scarf... Good luck!






Magpie Tale #45



She holds the child... protecting
Surrounding candles lit... reflecting
Earnest prayers their words... inflecting
Of sins... rejecting

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Magpie Tale #44





Lovingly crafted from rough hewn wood
Saw, plane and sandpaper, Gee Dad was good
Hours he spent in honing this craft
Knowing each of his children and how we would laugh.

Sitting atop to await being towed..
by Dad, all rugged up.. along icy road.
Finally locating the hard frozen pond
Then building memories for years and beyond

With a big push from Dad  off we would go
Flying over the pond, surrounded by snow
With the wind in our hair and the ice rushing past
Holding on for grim death.. this ride could be our last.

With Dad keeping watch, making sure we were fine
The blades cutting crisply clean ice in dual line
But the craft would soon slow and then pause to a halt
And we three would all beg for another assault

"Go faster this time Dad"  for we are not scared
 "Hold on tight then" he'd cry.. as if we'd not dared 
With another great push we'd soon be in full flight
skating over the ice almost way out of sight

 And again to a gentle stop soon we would come.
Looking round spotting Dad and then spying Mum
 Watching Mum pour the thermos, we'd all shout with glee 
Hot chocolate! For "me" and for "me" and for "me"  


Sunday, December 5, 2010

A new handbag...

This is the latest handbag I've been making


It is in a shiny grey fabric that changes tone with the light


It is all fully lined with a contrasting satin print


And a pocket section... The handles have been lengthened so that the bag will sit snugly between the hip and elbow.


It has a magnetic clasp with a little extra "Bling" in black on the tab.

It is to be a gift for a friend of my Mum's  who is having a birthday...
She is a lady that has a lot of silver and black in her wardrobe so I think that  this sold be a very fitting addition...

I  hope she likes it

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Magpie Tale #26


Mates...


Watering me garden's meditation for the soul,
Standing quietly sprinkling water, well it makes it makes a man feel whole
To wach the little seedlings, all burgeoning with life
Helps to rid the dramas of the day, and a welcome break from wife  

I tend to sense the gratitude, as water trickles down
Giving tired roots a soaking 'neath a heated sun kissed ground
 My reward is in their blooming, every single one.
Lifting heads in pride, to show off colours in the sun.

Though my can is old and rusted, it still holds it's water well
Though the paints all chipped and peeling off,  look close, and you can tell
Family offered me a new one, for a gift a good while back
I scratched me head and thought a bit, and then I answered back

"What would be the point of that? Old can and me's just fine
We've grown together over years, best mates at watering time
Why the youngsters we have grown together, germinated all from seed
Seems a shame to break tradition, No. A new one I'll not need"

 In the evenings you will find me down the backyard till it's late
 Meditating in me garden with me trusty watering mate.
And when our watering days are over, well here's the funny thing
I'll put me mate back in the garden shed, at least until next Spring.

Magpie Tale #27

The Plumbers Lament



"Hand me that there wrench boy" said the plumber on his knees..
'And hurry up about it... what you waitin' for... a please"

"In my day you'd anticipate... or the boss would cuff  your ear"
Young blokes these days just arn't keen ya know... I must be gettin on in years

Oh they're right to stand round textin' to there filly or their mates
But when it comes to learnin' trade... they're busy standing round in wait

Yet they all line up on payday... real quick holdin out their hand
Can't remember much of weekend.."Got too drunk"...Well aint it grand 

Well  I do feel like a mother with a spoon held in me hand
 Feedin' babes me pearls of wisdom... but they just don't understand.

And as for gettin dirty on the job well heven knows..
 I laughs them running round in panic when there's crap all on their clothes.

And half ain't got the stomach for the job... or so it seems.."
"Wantin' water pipes and taps... or... lofty airconditioned dreams"

I hate to think the outcome when called to clear a blocked up loo"
"I can see 'em now.."Call a Plumber mate" 'cos I don't know what to do"

Magpie Tale #43

It Begins...


Cold chills stone with lowering degrees
Ice creeps silently into mortar making it her glassy home
Snow settles inconsiderately on unsuspecting roof. Interloping and burdensome.
Wind blusters southward in her seasonal dispatch, happy to serve cold
Steps disappear shivering under layers of hardening white nuisance
Winter settles smugly, surveying her frosted realm


Monday, November 29, 2010

Potluck Poetry...Week 12


Potluck Poetry
Theme
"Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos"


Tendrils...

 New life springs forth unfurling, spiral upward seeking light 
Fragile feathery filigree yearning support


Slowly un-coils to strengthen, reaches out to lengthen
Searching for lifes grip, finding purchase in your wicked meanderings


Exquisite bud take bloom, attract bee as your innocent abetter
Fertile seeded pod ensures continuance

Strangulating competition in attritions war
Beware all others to your ultimate endeavour...
Succession Planning






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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Magpie Tale # 20

The tale of the toothbrush


"Grab another toothbrush and come help me with this grout
If we work 'em both together then the stains they will come out
And your father well he'll never know how bad I tipped the paint
Took him years to get to groutin' quite the craftsman... well he aint"

"Well the argments I had with him to get this tiling done
All the carping and the sniping hell it wern't a lot of fun
But your Old Ma here... she has her ways... of getting him to do.
Though the last time I employed them... well..we ended up with you!"

"Funny how time passes... you forget the little things
Holdin hands and walking in the park... and sitting on the swings
Oh your Pa, he charmed me silly with his funny little ways
Oh heck there's so much water passed ... since we had them salad days"

"That's right just scrub it up and down and wipe it with the cloth
With a little bit of elbow grease... the paint... she will come off
And your Pa well he'll be drunk.. again... from pub when he gets in
And if I don't have his dinner set... you know he'll make a din"

"Now you keep scrubbin there me love... just like your Old Ma showed
Your a good help to your mother.. oh my goodness how you've growed
And your Pa, he'll hardly notice when he comes in through the door
That both of us spent half the day... with toothbrush on the floor"...


I'm slowly working my way through older Magpie Tale Prompts and posting them here on my blog.
Please feel free to check them out and offer your feedback, because as a "newbie" to writing Poetry I appreciate any feedback or tips that you might offer.
Thank you again Steve...

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Magpie Tale #28






Ah to feel 'ot water it really is a treat
Makes ya feel just like a lady, laying back to soak ya feet
What things I can get up to, while the Mistress is away
And though she's such a pussycat,  mice still come out to play..

So of'en I have dreamed about, while laying on me bed
That I could play the Mistress... be all lah de dah instead..
All them laces and them petticoats the powders an' perfumes
  'er pretty frocks and bonnets worn... in fancy halls and rooms.

 I'd 'ave such a grand old time, I would be "Lady" Geraldine...
To all the lords an gentry... likes of me they never seen
I'd be 'oldin out me hand...  to wait for all of 'em to kiss
 Then 'ead for all the feast an drinkin... Oh 'ow it would be bliss

But the likes of me a lady... well that just aint gonna be
No...I laughs meselve's just thinkin... till I nearly has to pee
Well this water's gone all cold now and a chill's come in room
And the Misstress will be 'ome soon... and I'm wrinkled as a prune.

Now I best be gettin back to playin, just plain old Geraldine
I am the Mistress' chambermaid... to be spoken at not seen...
But I does enjoy me sneaky times of dreamin in ers' bath
"Lady Geraldine" Gawd 'elp me... Don't make me ruddy laugh.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Magpie Tale#17


All the worlds a stage...


Project! Project! Miss Dunlop
Oh It's really Quite absurd
How you've set your mind on Broadway
Though your voice, it can't be heared!

They must hear it in the Gods my dear 
And carry to the stalls
If only you'd project my dear
Your voice could rattle walls

Although it's quite appealing
 But too quiet I'm afraid
For a mouse with lofty longings
Well, your plans will be waylayed

And although you crave the limelight
I do fear it must be said...
Miss Dunlop learn projection dear
Else all fame's in your head.. 




I'm just working my way at random through some of the Past Prompts from
Magpie Tales...

Feel free to continue to leave a comments
Best Regards Steve

Magpie Tale #42


***Warning this verse may contain just a smidgen of vulgarity***....
(If you are offended I appologise in advance....)



"My cup runneth over" said the Spider to the Fly
"It has been such a long time since a dinner guest called by"
"What is on the menu?" asked the Fly of the Spider
"I'd like a piece of carrot cake and perhaps a mug of cider?"

"Cake and mug of cider" laughed the Spider to the Fly
"You'll be getting none of that... Though 'tis a meal for which to die"
"It wont be nothing fancy then?" enquired Fly of Spider 
"I guess I'll leave it up to you, I'll have what you decider" 

"There are many things" the spider chimed  "On which we both could feast".
"The rotting flesh of carrion" or "Five day old dead beast."
"There may be fruit gone moulded or sandwiches left waste"
"But I'm a rather descerning spider of very perculiar taste"

"You're  a very welcome diner" said the spider to the fly
"So many choices on the menu, now that you can't deny" 
"And while you've sat there patiently, well here's the funny thing"
"I've decided that for Luncheon we'll have someting on the wing"

"My minds made up" the Spider cried a dancing on eight feet
"You're on the menu Darling! It's you I'm going to eat."
A look of horror crossed the face of fly, now truly stuck.
I'm on the menu?... You cant mean? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck...


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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Potluck Poetry...Week 10

This weeks potluck theme is

Magic & Miracles, Wonder & Wizardry




 
Cold dark moor
Spider and Rat
Scrying over crystal ball
 Witch and Cat

Fairie lights lantern
Gnarled bough of tree
Frog chasing Goblin
By pond on knee

All wonder and magic...
Of spell being cast
Call forth the blessings...
Of ancients past

Crone and sidekick
 Swirling misted hill
 Muttered incantation
  Bend ones will

Bubbled brewing potion
 Cauldron over fire
Chanting of ingredients
 Flame grow higher

Eye of newt
 Slime of snail
Festering fungi
Earwig tail


Fang of snake
Wing of bat
Fruit of nightshade
Powdered Gnat

Stir counter clockwise
Stir by three
Spirits whisper wisely
Come now to me

Mystical imaginings
Fortunes told
Cross my palm my pretty
For just a  piece of gold


This is my entry for Potluck Poetry week 10

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Magpie Tale #41

Lest We Forget




The eleventh hour  The eleventh day
The eleventh month
I hear you say
Age shall weary us... Not they 
I hear you say... I hear you say


A poppy lay on marble tomb
Remembrance to fruit of womb
Of lives short lived... So that we may
I here you say... I hear you say

So many souls fall where they lay
I hear you say... I hear you say
No chance to greet another day

Yet in the dawn of this new day
We shall remember ...
Remember them... I hear you say





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The Scarfy Tree...

I have a thing for scarves...
Nothing too fancy here


And I'm so happy and excited to be a part of the
 International Scarf Exchange #9 



These are just some of my Growing collection...

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Friday, November 12, 2010

MagpieTale #40

The Necklace




Hillary stood before the window of the local drapers admiring the display of latest arrivals from places she could only imagine. The pretty French Silk prints immediately caught her eye... I have a new frock in mind and that fabric would be just the ticket she thought to herself...
"Oh.. what a lovely necklace" her ears suddenly assulted by the grating gushing voice of Audrey Pennington-Smythe. Her hyphenation disguising through assumption, a long lonely and resented spinsterhood.
Startled by the sudden interruption to her reverie, Hillary looked up and greeted her assailant through a clenched teeth smile. Sad, sad meddlesome woman she thought, don't give her and inch...

 "Hello Auldrey, how nice to see you. I'm sorry, I was quite lost admiring that beautiful french print in the window for my next frock. What was that you were saying?"
"I was commenting on your necklace Miss Nightingale. It must be new. I've not seen you wear it before. Was it a gift perchance?" she chimed oozing insincerity. "Another trinket from one of your, if I should be so bold as to say, many, gentleman suitors?" Her pursed and virginal lips formed into a thin line of derision.

Hillary recognised the thinly veiled envious wanting in the tone of Audrey's enquiry as she continued. "They all seem very keen to leave an impression on the coveted Miss Nightingale. Surely one of them  has stirred your interest by now. As it is, there are no doubt, any number from which to choose". Fetching in looks, well groomed and from a fine pedigree and very well moneyed little strumpet that you are... I've seen your type before, just like the harlot that took away my Christian. My love. So many years past. I shall cast a line here and see what I can hook. 
" I should think the caller that bestowed that fine, if not, a little ostentatious to my mind, accoutrement upon you would be well ahead in the stakes to gain your hand in marriage. What, with freshwater pearls and such a large and beautifully engraved pendant gold, catching the light and drawing ones eye to your ample bosom, It would surely have cost him a Kings ransom one would imagine."

Imagine away Audrey..thought Hillary don't give the old crone an inch of the truth lest unleash further the jealous and hurtful beast of thwarted love. "Yes. It is quite pretty Audrey. Thank you. And so as to allay your curiosity and  obviously compassionate concern regarding my state of being as yet un-wed. It was a gift from Father on his recent return from the Far East. He says he picked it up for a song at one something he called a bazaar.  I think that is what he called it.
 He says he had a marvelous time haggling with the vendor over a mutually agreed purchase price. It sounded such fun in his retelling. He had us all  in such fits of laughter. We were, all of us, quite positively exhausted by his conclusion."
"Oh." sighed Audrey. "What disappointment. I was hoping that it may have been form that lovely Marchinson Boy. He's grown into an outstanding young gentleman. His Father I happen to know, is frightfully proud of young Jeremy's foray into the business arena trading with companies based in the Far East. Such a coincidence...He too, like your Father, has only recently returned. I have seen him on several occasions, you know, riding out toward Nightingale Mannor.
She's snooping. The sly old busy body. I'll not give her an inch... "Why, Audrey, you are astute in your observations. Mr Marchinson has been a regular face at the Mannor since his return from the East. He consults with my Father in matters of business I believe." Hillary, averting her eyes as she embarassingly felt the warm sensation of tell tale colour rising to her cheeks. Oh no, not now she thought. Don't colour and give away your secret Hillary. As thoughts of the night before flooded her senses. Moonlit Jeremy. Standing beside her their hands entwined as they looked out toward the lake shore. Jeremy. Confessing his deep love for her. His preoccupying thoughts of her, of this very moment of asking for her hand. Of dreams they would make together as Mr and Mrs Jeremy Marchinson. The very thought  now filling her with further desire for him. Oh... don't give her an inch. Jeremy giving her the necklace. How her body seemed filled with tiny exquisite tremors as he fastened the clasp, kissing gently her nape as he did so. And then their embrace. Jeremy. Feeling his firm muscular body as he drew her into it's shelter. His warmth. His scent fueling her growing desire. Oh please she thought. Not here. Not now. And definitely not in front of Audrey Pennington-Smythe. 
Of all people.
 "I'm sorry Audrey" Hillary flustered. "It has been such a pleasure to see you, but, I really must away. Charles, my Brother is awating in the buggy and will be by now concerned about my whereabouts. Good day to you Audrey" and with that abruptly turned on her heel and hurriedly walked away in the direction of a waiting Charles.
 Audrey Pennington-Smythe remained quietly standing outside the Drapers. She turned slowly to her reflection mirrored in the glass and smiled smugly. "Well Audrey my dear. I do believe you got one"










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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Potluck Poetry...Week 9

Thank you Jingle for some Pot Luck Inspiration...

The Theme... Fortress, Building, Landmark...

Here goes...

Fortress

Forgotten forger of freedom
Fly faithfully to the fray
Godspeed on your journey
my you fight another day...


Buildings

Ancient Circus in the round...
Your catacombs dark... are neath the ground'...
Boughting slaves spill their blood to feed...
The crowd above with insatiable need...

Most Holy Emperor give thy silent word...
Thumb Up... Thumb down... cannot be heard...
May the victor fight another day...
To the loser... well... dead anyway..   



Landmark


"Cop an eyeful of the Eiffel"...Cries the vendor at her feet.
The lady towers grandly over heads on passing street.

"Get your own memento!... Hold the tower in your hand!"
At only fifteen Euros folks... "Its grand it's grand  it's grand"

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The sky is falling...




The sky is falling? I think not...
In all my life never heard such rot
When clouds are hung and passing by
Many things fall but not the sky

Try rain, or snow, or hail, or sleet
Try leaves all landed round my feet
Try blossom falling from a tree
The sky don't fall, you can't fool me!  


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Magpie 38




Once tangible proof, now shaddow shrouded relic
Solitary desecrated stone of aging distant memory
A life past lived, perhaps loved, then lost...
What stories you hold within your marbled casing
Secret tales yet no one hears the whispered telling

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Heathers Quilts...

Oh Hello There...

Just let me pop the kettle on...Would you like a cuppa?...

 Then I'll tell you all about my friend Heather's Quilts...


Yes you heard me right... Quilts...Plural!

Heather loved my work so much after making the first one for her she ordered
not one... but another two.
Heather decided that she was giving her spare bedroom a make over.
She has it set up for the grandchildren with a single bed and a set of  twin bunks.

She had decided to paint the walls in a neutral beige and use plain callico for the curtaining.

Her colour selection for the Quilt was Cream, Brown, and Russet tones in any pattern or combination.
"You Choose"

I love a customer that is very open and trusting of my creativity and ability to come up with a design that I intuitively know will match their style, taste and personality. 


Quilt 1... Single Bed Quilt in Dark Tones.


Heather was so excited when she called in to check on my progress.
She ablolutely loved  the colour combinations and the pattern. So much so... (Even before I'd finished the backing, quilting and binding)... that... right there on the spot she ordered another Two!

I was quite gobsmacked...and had not anticipated her reaction

She wanted these two for the bunk beds in the same colour tones and pattern.


Quilt 2. Lower Bunk Quilt in Mid Tones.


I had chosen to use a variation of the hourglass pattern.
The result being that rather than the pattern consisting of rigid light and dark dark triangles opposite one another... I made each of the blocks using random colour combinations.

On learning that Heather wanted two more quilts in the same pattern and colours, I decided to make each of them slightly different by using some of the fabric patterns and colours from Quilt 1 and combining them with lighter mid tones for Quilt 2 

I chose to back the Quilts with dark taupe, mid taupe, and a lighter taupe.

The sashing between the blocks I kept the same on all three to maintain some continuity.
The fabric for this as you can see is a dark brown and a cream with a gold fleck for the small squares in between.
The gold fleck just gave the overall effect a subtle lift...


Quilt 3 Top Bunk. Lighter Tones.
(And yes it is narrower than the other two)


For the third quilt, I decided to utilise some of the mid tone blocks from quilt 2
 combining them with lighter toned prints in the same colours.

Heather wanted this quilt to be a little narrower so that it did not hang as low over the sides of the top bunk.
I completed the quilts by binding them again using dark, mid tone and light un-patterned fabric

On all three quilts I followed the pattern created by the sashing by machine "stitching in the ditch"
The binding  was... of course... was hand stitched.
As I said...

 Heather absolutely loved all three quilts and...

About a month after their completion and her taking them home to adorn the spare bedroom
She called by and greeted me saying... "I need another quilt"
I must have looked horrified thinking that there might have been a problem with one of the "Triplets"... 
"No No" she said "It's alright... I just want to order another Quilt"!

 This time around, she would like a queen sized quilt to go in the guest room!
Same pattern as "the triplets" but in Aquas, Pinks, Greens, Pale Blues and Creams. A mixture of subtle pastels I think.

Unfortunately I have had to put this order on hold as for the past 12 months I have not been able to do much in the way of quilting as I had a bulging disc in my neck removed and surgery on a trapped nerve in my elbow. Recovery has been very slow and I am only just getting back into the swing of things now.

Heather has been a great friend and is very understanding with the time delay...

On arriving home from Hospital after my surgeries she came bouncing in the door with a big smile on her face saying...
"Right! You're home now. When can I have my Quilt!"
She made me laugh so much that I started crying with pain...

That was almost 12 months ago...

Guess what?...

We are off to pick out some colours and fabrics next week...

I'm really looking forward to firing up the old Pfaff again... 

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Mauve Moments


Hello again...Let me pop the kettle on...



This is another of my Quilts.
It is one that I made for my Mother.
With this quilt I did not follow a pattern. I used the basic log cabin block in creme, mauve and purple tones. Constructing them to form large geometric squares using 4 blocks to make each of the larger squares. With this quilt I also cut the strips of fabric for the blocks at 2 and1/2 inches in width resulting in the strips being 2 inches wide when sewn together. Making the overall pattern and design much larger than the tradititonal or usual log cabin block, and much quicker to construct.

The quilt is backed with a large print floral monotone on the reverse which highlights the simple diagonal stitching of the quilting.

The Batting that I use in my Quilts is a 90% Cotton 10% Acrylic blend which is durable and tends not to clump with washing.




Quilt Reverse Side Up


As you can see in this picture the quilt goes right to the floor.
 In order to maintain the pattern of the large squares,
 I added a half of the larger blocks attaching the matching halves on either side of the quilt opposite each other all the way around so as not the break the pattern...




Here is a closer shot showing some of the detail in the fabric pattern and the diagonal quilting





And Mum really does like the finished product as it is very rarely off her bed...Apart from when it's out hanging on the line to dry...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

A Green Log Cabin...



Hello again...

I'll put the kettle on...

Log cabin blocks are great to work with and provide such an endless array of combinations once they are constructed and put together.

I have made many quilts using the basic block pattern the last few years and this Green one is one of my first efforts.

I tend to use it mostly as a table cloth when I visit local craft groups to display my works or at local artisan craft expo's and display weekends I do sell some of my works and am looking at building this hobby into a small business that ai can run from home. I don't do the shows very often but When I do I enjoy getting out and meeting other crafty folk and fellow quilters. It tendsto be a bit of a novelty with me being a guy!



Again I love the process of designing the finished piece and the hunting down of the individual fabrics that I want to use.
First by going through my stash, and then going off to do the rounds of local fabric shops to find just the right tone and print  for each combination.


The major colour choice for this piece was, as you can see... green



The tonal ratios are quite contrasting between light and dark tones in this quilt which when creating the finished pattern allowed for starker, bolder pettern definition.
Other Quilts that I have made since making this one are less stark with more subtle changes between the light and dark tones. But I really like the impact that this design has..


And there is always the quirky temptation for me too add just a hint of a contrasting or compimentary colour to the design.