To mend or not to mend

I’ve been doing a little mending today. Mending the pockets of Robin’s work shorts, to be precise. They get holes in them because that’s where he keeps the biro pen. Over the years I have noticed that it doesn't matter what fabric shorts or trousers are made from, the pockets are generally constructed from some sort of flimsy fabric.

Mending the pockets

Lots of quilters don’t do mending, I believe. “Would Michelangelo paint a fence/house/kitchen cupboards”, they say. Well, my answer to that is that I am certainly no Michelangelo of the quilt world. I am just so pleased that I haven’t lost my hubby to ill health (or any other reason, come to think of it). So I’m more than happy to do a bit of mending when asked. We hope to retire next year, so if I can get his work shorts to last the distance, so much the better. Then we can go tripping away in the caravan for as long as it takes!

Finally finished

I have finally finished clearing the decks of all that Christmas paraphernalia. My first (and last) hand appliquéd quilt is now hanging in it’s rightful place in the hallway. It is “Naturely New Zealand” and was designed by Mary Fletcher. The quilt features many of our beautiful New Zealand birds, plus a tuatara. But there was no way I was going to appliqué that horrid weta from the pattern, I substituted pohutakawa blossoms instead.

Naturely New Zealand

My cute little “Washday” wall hanging is back in place in the laundry. Wonder how many other quilters have one similar to this hanging up? Yes, I do put up a small Christmas wall hanging in the laundry, doesn’t everyone? “Happiness is clean laundry”, I always say, especially when we are on holiday and far from home, searching for a laundrette to keep the washing up to date

Washday wall hanging in the laundry

The string of Christmas cards have been taken down and packed away, as have my selection of small Christmas trees, Santas and a couple of angels. I just knew that I had a Santa kit or two ready to stitch packed away somewhere. After a lot of searching I finally found one of them. Wonder where the other one has got to? I’ll have to get busy so that I can at least have one new Santa for next Christmas.

Santa in a brown paper bag

Like many stitchers, I like to have something new for Christmas each year. It doesn’t seem to matter how much you have, (and I’m not a Christmas fanatic by any means), there is always room for one more item, isn’t there? One good tip I learnt a few years ago is to make wall hangings and such like the same size as family photos, plaques, etc which are already hanging up. Then it is just a simple matter to substitute your Christmas decorations for the ones already there, and the hooks are already in place.

Quilters are everywhere

I’ve had a few days off work this week.  “Temps” are at the mercy of the workflow, so when the work runs low we get sent home.  This is  to ensure that the permanent workers have enough work to keep them gainfully occupied.  So I had a day in the big city today.  I was browsing around the patchwork fabric selection at  Arthur Toyes, just to see what took my fancy when I overheard this conversation.

“This is nice, but I don’t really need any more fabric”, said an American voice.  “So why are you buying it if you have so much at home”, queried the second American voice.  “Well, you know, she who dies with the most fabric wins”, stated voice number one.  Quilters are everywhere, so I just had to agree with her,  and ended up chatting about their trip to New Zealand.  Julie, the quilter, didn’t know that there was a range of New Zealand designed fabric.  Sadly, this particular shop didn’t have any available, so I couldn’t show her any.

There was a book shop close by and I took the two ladies in to introduce Julie to our home grown magazine, “New Zealand Quilter”.  Yes, she certainly wanted to take a copy of that back home with her.  As we parted and went out separate ways, I reflected regardless of the accent,  quilters all speak the same language!

Wellington City has many art works on display and I walked past this  statue on the way to catch the bus back home.  John Plimmer emigrated here from England in 1841 as a carpenter and went on to become a builder, brick manufacturer, land speculator, importer, merchant, landlord, and an important civic leader.

Statue of John Plimmer and his dog Fritz at Plimmer Steps

Don’t you think it’s time….?

“Don’t you think it’s time those Christmas things came down?”, said Robin the other day. Christmas is long gone now, so I guess I can start packing everything away. Doing the caravan was fairly straight forward. The Christmas cushion covers came off and the plain burgundy ones, freshly laundered, went back on. The Redwork Santa came down and back went Golden Kiwi, made from a small painted panel I had purchased.

My lucky Golden Kiwi

And above the door where the cheeky Santa collection sat doing Christmas duty, I put back my tiny wall hanging featuring New Zealand trees and flax, and set off with a brown kiwi on guard.

Above the doorway in the caravan

We needed the step ladder to get a couple of the Christmas wall hangings down in the house and the replacements put back. I decided to ring the changes and hang up some which had not had a turn for a while. This Amish style is now hanging high above the doorway into the spare bedroom. Made in a class many years ago, I shudder to tell the world that I used poplin, not cotton. I was new to quilting, and really didn’t know any better! But the colours are pretty, and look good set off with the black.

Amish Bricks

Another to get an outing is this lovely little fishy one sent to me by the lovely Rose in UK. She made it especially for me when I had written describing a glorious fish buffet we had in a posh hotel one evening. It is beautifully hand quilted with a meandering design and scallop shells.

A Fishy Supper

I still have to pack away the Christmas ornaments, but I think that’s quite enough for one day. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow!

It’s my Local

I’m so lucky to have my favourite quilt shop just 5 minutes drive away. Thimbles and Threads has been serving stitchers in Upper Hutt for 17 years. I can remember the excitement all those years ago when the quilt shop opened for business! Over the years it has expanded several times and offers an enticing array of fabric, notions, books, wool, magazines, patterns and giftware. Sharon also sells Bernina sewing machines, and offers a commercial quilting service.

Thimbles and Threads

Over the years I have attended many classes here. Being so nice and handy I can easily “pop in” to purchase that roll of cotton when I run out, or pick up those buttons or needles. It’s a great place to look for last minute gifts too. And I have to admit that the fabric selection is mind boggling - we have travelled around the country extensively in our caravan and have not come across another quilt shop to rival their vast selection.

Just a small part of the fabric on offer – there is much, much more

Sharon, and Thimbles, (as it is affectionately known) featured on the front page of our local paper this week. Sharon has offered the local Intermediate School ongoing sponsorship for an annual Young Designer award. With two pupils equal in ability, both girls were awarded a cup and a Bernina Bernette each in this, the inaugural 2009 prize. The girls were thrilled to finally have their own sewing machine, as they have been using their Mum’s machines until their win.

Threads, notions and fabric

Congratulations to Sharon for supporting the school’s fabric technology course. The quilting fraternity is so lucky that Sharon and Harry took that gamble 17 years ago when they opened their shop. If you are visiting Upper Hutt, come and check it out at 40 Park Street, Upper Hutt. I love the shop, but then, it is my local!!

View from my sewing room window

My Internet group SCQ (Southern Cross Quilters) have been sharing their stories about the view from their sewing room window. I don’t actually have a sewing room, as my sewing cabinet is squashed in the corner of the dining room, so you won’t want to see a picture of a wall now, will you? But I can show you a view of my machine with my little helper keeping an eye on things.

Muffy the Birman checking out my sewing project

Out the ranch slider door I can see our garden shed and clothesline and an assortment of roof tops and garages of the neighbours properties. You can tell I live in suburbia. Not as glamorous as the views some quilters have shared with the group. We get a variety of birdlife in our back garden. Our English imports the sparrows, blackbirds, starlings and thrushes visit us when we put some bread out on the lawn for them. The native tuis feed off the yellow blossoms on our kowhai tree in Spring. And in the Winter we hang up a “bird pudding” which is a real favourite with the native wax eyes and greenfinches.

We have an easy care garden and the fuchsia and hydrangea are in flower at the moment. Have to admit that we are not good gardeners, we would much rather be away in our caravan than work in the garden! Or doing sewing, of course. What could be nicer!

She’s had enough!!

Muffy, our beautiful Birman cat did really well during her longest caravan holiday ever – 10 days over Christmas and New Year. Previously she had only travelled with us for a weekend, so it was a lot longer than she was used to. To keep her safe, we kept her on a harness and light lead while she was outside. This ensured that she didn’t take fright and run away.

Muffy at the motor camp

There was a lot going on for Muffy to keep an eye on. There were the dogs from the “Dog Bay” who got taken for walks. Lots of children riding their bikes. And of course, the other campers close by our site. All our neighbours wanted to come and pat our lovely cat. No wonder she needed a bit of time to herself to curl up on the couch and rest.

Muffy was really pleased to get back on her home turf again. After a quick sniff around outside to make sure that no strangers had been visiting her property, she raced inside and jumped up on our bed. And just to reinforce the fact that she had really had enough of this holiday lark, we found her burrowed right under the quilt. Guess she was saying to herself, “If they can’t find me, they won’t be able to take me away again”.

There’s a cat under this bump!