It all started with a single block …. a combination of vintage tartan from my stash and some old denim. That was back when I was playing with triangles and mostly making cushions …. but this one wanted to be MORE. A tartan quilt? Why not …. I’m sure there are people out there who love a bit of the tartan as much as I do. Aren’t there?
Anyway … the block, it wanted to be more than just a cushion. So it multiplied ….
4 blocks …. mmmm …… now, do I go all the way with this block design, or shall I mix things up a bit?
Absolutely! Mix it up!
And some more ….. oh, whoops …. can you spot the mistake? Don’t worry, it got fixed 🙂
And on to the quilting …. time to get the big guns out. I wanted to free motion the quilting, I wanted something in keeping with the feel of the quilt, I wanted something, well, Scottish. So …. a thistle motif in the centre, with surrounding concentric circles of thistle leaves, with the space between filled with little curls of bracken fronds? I really think so ….
It took a fair amount of wrestling to get this one through the machine, and I was thinking rather wistfully that it would be quite nice to have a longarm quilter (sigh. one day)
especially as things didn’t go as well as they could have done. I’ve been meaning to test out the temporary fabric adhesive spray you can use to stick backing, batting & quilt-top together for ages, and I so wish I’d done that here. Or done more basting before I started quilting. The top came out OK, but I think the weight of the whole thing caused the mayhem on the back. It’s not a complete disaster, but it’s not perfect (and that irritates me no end!).
hey ho – we live and learn, I suppose.
Still, I thought it was worth pushing on and finishing it …. I’m having a little moment with adding text to my work, so I thought I’d add one of my favourite Robert Burns poems (The Banks o’ Doon) around the border ….
Ye banks and braes o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care!
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Aft I hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o’ its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine;
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree!
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.
Flaws and all, I do love this quilt …..
I think it will be perfect on a sofa with a good book & a roaring fire on cold winter evenings ….
so I have put it in my Etsy shop – as a second – and will hope that someone will fall in love with it as much as I have, forgive its flaws, and give it a good home.