I’m slowly finding more moments of time for patchwork.  What a joy it is to build something so simple and so sweet.

Thank you so, so much to all of you who bid and commented on my quilt auction for the Victorian bushfires.  The response was really humbling: so many of you, from such disparate places, made such generous bids.  Nettie was successful with a bid of $380 plus postage for a vintage sheet cot quilt.  It’s made to order in blues, purples, and pinks.

Extra surprises came from Josie, who threw in $50 just because she’s a sweetheart, and Dan’s aunt Ange, who offered to donate $200 for a tiny scrap quilt she could use as a wall hanging or on the table.  How could I say no?

And that’s how I managed to donate more than I earn in the average week — certainly not something I’d be in a position to do without your help.

Nettie and Ange’s quilts will be in the mail today, along with copies of the thank you letter sent by the Red Cross. Thanks again to all of you for your kindness.

This was just as much fun as a project could be. (First stages were blogged here.) My favourite part is the bottom left hand corner, with tiny postage stamp squares, a flower, and a miniature block:

My lovely Perth friend Kate Hicks and I started by cutting and sewing at random. She ironed and trimmed while I pinned and stitched: it’s lovely to have company in the sewing room, isn’t it? It’s rare for me these days, what with both Hicks sisters living in other cities. I’ve tried to persuade the Masculine Quilt Advisor to try sewing, or at least ironing, but he seems quite content with … not.

Anyhoo … I quilted, bound and washed this little cot quilt almost a week ago, but I’ve been waiting for a sun beam in which to photograph the quilting. On the subject of quilting: what is WITH invisible thread? Do human beings actually use this stuff? How?

I loaded it as instructed, with a purple cotton in the bobbin to match that lovely button print backing. Then within minutes — nay, seconds — it proceeded to make a wretched mess. It caught in my machine. It cut my fabric. To add insult to injury, it was nearly impossible to pick out. I did some Googling and found that it has KILLED cats and dogs who’ve unwittingly swallowed the evil, slicing stuff. YUK. An image ran through my mind of a baby schnauzer puppy in my sewing room, which was nasty … and seconds later I remembered it was a BABY QUILT. For a living breathing (well, soon) tiny defenceless little baby. Oh. My. God.

I was sorely tempted to take the thread back and throw it at the sales desk, but the girls there meant well, I’m sure. Instead, I cut it out, all of it, slowly, and dealt with the fuss of changing top threads instead.

OK, enough ranting. Pretty, isn’t it?

In fact, too busy to post!

I spent this Wednesday photographing about 230 entries for the July Quilt Showcase, which is on with a craft fair at Jeff’s Shed until Sunday 5pm.  It’s absolutely worth going to have a look if you’re in Melbourne, and I have a lot of pictures to show you, but they’ll have to wait until the next post.  Because I have photos of my own!

My friend Kate came to stay last night, and we went a bit nuts in the fabric cupboard.  I’ve been trying to decide on a pattern for a baby quilt: our mutual friend Kristy (Krick) is a few months pregnant and in need of some crafty goodness.  Kate and I played around over and over with different combinations, and eventually decided to hack out bits and pieces of any fabric we thought was good for a little baby and a toddler.  So we have some pretty pieces from the Vintage Fabric Swap, some frogs, a caterpillar, two miniature blocks that had no other home, some musical notes that Krick gave me a few years ago to make a quilt for Kate’s sister, a tropical bird, apples, buttons … we didn’t plan or measure, we just cut and sewed and added extra bits when what we had wasn’t enough any more.  Hence some dodgy edges that will have to be cut down a little.

I’ll stipple quilt it by machine if I can figure out how.  Otherwise, straight lines should be fine.