The newest member of the clan. Oscar O’Malley. Heart stealer.
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Do all quilters have one special fabric line that they cannot bear to cut into? I think it is so. Always a huge fan of Charlie Harper’s wildlife illustrations, I nearly fainted when I discovered FABRIC displaying his art. Mecca. I purchased what I could and put it aside. I thought about it, I dreamed about it and then clever Melissa Lunden published her Tatami Mat pattern. . . it was time to cut into my little stash!
We have crossed the autumn threshold – the winds are very brisk. If you are a Beekeeper it is time to secure the hives for winter. Make sure your covers are weighted down and waterproof.
When one returns to Nantucket to stay, the natives refer to that person as a ‘wash-ashore’. I like that. I want to be a wash-ashore nantucketian. I want to discover the ways to live on that small island, 30 miles out to sea – water in all directions. I want to stitch my quilts, paint my mermaids, knit my sweaters and watch my dog chase the waves onto the beach. I want to experience the dim winter light, people hurrying home, snowflakes gathering on the shoulders of boiled woolen jackets – cobbled streets muffled, still. And the silence. I want to create Sailor’s Valentines and paddle around the harbor in a faded red dinghy. To make friends with the locals and be invited in, carrying a hot dish, covered in gingham.
When my sister and I walked through the old sections in town she pointed out the Sisters’ Houses as well as many of the other historic buildings. I could close my eyes and envision the people of another time, perhaps when whaling was the major industry and life was hard and often bitter. Behind closed lids I could see long skirts swirling down narrow alleys, widow walks being paced by anxious mothers, peddlers on the sidewalks, struggling with carts and livestock. I discovered that when the whaling industry went into decline, the islanders raised sheep for wool and meat. Nantucket is a place that I relate to on so many levels.
There was knitting on Nantucket. I bought some delicious Anzula sock yarn in the traditional Cape Cod ‘red’.There is a wonderful amount of cashmere mixed with this merino and the result is a light soft-as-a-feather sock.
Fall was waiting in New York for my return. Baking, quilt making and garden strolls were in order before hanging up the flip-flops and heading back to work.Baby quilts are in order – I have three that need my attention before too long. Sadly, none are for my family, but that does not diminish the joy of creating these small pieces.
The Pineapple Sage – last in the garden to flower – a crimson kiss for departing hummingbirds.
I wanted to talk about bee skeps, but I’m late for my Guild meeting so I leave you with this instead: Pattern by Amy, (During Quiet Play)found at Craftsy.