One recent hot night I tossed a bit in bed trying to find a safe place to rest my head. It landed staring right into a box of fresh, beautiful, Crayola crayons. Big breath in....Was there anything more lovely as a kid than that biggest of crayon boxes, full of colours arranged perfectly in pointy rows? I can still remember the smell of wax and that tidy manner in which the box opened and shut. It was always a perfect still moment before they all got used to rounded, broken stumpy bits. Along with the memory comes a comfy feeling of sharing the living room sofa on Saturday afternoons wathcing tv with my mom. The younger boys would be napping and my treat was a collection of colouring books and her company all to myself. Sideways glances to her work distracted me as she filled in the spaces perfectly. I was proud of my work but hers was so much better. The movies still come back to me...Tarzan and the Apes, The Thing, and one weird one about a killer walking tree stump...as if. I feel a bit like that in my sun room now...so named because it captures the morning rays as I make my coffee each morning. Today their is a new object in my view that made me remember the crayons as it too is filled with lots of colours...it is surrounded by lots of colours...and I love seeing it all which brought back the image of the perfect collection of crayons...
Oh my swoonable chair! It was my favourite chair before but sadly worn to a threadbare, sagging mess so now all the seams are tight, the pillow is stuffed full and my eyes are stuck looking at it all day. Two Kantha quilts and an old chair....it reminds me a bit of when I started refinishing furniture and everything got done in Porters Paints. I look around and see things that could be covered....oh deary me. No one is allowed to sit in this chair except me and if I find that crazy dog on it she is mud! I could see her staring at it last night assessing the danger of going near it and maybe she got it right.
Anyway, one might beg the question, "when is it enough colour". Do I go on filling my house with colourful things until it bursts out of the crayon box and into absurdity? I guess I hope so. Having said that the voice of reason and restraint is my partner in life and I don't think he'll put up with much more without a fight...gloves on...here we go!
Not to complain but I spent 14 hours yesterday working on patterns. So long that when I was done my eyes were full of rainbows and I collapsed into bed without a single thought of crayons. It reminds me of a comment recently about the price of patterns. Patterns are the structure of recording our work. They take immense time, concentration and math. Getting them right has been a decade of learning for me. Finally, I have a method that is working to keep my colour centric brain heading in the right direction. Interestingly, the process has now become a fascination for me and two things that I have always hated are now joined together ....MATH and CONCENTRATING. I amazed myself yesterday with my ability to stay focused but was reminded of what HARD work feels like.
So, enough about me...what about you? Here is a photo I got in the email today from the lovely Melinda in England doing the Kaffe Sampler.
Yesterday she emailed with nervous anxiety about the applique block. A quick reply and before I knew it she was out of the nest and loving the applique! I am amazed at the tidy, perfect work of her first piece and just a tad chuffed that someone so far away has now learned a new skill that obviously is going well! This is what we live for at MO! Thanks for letting me know! Anyone else out there making bom's and loving it? Let me know!!!
Another fun link was sent to me from another one of our block of the month quilts finished. Check it out! The quilt looks fabulous and the quilting really does it justice. I tried to comment on the blog but I need a lesson as I can't seem to get past the security...too many emails, passwords and mush in my brain.
So, after a day in the chair my legs are twitching to get a run so I am out of here with little delay. Having thought it all out here I have decided too much colour (and Kantha) is never enough!!! k