As all my local quilt shops have now closed the time has come to dye my own fabric. I hate travelling far in the traffic now so driving across the city is not for me. It just came down to 'needs must'. I had done a little dye work about eighteen months ago, luck more than expertise had resulted in a batch of useable fabrics. Ordered some basic dyes recently and today was the day. First mistake was forgetting to add the salt to the soda ash, I was consulting three different sets of instructions and the Procion one did not mention the salt, I added it later to the bags. Moroccan Red and Gold Yellow were applied, a one metre piece and two fat quarters. First wash out of the combination of the two colours on a fat quarter was nice but not yellow enough for my needs for my next bird quilt, so back in the bag it went and a cup of soda ash and salt and 200 ml of dye. All three packets of fabric out in the sun to help the colour take. I await the results. Patience.... patience........
Friday, January 5, 2018
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
When I was about ten years old we lived in a small village, up on the New England Highlands, at Nowendoc. My father managed the sawmill there, it was more a post office, a town hall and the local shop with bread delivery once a week. There was a storm one night and the next morning sitting in the middle of the mill yard was a seagull. The bird must have been blown in by the storm from the coast, quite a distance, about 100 kilometres. I never forgot the image and how magical it was to see this bird so far from its home. I created this quilt recently from that memory. The storm just finishing on dusk in the background, the stripped leaves from the gums which grew in profusion where I lived. We all get blown off course at times in our lives, find ourselves in strange lands and wonder how to navigate our way 'home'.