Well, I guess we all see beauty and use in the things that interest us. My favourite quilt find is a very old quilt filled with raw cotton and made from bright orange fabric and feed sacks. I actually put a new border of vintage feed sacks on it to make it last just a little longer. I sit under it every day. Maybe I am blind, but I adore that old quilt.
Category: sewing
The irony of it all. – Quilters and weavers.
I’m about to leave for our local Guild meeting. The Quilters Guild of South Australia. There will probably be 200 people there.
We will meet, share ideas, quilts and other such wonderful things and marvel at our ingenuity and talent.
We sew on magical machines, we have the best plied thread, and we use computers, and work in fancy studios.
Plant Creative seeds to Harvest tomorrow – a journey of discovery.
My quilting style belongs to me and me alone.
What I create is from my heart and head.
My brain is my tool, my heart is my intuition, and my hands do my bidding.
The drama of making speccy case covers. – what has this to do with Quilting?
I’m a gal of deadlines. My day is roughly mapped out when my eyes spring open each day, but sometimes those plans just fly out of the window. Yesterday I changed my plans to sew all day and did a little shopping… actually I appliquéd from 4.30 am till………then went shopping. First thing was to…
Vintage and Antique, quilts and textiles. – Capture and create.
Visiting an antique mall is more than that, I’m looking for colors and patterns and I just use my camera. This dress below is a 30’s dress. I love the free, and the combination of colors in the pattern.
“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” Dr Seuss
When I was 26, Keith bought me a Lemair Helvetia that did button holes and it had a foot pedal… it even went backward and forwards and did a zig zag!!!! I just couldn’t believe it. I just kept touching it, I was the luckiest woman in the world and indeed I made buttonhole after buttonhole just because I could. Heaven, I was in Heaven, and a year later I got my yellow electric typewriter. It clacked away at an alarming speed but I never did much with it.
I am Pam Holland 