I must have gotten lost in my search for the great chocolate chip cookies that I have mentioned in pervious posts. More recently, I have been pursuing great milkshakes more than cookies. The quilt show circuit has come back in full force, it has been great to be back on the road from time to time. Welcome to readers joining me in my creative adventures.
Over the past two years I had hoped to make progress finishing up older projects. That has not gone as I planned, but I am pleased to report that this year I started and finished the largest art quilt in my oeuvre so far. The Ohio Amish Country Quilt Show had a challenge class this year for Log Cabin quilts. I decided to make my own creative, wonky interpretation of the traditional Log Cabin block. Here it is:

The blocks started with either chunks of dyed cotton batting or dyed vintage napkins. I backed each base piece with muslin, and added raw edge applique scraps to the top. Starting with a small square just off center, I kept adding longer fabric strips around the block, leaving space to show the dyed base piece colors. Next, I went wild with hand embroidery. After all the blocks were finished, I made a quilt sandwich from a vintage damask tablecloth, batting and backing; machine quilting the blocks to the sandwich. I finished the quilting and binding at 10:30 PM the day before the quilt had to be turned in to make it into the show! I am very pleased with the way it turned out, and I am happy that it is inspiring others as well. I am looking at other traditional quilt blocks to use this raw edge technique on, and I am working on developing a future workshop in this technique.
Next week, I will be back with my latest fabric dyeing adventures.








This is a detail of a larger piece in progress that has an interesting story. Well, nearly everything I make has an interesting story, that is why I create. Anyway, the base of this piece almost ended up in the trash. For a while, I was buying a fair amount of box lots at a local junk auction, of which I was interested in only some of the contents. One such box lot contained a vintage printed tablecloth that had seen better days. There must have been other table linens in the box that were in better shape. This one had so many holes in it, there was no way I could re-purpose it into a garment or overdye it. This ratty tablecloth begged me to give it another chance, and so I have. One day last summer, I took it up to the cemetery at the top of my hill, along with a bunch of crayons, and started making rubbings of the carvings on the gravestones. I didn’t stop until most of the cloth was covered in rubbings.