Work in progress: Hand quilted pillow front

So I did, I really did, start my first hand quilting project.  And (of course) now that I’ve begun I have no idea what took me so long.

It’s an interesting thing to do, if you have embroidered before.  It feels so DIFFICULT – like fighting a battle with the fabric – compared to the relative ease of embroidery or cross-stitch.  I was surprised how much like hard work it felt to my right hand, with all that pushing and pulling.  I want to experiment with different needles, as I imagine the width of the needle makes a big difference to the force required.

I am also using perle 8 cotton, so there are a few other options I can try (perle 12, for a start, or Aurifil 12 weight, which should be similar to the perle 12).  Unfortunately, given my existing thumb and wrist problems, I need to minimise the force I’m exerting with my right hand, as much as possible.

But oh, it’s so pretty, the end result.  I like the look of the back almost more than the front, so far, which is good news for an actual quilt (rather than this cushion, which will have the reverse side hidden inside, of course).  I love the look, and the feel, now I just have to work out how to do it without hurting myself.

Regarding my fear of starting, it’s surprising how much fear comes into craft, or I think making art of any kind.  I’ve been listening (and loving) my way through Elizabeth Gilbert’s Magic Lessons Podcast, and after a while you realise it’s generally the one same thing holding people back:  fear.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I heard her say that it’s “almost never not fear”.  This morning’s episode involved an advertising executive who wants to be a storyteller, and Liz’s question to her was “Why are the things that bring us joy more frightening than the things that bring us drudgery?”.  Now THERE’S a question.

I wish I knew the answer.  I do feel, somehow, that the older I get, the less time I am willing to devote to trying to impress other people, or make them happy (can anyone really make someone else happy?).  In recent years a few things have happened to make me realise, in my bones, how brief our time here is, and how unpredictable the elements that we think we can control.

When I painted and sketched (that would be in the distant past B.C. – Before Children!) I remember saying to my husband that nothing terrified me as much as a blank sheet of watercolour paper.  Because it’s expensive – it costs, you know, $6!  And I didn’t want to ruin it.  But in some ways a blank sheet of paper that costs 2 cents, or is even free, is just as terrifying.  Somehow the blankness, the whiteness, is perfect, in a way that anything I draw (or that any human draws) just isn’t.  It’s this tug-of-war that plays out between the blank page, the fabric still on the bolt, the raw ingredients, and the deeply flawed and deeply human things we might do with those materials that makes art and craft (and dare I say, life) so interesting.



Fabric:  Maureen Cracknell’s Sun Tracks in Earth, from Wild and Free (Art Gallery Fabrics)

Thread:  Anchor perle 8 cotton in colours 186 (turquoise), 308 (golden brown), 341 (rusty red), 11 (salmon), DMC perle 8 cotton in colours 503 (light turquoise), 353 (pale pink), 782 (781) (light brown).

Needle: Olympus sashiko needles

Batting: The Warm Company’s Warm & Natural needled cotton batting

Backing:  Kona Cotton in Snow

Modern hand quilting: An introduction

So I HAVE started my first hand quilting project, but I’ll save that to talk about in more detail another day. I wanted to pull together some of the links and information I’ve come across in my searching/researching, both so that I can refer to them, and also in the hope that it might be a useful resource for anyone else who might be interested.



I first came across hand quilting via Anna Maria Horner’s Wholecloth Quilt class on Craftsy. She talks a bit about materials, and the technique she uses, before walking through an entire wholecloth baby quilt project (improvising by following the outline of a printed fabric).



Sarah’s book Hand Quilting With Love caught my eye in my local quilt store, and also her youtube video on hand quilting with perle cotton.



I was excited to find out that Carolyn Friedlander also hand quilts – I love her aesthetic. One of her most useful posts about it is this one about materials, but she has a number of other posts, tagged with ‘big stitch quilting’.



Jen not only hand quilts but also hand pieces, which blew my mind when I heard her discussing it on a podcast. And yet – how did I think quilts were put together prior to sewing machines being widespread?? I have considered heirloom quilts in a whole new light since then.

I haven’t found a place where Jen comprehensively discusses her tools and techniques, but this link might be the best.



Half the problem of trying to learn something new is to work out what other people call it, so you can find it via Google. I was searching for ‘hand quilting’, but this term also encompasses very traditional (i.e. tiny, tiny stitch) hand quilting, not at all what I was after. The terminology ‘big stitch quilting’ has been a lot more fruitful, even if I don’t find the name very appealing. A few more links I am yet to follow up:

Workshop envy (some thoughts on crafty FOMO)

I felt a pang of envy – an almost physical pain – when I heard about this hand quilting workshop by Felicia Semple (of The Craft Sessions fame) that is taking place soon in Victoria.  Like outside-of-Melbourne Victoria, i.e., a very long way from me.

In Australia, Sydney is arguably the cultural capital, followed closely by Melbourne, and then there are a bunch of next-tier cities:  Brisbane, Adelaide, Perth, Canberra.  And while living in Brisbane has its advantage (namely:  blue skies, and er, being able to buy a house), one of the downsides is that it can often feel far, very far, from places where exciting and beautiful things are happening.  Exciting and beautiful things like this…


While I could potentially twist the household budget enough to fly to Melbourne and get to Lauriston and do the workshop, it’s not something the budget can extend to often, and I think my travel/crafty budget has probably already been exceeded this year.  Not to mention the fact that I’ve only ever spent one night away from my children.  And while I know that plenty of parents do leave their children regularly for a night or two, it’s not something that I feel very comfortable doing, at least not yet.  So there are some good reasons why I won’t be at the workshop, much as I would deeply love to be.

I’ve thought about it a lot this week and I think it boils down to a crafty version of FOMO, fear of missing out.  The oh-so-very-2016 fear that other people elsewhere are doing better, or more interesting, or more exciting things than you are.

The truth is, I would really love to know how to hand quilt, but I’m a bit afraid.  I’ve read about it, and I’ve watched Anna Maria Horner’s Creativebug class more than once(!), but I’ve never seen anyone do it in person.  When I look at pictures like this I have about a million questions.


Someone wise, I can’t remember who (and if you know, remind me!), once planted in my mind the idea that envy can be a very instructive emotion, in that it can point you in the direction of what it is you truly want, and what you want to change.  If I’m mindful and still, there are a few thoughts that this particular workshop FOMO raises for me:

(1)  I want to know how to hand quilt.  I love the look of the finished product so much, and even more than that, I am curious to try the slow pace of the stitching itself.  It appears soothing.  Old-fashioned in a good way.

(2)  I probably have everything that I need (and then some) to try hand quilting already.  If it’s really what I want to do, why haven’t I done it yet?  Fear, maybe?  In the form of perfectionism, and the desire to do everything right the first time?  Prioritising other things in my life that I feel I should do, rather than want to do?  All of the above?

(3)  I wish there were craft workshops like this in Brisbane.  Maybe I could organise one.

(4)  Quilting with Nani Iro fabric = sheer genius.  Why didn’t I think of it before??


(5)  I wonder what kind of other materials Felicia Semple uses (fabrics, needles, thread, batting)?  I would love to know.

Looking at these things written down, it doesn’t seem so frightening.  I’m going to email Felicia to ask what she uses (you never know your luck!), and, more importantly, it’s a long weekend this weekend, and I’m going to make a pact with myself to start a hand quilting project by the time Tuesday morning rolls around.  I’ll report back.


Happiness is a handmade ottoman

So I made an ottoman! Not on my own, but with a little help from the Ministry of Handmade, which is to say Julie and Maurice Hillier’s handmade/how-to wonderland on Brisbane’s northside. Boy, do I love that place.

I’ve done two workshops there in the last few months. The first was the rag rug workshop that resulted in the quilt* I talked about in my last post, and the second was a couple of weeks ago, when I learnt to cover and assemble a round ottoman.

For the fabric part, I ordered this beautiful canvas – a new part of the Les Fleurs fabric line from Rifle Paper Co. for Cotton and Steel – online, and I was so thrilled to unpackage it. Sometimes things you purchase online can disappoint when you see them in the flesh (with either the quality or the colour, or, on a bad day, both), but not this.

The ottoman-making process itself involved far more sewing and far less upholstering than I imagined, so it was interesting to see it all come together. I learnt that the fabric covering an upholstered surface needs to be EXTREMELY taut – tight even – to look good. So that meant a lot of trips back and forth to the sewing machine. I also learnt that air staple guns are kind of fun. And noisy. And I fell in love with this furniture wax we used – it smells like Christmas(!) and made me want to wax all the things. I see more of this in my future.

I feel a little silly because the corner that I envisaged the ottoman going in is kind of too small for the end result (my fault entirely: I should have measured first).  I had to move a double bed to get the photo below, which is less than practical.  And while it would be great to use the ottoman in the loungeroom, instead of my sewing/crafting corner where I had planned, it really needs to be in a different fabric to fit in there. So now I either need to move some furniture around, or recover the ottoman, or live with a combination of colours that makes me unhappy. I’m not sure yet how that will get resolved, but I’m sure there’s a lesson for all of us in there somewhere!


Fabric:  Folk Horse in Coral, part of the Les Fleurs collection by Rifle Paper Co. for Cotton and Steel

Thread:  Aurifil 50wt thread in colour 2326

Ottoman frame:  provided as part of the workshop (below)

Instructions:  care of the Ministry of Handmade’s ‘Ottoman’ workshop

Happiness is a handmade quilt*

I finished sewing my first quilt last week.  I feel like the word should have an asterisk…  It is a rag rug, officially a ‘quilt as you go’ project, rather than a proper quilt.  A bunch of pairs of fabric squares, each sewn through in an X with a piece of slightly smaller batting in between to make a ‘quilt sandwich’, and then all of those sandwiches joined in rows, and finally the rows joined to make a rectangle, and bound.  It was pleasing to make – not technically difficult, which means I felt free to enjoy the cutting and the sewing and the playing with colour.

I realised in the making of this quilt* that one of the reasons I hate shopping (and I do, in general) is because I don’t like any of the options available for sale.  The sheer amount of pleasure this quilt* has brought me, in the making alone, is far greater than probably all the non-book shopping experiences of my life.  I know I would walk into any shop here in Brisbane selling only quilts, and struggle to find something I want in my house.  THIS quilt*, on the other hand, is, in my humble opinion, so colourful and wonderful that I can’t believe I made it.

A confession needs to be made, perhaps, that I haven’t even officially finished it – although the sewing is all done, the rag rug side of it needs to be snipped in approximately a million places, to make it chenille-y and raggy, but those plans will have to wait…

An old thumb injury is back to haunt me, after carrying things that were too heavy a couple of weeks ago.  I have a definite hot, sore lump where my wrist joins my hand that I’m trying to rest, and watch dispassionately rather than imagining that I’ll never have full use of my dominant hand again.  I’ll let you know how I go with that.

I did bind it yesterday, sewing a strip of blue fabric all around the edges.  I machine sewed the binding on both front and back – hand sewing would be another option, and one I think I’ll explore next time I’m binding something.  While the first side of stitches looks perfect (as it should) the other side is anything but:  I had a terrible time aligning things, so there is visible stitching all over the place.  No close ups, please.

But who needs close ups?  I have this on my couch, and I’m happy, asterisks and all.  Any unsuspecting visitors in the next few weeks may or may not be asked to do a little snipping.  You’ve been warned.


*not actually  a proper quilt.


It feels scary, starting something new like this, but scary in a good way.  I like the feeling of being a beginner at something interesting.  There is so much to learn, and I don’t even really know WHAT there is to learn, yet!  How delicious.

I can’t say for sure what I’m doing here.  On one hand, I feel like the last thing the world needs is another person adding their two cents’ worth to the general overload of two cents’ worths.  And on the other hand, I don’t care if anybody reads this besides me:  I can’t wait to dive into the things I want to think about, and write about.

I’m at a point in my life where I don’t know what happens next.  And rather than freaking out (always such an enticing option) I am trying to stop, breathe, and take a look around.  I’m trying to work out what it is that I want.

Of the things I think I know, I am sure of these:  I want to make things.  I want to write.  I want to raise my children, and be someone my husband and friends want to be around.  I want to grow things in the ground.  I want to cook healthy and delicious meals at home without that becoming a burden or a stress.  I want to have interesting conversations with people.  I want to travel.  I want to read.  If anybody wants to learn, I’d consider it an honour to teach.

It’s the bit about making things that brings me here.  In a world where bad and scary news threatens to overwhelm (I’m looking at you, Donald Trump), the act of making things with my hands seems like something good, and true, and beautiful, and sturdy.  Something reliable, that can be leant on, without giving out.  And I want more of that in my life.

The ‘maker’ part of me is curious, and sleepless, and downright relentless in a way:  How did they do that?  What happens if I join these things together?  Could I draw this like this?  What would it look like if I…?  I want to let this maker part out to play, and I’m going to do that here.

If I had a glass of something – cold rosé?  Why not! – in my hand, I’d raise it to you now:  “Here’s to beginnings!”  I can’t wait to get started.