The Quilt that will Never Be....

Everyone who makes quilts knows that some are just never meant to be.

Some of my quilts, some even that I finish, really shouldn't ever have been made, but I usually persevere.

But some quilters really are from another world.  Lynne Johnson, for example, who teaches for us, will think things through very, very carefully before making a quilt, and will make samples, so that when the actual quilt is made, it will be perfection.

Another of those people is Pippa.  Pippa is a legend in her own time in east Garston.  Her son is a pest controller, and regularly gets called out to East Garston to destroy real (and sometimes possibly imagined) pests which have invaded various homes throughout the village.  Whilst getting on with his work, his clients will say something like "I'm sorry you've had to come so far out of your way"  and he will answer something like "Oh, no problem, my Mum comes here quilting with Mrs Rabbitts".  The client will then say something like "Oh, is she local, then?" to which he responds, "No, she lives in Wales".  Then the next time I see the neighbour, they will look at me with renewed interest and say "I hear people come all the way from Wales to your workshop!".

Of course, we get people from all over the country at our workshops, and they stay on our caravan site, but they don't have sons who control pests.

Anyway, I digress.

Pippa has been working on a quilt for a few months now, and because she is a 'statement quilter' who thinks aloud when auditioning fabrics and working out what goes where, I know a lot of thought has gone into it.  Last quilt day she announced that she was starting a new quilt.  When we asked after the other one, she told us it was no good, and she was starting again.

This is the quilt:

 

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At least she promised not to burn it, which is what can happen to blocks that aren't right.

I forgot to say that I went strawberry and cherry picking last month, at Q Gardens near Didcot.  Ros told me about it and I thought I'd go because she said there were acres of strawberries and lovely cherry trees - there were three-legged ladders dotted about which you could use to reach the best cherries.  She was absolutely right, and I picked lots of delicious fruit, and wasn't that surprised to see Ros there too!

 

 

Lastly, here is a quilt that definitely went right - Toni's lovely Baltimore

 

Toni does the tiniest blanket stitch I've ever seen - and all by hand!

Now I'm off to either sew more of the scalloped edging for my Medallion, or sew some more blocks for my Petra Prins quilt, or I could knit a bit more of my beautiful scarf, or, and I think this is more likely, try and finish the knitted 'Fish Wash Mitt' Sandra gave me.  She saw it in a shop in Cornwall and decided there was only one person she knew that would want to knit a wash mit........