Tuesday, 25 December 2018

Turkey-free zone

Another ten minutes should do:

Not my neatest Beef Wellington but absolutely deeelish.

Monday, 24 December 2018

Early start and a nice finish

Sainsbury's 6.40am.  I would have been earlier but didn't expect to have to chip ice off the car!

It was rather lovely, years since I have done a silly-o'clock shop, back home by 7.15 for a big pot of coffee.

Still cold at lunchtime, and stayed that way all day.

Cloud building at the end of the day gave us a little bit of a sunset.

Sunday, 23 December 2018


It was like this all day, yuk.

Saturday, 22 December 2018

Not sure about this

Really not sure if I like this, but it will probably improve when quilted.

Friday, 21 December 2018

Messing around

Saw a 'jelly roll race' alternative on Pinterest and wanted to have a play at my own version.  Used an old Hoffman "Bali Pop" that has been buried in a scrap box for years.

Thursday, 20 December 2018


Speakers on!

"You expect me to go out in that? "

Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Eye examination

The last five weeks have been overshadowed by the worry of what could happen to my eyesight if the PVD caused a retinal detachment or tear.

Another eye exam this afternoon and it looks like I've dodged this particular bullet.  Some of the floater is still present, but not enough to affect my vision when driving.

Best Christmas present I could have asked for.

Image from Wikipedia labelled for reuse

Tuesday, 18 December 2018


Despite having a perfectly good software package which could do this, there is still a lot of simple fun to be had with paper and coloured pencils.

Haven't started the quilt.

Sunday, 16 December 2018

Finally, some inspiration

Took some leftover blocks, then made a couple more to match:

Saturday, 15 December 2018


Ruddy birds . . .

I know exactly what these blocks want to be, but I don't want to make that particular quilt.   It is not a battle I expect to win . . . so they are going back in their box for the time being.

Friday, 14 December 2018


They're not going to move themselves . . .

The remainder of the bark chip may take considerably longer . . .

Thursday, 13 December 2018

More binding

Sure ain't going to win any prizes, but a snuggly, sleepy puppy doesn't care about that.

Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Extra bark chip

A free half-load on Simon's way home last night, which needed moving sooner rather than later.

Thankfully, a dry and bright day with a "ta da" and finished job at the end

Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Monday, 10 December 2018

Log basket liner

Didn't expect this to take the entire day, but it ended up being far more fiddly than I expected.

Sunday, 9 December 2018

Moving bark chip

Very carefully . . . still concerned about the PVD in my eye, but progress on changing the area below the Big Pond.

Saturday, 8 December 2018

Friday, 7 December 2018

Thursday, 6 December 2018

Freehand quilting

So out of practice, confidence levels at an all-time low.  No picture of the piece that went very, very wrong.

Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Log delivery

Our share of a beech tree which had to come down.

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Thank you

Unexpected visit from our tree chap, but always welcome.  Freshly chipped beech.

Monday, 3 December 2018

Bag End is taking a little break

It is time for another "blogging break".  I have lost my enthusiasm again, and there is nothing to be gained by forcing things.  Last month I tried hard to post more often thinking that the engagement would help me enjoy it, but that has not worked.

I've stopped before, and started again;  there is no reason to suspect that this break will be any different.

Thursday, 29 November 2018

Up for grabs . . .

Too brain-dead yesterday to achieve anything creative and productive, so I spent half a day sorting through all of the Christmas scraps.  I had got to the point where nearly 12 foot of table space was covered in piles of jumbled up fabric and I could not make any more progress until I tidied it all up.

Not the first clue why I have about 60 small four-patch units already made and fabric cut for many more but at least I can now see what is here (and I can pretend it is under control).

At one level this is a little frustrating.  I want to get these blocks and units made up into (? whatever ?) which can be used/gifted.  They were all made so long ago I have absolutely no recollection of what my original intentions were - that is if I had any in the first place!  I know some of the blocks were made just to try out a technique or idea, which is how most quilters end up with a pile of 'orphan blocks' which don't go together and we don't know what to do with!

At another level is is lovely - there are no deadlines, no pressure.  I am just pottering around in my fabric cave knowing that eventually there will be a spark of creativity and I'll stumbled upon an arrangement I like, if not for all the bits then at least some of them.

Continued messing around is a perfect occupation for today - really high wind, rain, dull and gloomy.  None of us are going outside except for essential toilet breaks (that would be Daisy - M. and I will use the bathroom!)

Up for grabs:
During the tidy up I unearthed a little stash of fabric that I am never, ever going to use.  The 'wonky blocks' were started at a workshop but I didn't do any more when I got home, and the gingerbread fabric is left over from a project a decade or more ago.

As I will never use this material I would love to send it to someone who will . . . all you have to do is say 'please'.  Maybe perfect for someone who doesn't yet quilt but would like to have a little play?

Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Sigh . . .

Strewth, yesterday was hard work;  I have (for now) got my friend as far as I can with her patchwork. Trouble is, whilst I am a reasonably good teacher, I am not a shrink or marriage counsellor.  I can overcome her lack of experience at cutting up perfectly good fabric and sewing it back together again.  I cannot overcome her self-doubt and fear of failure, or a husband who is critical, unsupportive and seems to not want her to do this.  At one point yesterday morning she was in tears in the kitchen telling me how irritated he had become the previous day when she spent all afternoon sewing.  Very draining for me, clearly not a bundle of laughs for my friend.

Despite that she had done her "homework" and sewn strips into panels:
photo removed, see below

Together we pressed the first two, sliced them into sections, and then unpicked the loops to create the Trip Around the World pattern:
photo removed, see below

When I left her this is how far we'd come:
photo removed; whilst there is no way my friend could be identified from my words, pictures are different and at some point in the future if her project was finished and she shared it with her son, who might share it on Facebook, etc.  Probably being over cautious but best to play this one on the safe side.

Anyone else would - I hope - have seen the finish line was in sight.  Instead, my friend was sitting with her shoulders slumped convinced that she is going to mess things up or will have forgotten all I've shown her when she next has time to sew.  Which apparently will not be for a few days because the husband has plans for them to {insert whatever . . . I may not have been concentrating at this point}.

I did wonder if I ought to publish this; but then I thought "s*d it" -  this is my journal and if I only record the fun stuff it is not truthful, and from a selfish point of view, writing and publishing is very cathartic for me.

I came home to a warm house, to Management and Daisy, and my own gorgeous little Fabric Cave    ðŸĪŠ
Where I messed around with those Flying Geese units until suppertime and still couldn't make up my mind. But at least I had fun doing so whilst M. did his own thing.  He made me coffee, I put the washing machine on, we chatted occasionally, he showed me a 'funny cat on Facebook', I showed him a possible winning layout. Just quiet, normal bimbling along.  







By the end of the day I was completely knackered and my head hurt  . . . . ðŸ™„