Monday, March 21, 2011
On a Saturday night whim, I set myself a two hour deadline for fabric selection and cutting and piecing the top of a picnic rug. What a liberating thing, is a speedy deadline. No time for faffing, second-guessing or any of the time-consuming doubt malarkey. More a case of grab/chop/sew/done and there I am sitting in front of Lost in Translation right when the TV guide said I should. How I love that movie. Beautiful, lonely, empty, funny and now haunting because Tokyo does not look the same city just now.
From the outset of the Saturday night whim, I understood that the aim was to LIKE the picnic rug but not to LOVE it. The level of like should be such that I would want to use it, but it should not reach the level of love where I would be afraid to use it, spoil it, stain it, picnic upon it.
Yesterday I went out to buy quilted fabric for the backing and then sewed the front and back together and didn’t give a sideways consideration to binding.
I used the speedy tying technique for the ‘quilting’ bit. Voila! A picnic rug using big pieces of fabric that do NOT make my heart flutter and small snippets that DO. Not a labour of love, rather an entirely satisfying, crafty quick fix with function.
I tested the function straight away. Out in the backyard, with the lightweight newspaper sections, my hands-over-ears at the horrors of the real news bit. The knitty business is a Mara-in-progress.
The comfy, snugly, not-heavy, not-bulky and not-perfect picnic rug is just the perfect I was after.
The perfection is entirely proven by my devil-may-care attitude to this mischief monkey with her honey-sticky fingers...
The more used, stained, washed, worn and lived on it becomes, the more perfect the picnic rug will be.
PS. The middle kid says he has no time for picnics. He has time only for thinking, drawing and making dragons.
PPS. When next the aim is for a more considered, quilted number, (without the honeyed, sticky-fingered input), I am so giving this lovely a whirl...