Monday, September 5, 2011
On Friday afternoon, I sent the last of the jobs off to the printer, threw a few Craft Camp essentials into a bag, grabbed a large pile of the scrappiest scrappy fabric, blew the dust off the sewing machine and HIT. THE. ROAD.
Please note: The honest-to-goodness truth, is that when this soiree was originally organised, none of us innocent campers had considered Father’s Day on the Sunday.
Craft camp was a breath of fresh country air. Fabulous company, conversational hilarity, too much wonderful food and a suspected Repetitive Strain Injury incurred from cutting 560 squares from the scrappiest scrappy fabric.
Please note: The honest-to-goodness truth is that way back when last year’s camp was originally organised, none of us innocent campers had considered Father’s Day on that Sunday either.
Originally inspired by the perfection that is Rita’s quilted gloriousness I had an uncharacteristic desire to try to do things proper-like – at least in a beginner, not-quite-sure-what-the-rules-are fashion. It worked! Albeit randomly and somewhat wonkily but excellently, there are lots of matchy up ‘perfect’ bits too.
Sewn up, the ‘big’ squares are three inches and the tiny squares are 1.5 inches and 560 of them pieced together is plenty big enough for a destiny involving snuggling on the sofa.
As usual, I like the ‘wrong’ side, possibly as much as the ‘right’ side.
So chuffed was I for sticking with it, I eyed the teensy, inch and a bit offcuts and contemplated a quilt-let of fairy-sized piecings. Another case in point of never knowing when to stop, I packed ’em all up and brought them home.
(Though I’m not holding my breath either).
Please note: Next weekend it is Father’s Day in our household. I am planning a scrumptious breakfast in bed for the starlet Mr. There will be three cups of kid-made lukewarm tea (using the hot water tap), with which to wash it all down.
S, J, G, K, K, S, J, E, C...thank you for a weekend of Exactly What I Needed.