Monday, December 21, 2009
Photoshop with DJ
Friday, December 18, 2009
A Little Bird told me....
This is done using the embroidery machine to make the swallow, I then trim it around and layer it on some wool felt, paint and stitch on more detail, layer a bit more, then add vintage trim and cording, make some wire and pearl nest, a few dangles, a wire hanger - a frill of painted organza around the edge and viola a cute little wall hanging
I hope to have time to make more, it is very rewarding and doesn't take too much time or thought, just lots of fun and creativity
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Ribbon roses for Baltimore
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Bonzie designer
Friday, December 04, 2009
and some more..........
This is the heart block, I have completed half of the berries to show how much more interest the lovely red berry circles make, they are well worth the effort - I use the mylar template to create these, cut your fabric circle and place mylar plastic template circle inside, gather stitch around as normal, pull up so that the fabric is tightly gathered around template, spray with crisp spray starch front and back. Allow to air dry, finally press with iron, be carefull here as the mylar is heat resistant but will melt with too much heat. Allow to cool loosen tacking stitches and remove mylar, you may like to repress the circle again to settle down this lifted area. I do a whole lot at a time so they are done and ready for me to stitch down.
This is one of the lovely basket blocks, a tall basket with lots going on, I love them, I used a lovley chenille cord I purchased for the stem and couched it down with matching DMC - one strand.
I popped some blue in here as I had brought a gorgeous bundle of fabrics from Temora, Pieces for patching and wanted to use these with the browns. The berries this time are burgundy felt from Pioneer Patchwork in Narellan, little circles with red DMC french knots holding them down.
Today I have completed my 6 month class notes and will present the class on Monday. The girls will decide if we are going to do another class next year at Sewrite. This will be a finishing class and additional work with sashing and completing the top.
I will be presenting this class at Pioneer Patchwork at Narellan - (02) 4647 3555 in February 2010, just give Ingrid a call to reserve your spot.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Some photo's of the Baltimore Class
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Drawing
Monday, November 09, 2009
Charlotte is stitching
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Baltimore on and on
It is relaxing, it's medatative and as I stitch I think about the next block and the colours for it. I have done the cornacopia with fruit and will do an eagle block next perhaps.
Having sorted it all out in EQ6 has been wonderful and allows for me to free up more time for sewing. I have some Christmas pressies to prepare too for class as we have decided on a secret santa for this year and will be going out for dinner like last year but at an Italian resturant this time. Should be great fun. I am doing one of Christine Books little cushions with a blue bird stitchery in the middle, I may even turn it into a small wall hanging for the person I have in mind.
I have been buying a little lace and odds and ends to as I explore the mixed media a little more, as I type I have the embroidery machine chugging along stitching a design that I will then take and manipulate, layer, cut and paint add things to and develop into a little wall hanging.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
EQ6 and designing Baltimores
Spending time on EQ6 is so much fun, I have found wonderful pallettes of fabrics that reflect my stash rather nicely and decided to see if I could represent some of the blocks I have chosen for the class Baltimore.
The girls wanted sashing and swag borders so this is my interpretation
I have no doubt as I work more in EQ I will find much more to do with it and lots more ideas generated.
Don't ya love it
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Baltimore quilt classes
Sunday, July 05, 2009
A month fly's by
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Pinapple log cabins
blues and reds of the late 1800's. The complexity of the pinapple log
cabin never fails to amaze and delight me. There always seems that
sense of movement and joy about them, no matter the fabric or the
expertise or lack there of from the quilter.
I am experimenting with some strippy piecing and finding this a great
deal of fun. Using fabric from a basket of scraps, I can quickly place and
piece as I go, cut down the created fabric into the desired shapes and piece
these together to create a shape, a block that can be joined to form a larger
piece.
So quick and easy, unlike the pinappel quilt.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Okay I give up
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Nitro Champs weekend
This is a photos of the Calibra with the shoot pulled
and slowing down at the end of the track.
She is a very pretty car and goes exceptionally well.
We all love her and I trust it to do the right thing when Tony is driving and to keep him safe. (If one can in fact trust an inanimate object). LOL
Monday, May 04, 2009
Charlotte's 21st
Monday, April 27, 2009
My favourite magazine
Friday, April 24, 2009
Lots of lovely ephemeria and bits
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It's all about the age
Monday, April 20, 2009
Finding out secrets
Not that I have ever made it a secret - it is just not a topic of conversation that I find myself mentioning too often. It is a fairly important part of my life however and something that I am rather proud of, what is it you ask.
I ride a large motorcycle...... Well not so surprising you may say, lots of women ride motorcycles.
Where I get to shock or surpirse people is when I role up on this big black and chrome monster and get off, remove helmet and gloves and dive into the saddle bags and pull out my knitting.
I love to see the look on peoples faces as I happily sit where ever we have stopped and stitch a few rows of knitting. The guys I ride with are used to me now but passers by often gape wide mouthed at me in all my gear and knitting in lap as I sit happily sipping coffee and getting on with my current project. It is one of those little bits of leisure time that is just the best. Fresh mountain air, sunshine and motorbikes.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Knitting
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Another Easter come and gone
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Fabric bundles
I have two that I had to bring home from work, Kym is a genius at putting fabrics together and altho she doesn't have time to do a lot of quilting she sure does have the quilters colour all worked out, she is in fact an artist so understands the fundamentals of colour that we as crafts people often skip in the hurry to produce a quilt or two.
I have always had a sense of colour and really do not give it too much thought but prefer to wing it in a way. I find if I over think colour combinations is when I get into trouble. I am always open to throwing in that real zinger fabric, you know the one. It is the colour and or design that you would never think to use but just that little bit brings the quilt alive.
I have two color ways in these bundles, a blue base and a brown base. My idea for them was to make a machine cover for the Janome on the frame as it sits out in the open and near a window and I am worried that it may get dust, and damage from being out all the time as it is too complex to take it in and out of the frame.
I am now using the Singer for all my regular sewing as I am waiting to get the Pfaff repaired, I had a look at it to see if it was something minor but it looks like a major timing job for an expert and more money to spend. Oh well such is the sewing life.
Monday, April 06, 2009
My frame
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Blessed space
and pieces. I am now starting to realize that I
have an abundance of craft related objects.
UFO's, lots and lots and WIP's (work in progress)
the latter is most definately my favourite way of describing pieces of art that are still unfinished but have hope of one day becoming what I had envisioned for them.
I am knitting a shawl and hope to send it off to a
magazine for publication. I have now found my
battery charger so will be taking lots of photos
so that I can now show you what I have been
up to.
I collected some new fabrics from work, Kym has a very good eye for colour combinations and she often challenges herself to put together fat quarter bundles and of course I can not help myself I have to buy them. And also needing a new project for the girls and Ho Hum, no more bags please, I will be doing a machine cover as I need one for both the pfaff and the Janome on the frame, a cover would be a very useful thing as it sits out on the frame uncovered at the moment. I will write the pattern to be suited to different sized machines so that the girls can customize their own to suit their particular machine.
check back for photos - coming soon = please watch this space. :)
Monday, March 30, 2009
How fantastic is the quilt frame
Friday, March 27, 2009
Vintage Crystal on Martha
Okay I have to admit it right here right now, I love Martha Stewart. Yesterday she had a girl on making vintage ornaments and specialises in spun cotton, it is an old German technique.
Go have a look
http://www.vintagebycrystal.blogspot.com/
wonderful stuff
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Working the quilt frame
Monday, March 23, 2009
Getting there
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Cute things
found and had to "borrow" the picture
I just love it, it is so odd.
I found this site after surfing away from another of my favourite designers, it seems that the odder the design
the better but this is really amazing and fun
http://www.studioviolet.se/products/
Another cute site I just love is www.jennylovesbenny.com.au
this clever girl makes the most devine little bears.
Okay enough of cute, just had to let you all know.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Work and inspiration
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Basket versus boxes
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The boys and their toys
Monday, March 16, 2009
QUILTS AND MORE QUILTS
http://www.straw.com/quilting/articles/snowball.html
Storage
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
First chapter of novel
The road wound around the valley and criss crossed the river three times before I caught a glimpse of Nerrandella, it sat squat and tired looking, in a hollow of natures making. Another town may suffer the fate of being drowned forever in a much needed dam. That had not occurred to the residence of this long forgotten place, now off the beaten track as the new C15 ran direct to the coast from Sydney and there was no longer the need for an overnight respite from the rigours of travel that Nerrandella provided. Centrally air conditioned service station, MacDonalds and red Rooster now supplied the traveller with fast food and faster service, wizing back onto their destination without even a "thanks how was your day?"
My objective was Paxton House, a little Gothic timber home built in 1883 by the Sturgess family and recently handed over to the Trust as a living museum. The satnav chimed in, the sweet twangy voice telling me to turn right at the next exit and continue for 4 kilometres. I spotted the turn off and veered my little honda into the lane.
I passed several ramshackle cottages sitting on the outskirts of the town centre. A rusty sign told me I had arrived in Nerrandella, population 146. There were several empty shops with paper notices flapping in the breeze and one or two cafés offering the best coffee for miles, well that I could believe! I made a mental note to visit one that had an interesting looking buntings and swags of gossamer fabrics looped over the verandah posts, a little water fountain near the entrance and a general hum emanating from within. I passed a service station, the one were the owner actually comes out and pumps the petrol for you, checks your oil and washes your window. An absolute dinasour. Next came the local grocers, slash general store, newsagents and just along from these the huge red brick bank building now converted to the community centre, art gallery and op shop. I wonder what George Sturgess would have thought of his bank building now? Just opposite was the original council chambers and post office, really lovely turn of the century buildings giving testament to the past affluence of the area. Sally satnav piped up again and told me to take the first exit at roundabout, in other words turn left.
Obeying I ventured along Marribel Street, this I knew from my research was the oldest residential street in Nerrandella, it was also the street founded by the Sturgess family and was originally just a dirt track linking the house to the centre of town. Paxton House was one of the first houses of its calibre in the area and was surrounded by its 267 acres of cleared grazing land. The Sturgess, apart from being the bankers for the area also ran the small freehold gifted to George when he arrived in Sydney at the age of 19 and undertook a role as dresser to then Mayor of Sydney James Merrimen. As the story goes, he saved Mayor Merrimen when he was very ill with dropsey and stumbled and would have fallen over a bannister to his death but for George's quick reflexes who grabbed the aged Mayor and pulled him to safety. The Mayor in his appreciation and upon his retirement from politics gave George the land on the coastal area south of Sydney and some cash to set himself up. George, still a young man and missing his family in Scotland, sent for his brother Laden and paid his fare to Australia.
As I crested a small rise I could see Paxton House at the end of the street, standing majestically surrounded by huge jacarandas, pepper trees, port wine magnolias underplanted with massive azalea bushes and camellias. I was astounded by the greenery and the contrast of the striking sky blue painted timbers of the house. The eaves, balcony's window sashing were glossy white, here and there were the evidence of men at work with some scaffold in place and several work utes in the drive. Probably more action than the old girl had seen in many years. The Houses Trust did not waste time in conserving the buildings they acquire and their policy is to get in, access and conserve what is there rather than restore. I could not but admire the architectural features of the house it was quiet breathtaking. Its metal balustrades on the front balcony and around the eaves were amazing, they must have cost a bomb back then. I knew it to be a rare example of American Steamboat architecture, so unusual for country Australia, the timbers all looked in reasonable condition and as I pulled up I could see that the workers were in fact washing the exterior. The building had been attributed to
There were in fact several lovely old homes in the street, similar in size but nothing in this Gothic timber style of Paxton. I pulled up next to a large van with red writing on the side announcing "Jake's 24 Hour Plumbing". Rustling through the papers on the passenger seat I came up with the yellow post it note that had my contact on. Sally satnav announced sweetly that I "had arrived at my destination", I flipped off the switch and popped her unceremoniously into the glove box.
The 'post it' note told me that I was looking for a Jeannine James, curator appointed to the house and supervisor of the conservation and cataloquing of contents.It was great luck for me that Jeannine is great friends with my uni lecturer and she was able to get me on the conservation team, it meant a lot to my study as I was eager to research the house and the unusal family dynamics that it had held within. I wasn't totally unskilled either as I had worked at Vaucluse house in the textile room and had helped restore some of the quilts there. That was when I had first heard of Paxton and the possibility of the trust obtaining it and my interest had been peaked then, and to now be walking up the front steps was like a dream come true. Stepping around buckets and ladders however, was not part of the imaginings but I was looking forward to the next few weeks. I tapped at the open door, listened, I heard a muffled voice from within, sounding like they were on the phone. A mans head popped around the door of the front room, he was in white overalls splashed in vivid array of colours. "Hi", I said, "I'm looking for the curator."He motioned his head toward the voice out the back " She's out in the kitchen, been on that bloody phone all morning""Thanks", I said as I manouvered my way down the hall and carefully around the just washed door jamb.The hall opened up into a large dinning room, a huge amount of paper, photos, boxes, linens, kitchen ware and other various items littered the large table, it looked like a tornado had gone through the house and had dumped everything right on top of the table in a haphazard mess.The disembodied voice continued from the kitchen "I'll be right with you" it called.I took that to mean I was to stay where I was for the moment so took advantage of the time and began to scan thru the photos. There were several photos of the house from around the 30's, there was one with a car in the drive that looked like a model T but I couldn't be sure. I flipped the photo over but there was nothing written on the back. "It is going to take a bit of research to find out about those photos." I looked up into intelligent green eyes, "Hi I'm Jeannine, I've been expecting you. I'd like you to concentrate on Jessie's room, its upstairs second door on your left. Any questions?" She handed me a note pad and pen. "Start by catalogueing the furniture and fabrics, did you bring a camera?, no, okay, I'll get one for you. If you can go through the dresser after that and keep everything in its place, just write down what you find and leave it pretty much as is, unless of course you find an infestation of bugs or something." I nodded. "If you get that much done today we are doing well.""Help yourself to coffee in the kitchen, you'll find the cafe down the road makes a good sandwhich. Oh have you checked in at the B and B yet?" Her mobile rang and she waved me off returning to the kitchen. I guess that meant I was on my own, didn't seem like much was out of bounds at this stage. Jeannine's head popped around the door, phone to ear and waving a pair of shoe snoods at me. "Pop these on will you Ellie whenever your in the house, 0h and do take care on the carpets they are really deteriorating."I was not sure if she meant I was to take care not to damage the rugs or not to fall down the stairs and break my neck, either way I liked her immediately and knew that the two weeks here were going to be productive and fun.
I had sorted through and logged all of the clothes in the dresser in Jessies room, there were lots of soft silk and lacey items. And as I didn't know what to call a lot of the things I just described them as well as I could on the notepad. I would come back and photograph it all when I got the promised camera.I checked my watch it was already quarter past two and I had not stopped for a break or even a coffee. Stretching my legs I thought it time to stand and get the circulation back in my legs. Wobbling down the stairs I was aware of the silence of the place, the stillness in the air and the fresh breeze through open windows. The stairs creaked to remind me that I was in an old home, I descended carefully, mindful of the several layers of carpet I was treading on. I must remember to ask Jeannine what they will do with the carpets, will they be lifted and relayed or will they be left, it would be amazing to see the very bottom layer. The uppermost layer and visible one was a bright splashy brown with yellow swirls that was oh so obviously 1970's. I think by memory, the year of a minor renovation was undertaken when cousin took up residence at Paxton. The kitchen was also redone then so I thought I would go and take a look.
It was a pretty simple 50's style with some overhead cabinets in a chipboard type wood. Painted gloss white, a yellow speckled top, I hesitate to call it laminex because I don't think that would be correct. A large stainless steel double sink.A rather new looking gas cooker, with oven underneath. A white fridge, about a 1970's model. And some undershelf storage near the oven. Then on the other side of the sink a lovely old oak dresser, it had some nice eclectic looking china on it which would be fun going through at some stage. Off to my right I could see another door which led to a larder, the contents of which I would have to discover at a later date as I heard Jeannine talking in the hallway and decided to see if I could get a few minutes of her time.
We met between the foyer and the dining room. "Oh hi again", said Jeannine, "I had forgotten about you. How did you go?""Fine, well I think so, I'm afraid I don't know alot about the clothes from the 1930's. It's all very feminine and pretty isn't it?" I said, smiling as I thought of all that fine lace and tiny buckles. "It looks as though it was just left as it was back then, as though Jessie could walk back into the room at any moment and ask what the hell was I doing"."Exactly" said Jeannine, "And that is what we want the visitors to experience, a living museum, isn't it marvelous?""Well, it certainly is unique." I admitted. "If you don't mind I was hoping to get a bite to eat, can I get you something?" "No thanks" as she disapeared down the hall toward the kitchen, probably another urgent phone call I thought unfairly. Then kicked myself for letting her get away as there was so much more I wanted to know.
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The cafe took about 1o minutes to walk to, I needed the stretch and it was really so beautiful here that to take it slow and have a look around was really a joy. Some of the houses were just as stunning as Paxton, some were much bigger with what looked like modernish extensions and others were fairly original. It looked like a village that had not moved much in the last century. Most of the gardens were gorgeous and as I came closer to the town I could see the local park complete with a pond and a wisteria walk leading down to it. It was just too much.Cafe Louis was two blocks up from the corner as I turned into the main street of Nerrandella. I could hear the folky music wafting down the street and a devine smell wafting right along with it. I began to realize just how hungry I was and even my stomache agreed with a deep rumble.I chose a shaded seat on the porch and almost before I could sit down a paper menu was thrust at me. A girl of about 16 started to list off the days specials to me. But I interupted and said I would have what ever was being cooked right then. She smiled and said that was her mums veggie lasagna and did I want something to drink while I was waiting? She said they had fresh juice - orange, mango and rockmelon just made. "Sounds great" I said handing back the menu and relaxing in the chair just a little more and allowing the mellow tones of Sting to float around me. I was racing across the desert on a white stallion.When I opened my eyes I saw a very large lady standing in front of me, I felt as though I was being accessed in those few seconds, but then she smiled and handed me a huge plate of steaming hot lasagna."There you are, get that into you love. Looks like you could do with a good feed." she winked and dissapeared inside.
The lasagna was devine, it had been a long time since I had eaten something that good. As I entered the little cafe I was aware of the age of the building, I figured somewhere in the 1930's with its lovely tiled entrance the ressessed door and the bevelled glass. It had bright red walls inside and to my amazement an absolute gallery full of old photos framed and labelled. It felt like Christmas. I could barely get my money out to pay before diving on the nearest photo. "These are amazing" I said to the owner. "Where did they come from.""Some belonged to my father, alot came from the newspaper office when it closed. I guess after I started collecting people just started turning up with photos and leaving them with me."The photo I was looking at was of the old Bank building - There were a group of people on the stairs, all in suits and hats and looking very proper in their attire. There was an impressive looking horse and cab to the left of the photo it had an interesting looking crest on the cab door. The typed sticker at the bottom declared it the opening of the Nerrandella Bank of NSW, Mayor of Sydney Sir William Patrick Manning with the date Nov 4th 1891.
I browsed the photos for a while, finding ones that I would have to spend more time on it was such a treasure trove."Do the House Trust know about these?" I asked."Sure do, most of them are here for lunch and sometimes dinner, just depends how caught up in the house they get. By the way hon, I'm Liz."How rude of me, I shall have to watch myself in future I thought."Nice to meet you Liz, I'm Ellie." I replied."Well then you will be needing these." Liz handed me a small set of keys she had fished out of her pocket. "They're the keys to Loch Lowen, your in the cottage, just keep to your right at the main house and follow the drive down the hill and you will see the cottage near the creek." I must have looked surprised because Liz let out a huge laugh. "Loch Lowen is my B and B, and it wasn't hard to work out who you were, we spoke on the phone last month, remember?""Of course." I answered with a smile. "I was just a little overwhelmed by your collection. It is fabulous and I was hoping I could spend a bit more time looking at the photos." "I have most of them on my laptop, I could burn you a CD if you like.""That would be fabulous." I wondered if my enthusiasm was showing. I could not believe how lucky I was. Then I had a thought."I should mention Liz, that I am here for another reason other than helping on the conservation. I am studying Early Australian women and their homes and hope to do my thesis on the subject.""I know, hon." was all she said, I noticed when she smiled her eyes almost dissapeared behind her cheeks.