Another finish! What a great way to go into the weekend.
The quilt pattern is Serendipity, designed by Jennifer of That Girl...That Quilt.
If you would like to make one of your own you can buy the pattern from her shop.
I wasn't sure how this one would turn out as I had trouble sourcing fabric with the exact colour characteristics I'd pictured in my head. These were the closest I could find. Even though it's not exactly as I'd imagined it, I'm still really happy with the finished result.
For the quilting I went with outlining each of the hexagon blocks and then decided to run a diagonal along the length of each shape.
On the back I put together a disappearing nine-patch piece with some of the left over fabrics.
How cool is the disappearing nine-patch? It looks like you've done heaps of work when you really haven't. I see more of these in my future.
After I had pieced the whole top my daughter informed me she didn't really like the bees. As you can see, I took her advice in mind. (I love the bees.)
Hand sewing the binding went really quick this time. I usually use a fairly fine needle when I do my bindings, but this time I accidentally picked up a much thicker needle. By the time I noticed I was ensconced on the couch, quilt on lap, and couldn't be bothered to go back to the sewing room to change it.
Just as well because that needle just charged right through it.
'You see,' said the mister with a lascivious grin, 'bigger is better.' Indeed, dear.
It's nice that all the kids have their own quilts now. Just the bump to sew for now.
It's Friday again! No video, just a nice photo of Bradley Cooper because:
a. Eva loves him
b. Sara Louise is married to him (I can see a conflict looming here).
I have these abs: your argument is invalid. (Source: Douglas Curran)
And this one is for Marg, who loves her some George Clooney and I'm tipping has about 5 Nespresso machines secreted around her house.
I was standing around, camera in hand, when this piece starting showing on our television. George recently made the news when he told Newsweek he couldn't run for president (of the US) as he had 'f--ked too many chicks and did too many drugs, and that’s the truth.'
The honesty's refreshing even if the language is very un-Clooneylike. This is what France thought of his statement:
Hot rabbit? He's smokin'.
Phew. I need a cigarette*.
Have a great weekend everyone!
* Figuratively, figuratively. Keep your pants on.