Although I'm not scaling peaks like some people I know, I do seem to have crawled out of the creative valley that was my August and have been busy, busy this week with several new projects. The sun finally broke through today, after a dark and dreary week, and I got some better shots up in the sewing room this afternoon.
A few people were wondering about the patchwork post from earlier in the week. How big are the blocks, what's it going to be, why are you starting a new quilt just minutes after you said your focus this fall was going to be quilting up a pile of waiting-to-be-finished tops? The blocks are 8" (finished), it's going to be a queen sized quilt (11x11 blocks) and the last one...that's a little more complicated.
I don't have a quilt for my bed. I started this one and though I love it, I could quickly see it was too dark for my bedroom. With that in mind, I bought these (remember?) and spent many hours musing over possibilities. I started the hexagon quilt, but that is/was never going to be bed-sized. So what finally got me moving on my bed quilt?
Hey, I like lots of colors, too. Really! (Click)
Last week, while M was painting our bedroom a lovely, warm, Dover white (my favorite neutral,) a recent article from the Cleveland newspaper was on my mind. Mailed to me by a friend, I was going to link it here, but I see it's no longer posted online. Briefly, it was a home section feature on a woman and her colorful house. Some excerpts:
- The dining room really is painted red above the purple chair rail and apple green below.
- The kitchen cupboards are French blue, the walls lilac and the baseboard lime green.
- An aqua green staircase leads to [her daughter's) third-floor bedroom suite, where she chose peach walls with tangerine woodwork. Her bathroom, including the claw-foot bathtub, is sea green.
- Perhaps you'd like to guess what colors this intrepid homeowner chose for her own bedroom. Here's a clue. When her 22-year-old son first saw the room, he said, "You know, Mom, this is where testosterone goes to die." You are correct! The walls are purple and the woodwork is bubble gum pink.
And the kicker:
- When she moved into her 85-year-old home a year ago, the walls were a sea of cream, both upstairs and down. Realtors call this "move-in ready," but the petite mother of three called it boring.
Wrong. It wasn't a sea of cream, it was lovely, warm, Dover white. That was my old house! You might assume I was horrified, but actually my reaction was mixed. I liked a couple of the photos that accompanied the article (not the kitchen) and I love that she was so bold in her approach. I do cringe at the lack of *color flow* from room to room and I can't say I can even imagine my former bedroom in purple and bubblegum pink. (Gah!) However, I am in awe that she did the whole house...basement to third floor!...in such a short time. While I sat here in the new place, pondering quilt patterns. Sheesh.
The forecast is for a sunny weekend so I plan to get some mums planted and snap some photos of my other projects before the clouds roll in again. With luck, more frequent posts next week. One more thing before I finish. Have you been reading Kelli's posts of her recent adventures as a public health practitioner in South America? They all make for fascinating reading but yesterday's humorous post about her visit to a women's cooperative, Bolivian Barbie,the Collector's Edition, is not to be missed. (Textile content!) And that title just cracks me up.