Remember my woe over Small Girl’s Quilt? Yesterday, when we were in Shropshire, Big Girl reminded me of my obligations, and forced me to buy this blue batik fabric from a shop that stank of incense (they had carved wooden blocks for doing your own batik printing- I coveted them very much.) I then whinged all the way home about how Nothing Would Go With Blue, And I Didn’t Feel Like Blue, I Felt Like Green…
Small Girl is tired today. Small Girl stayed out all night partying. Clearly Small Girl needs a quilt as a matter of some urgency.
I found the Green I wanted to work with in the stash.
But Green doesn’t really mix well with Blue. However, I found Indigo, lurking in my wardrobe. We’re all beginning to see where this is heading, right…?
I made a plan.
(I have new felt tips. New felt tips make me happy. Squared paper also makes me happy. I even did trigonometry happily.)
Big Girl approves of the plan. She has appointed herself my assistant quiltmaker. She says rainbows are Very Iona.
So I just need to buy red, orange, yellow and purple. And figure out what colour to use for the sashing (if it were my quilt, I’d want black, so it looked like stained glass, but I’m wondering about sky blue for Small Girl. Really I want clouds… do you suppose you can get blue-summer-sky-with-clouds fabric…?) Naturally, this is going to involve visiting fabric shops in the near future. Fabric shops make me happy…