Friday, June 06, 2014
No, I'm not. But I am easily led astray. Looking at one of my friend Angela Huddart's posts on Facebook, I remembered that I wanted to continue the series of visual haiku I had called 'Meditation in Purple And Gold'. This little series I talked about a little here. Each quilt was made to a strict set of rules (as a haiku is written), and each one had a piece of a particular fabric, a lovely commercial purple with gold metallic swirls. Sadly, I don't have any more of it, so I can't make more of the same. And as Robin is still without a job (anyone want a good FD?), I don't want to spend any money (I don't have it to spend...), so buying more of it was out of the question. So, I went a-hunting. For purples. For one cloth with a large scale print (ish), one with a variety, and one that was purple and gold. Easy, right?
No. I don't have any. Nothing like. I found some purple batiks, and put one to one side, but the rest didn't work... though I did like the look of a dark grey/almost black fabric with random leaves on it, so that was put to one side also. Then there was the interesting print with orange in it...and a cat fabric...and something else...they went to a different side (as it were...), but with the same intention, of making meditative quiltlets.
I thought for a minute that I would have to buy some fabric after all... but then thought about the hand dyes. I hadn't used them in the meditation quilts, but thought that I might print on one with gold paint... and above is the final selection. Yeah, okay, the hand dye is closer to pink than purple, in that section at least, but it works really nicely with the rest of the cloth. So we shall see what we get. And you're not getting to see the other set...I didn't take a photo.
And as I was coming out of the cloth studio, I spotted a large piece of purple organza:
Okay, more lilac, really, with interesting areas of blue. There must be a metre and a half, maybe two metres in the length. It is crying out to be hand stitched, possibly in gold thread. I'm whining in my head even as I type, because I know what a pain that's going to be... but you know how it is. When the fabric talks, the artist listens...and gets on with it. Wish me luck, I'll need it. But first, I need to iron it...