Sunday, 9 November 2014

Busy week, II





The second of this week's big jobs done and dusted. All went well, everybody is happy.

Life goes back to normal and now I'll be able return to my sewing machine finally.

Yesterday I also got the best present ever - an order to make my first baby quilt! Whoo- hooo!



Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Busy week






This weeks to-do-list is simple: two jobs.

One job done today, one to do.























This week is all about math.

It was supposed to be like that:
1+1+2,
rather simple, nearly ideal lifetime arithmetic. 

 But the life bent and twisted the four rules of arithmetic into something like this 1+1+2 (+1) -1= 1+3 -1-1-1= 1
which I disagreed strongly. 


I tried to change it to 1+1= 2(+3) but no way, life kicked back at me this one 

((1+1+2(+ 1) – 1)+((1+3(+1))+ (+1+1))(+2)) +1. 

Today was one little part of this formula, one simple 1+1, which I was walking towards for last 3 years step by step. Adoption. Today it finally happened. 
The rest of this math is left for the weekend.


As a result sewing machine is doomed to sulk alone in the corner and - strange enough - it doesn't bother me at all.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Evil



I can’t say that I had been very lucky this Halloween. The idea to do something about Halloween hit me too late – just the day before. So off I went to look for a pumpkin. Well, of course there were none left at the local veg markets so I was doomed by a tiny one from Tesco stock. Not a very good start, but totally my own fault. 

The second problem appeared when I looked at these tiny pumpkins... The shape. They all were typical pumpkin shape instead of offering some space for carving a scull which as you all know, needs more vertical space than horizontal. 


Well, then I carved. I have a bunch of carving-ish tools but none really worked for the rather soft pumpkin so I was stuck with an old serrated knife from the kitchen box which worked the best. 

I spent Thursday evening and half of Friday carving. At the end it looked about right. Not perfect but I was rather happy about the outcome. We lit the candle inside and happily put our scary pumpkin outside on the porch.   

And then, a tad bit over an hour later.... It was gone. Ta-ra!




We live in a quiet blind alley in rather nice area of the city after all – neatly trimmed lawns, nicely polished cars, polite small talks with neigbours...
Why on earth somebody would creap up on our porch to steal A PUMPKIN? What’s wrong with you, people?  Some kind of OFF THE WALL FRIDAY?



 I would be able to fill probably several pages with ranting, but seriously... When you close your eyes and imagine England, it’s all about moss on the old stone walls and green meadows, ivy and holy, castles and terrace houses, polite small talk about weather and umbrellas. The reality is rather different, sadly...
 

Well, anyway, it lasted about an hour and half, and I hope it was enough to scare all the evil spirits away.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Time of the year II

This is also the time of the year for the Blogger’s Quilt Festival and somehow I found bravery to enter my Pheasant quilt. It fits to several categories like large quilt, home machine quilted, applique, original design.... I decided to go for applique, because basically this quilt was about learning applique. You can click on the links and see yourself all the entries and if you find something you really like, you are very welcome to leave your vote.


Design is mine, each corner has a story behind its design, quilting is rather dense, back is plain red and surprisingly, at the end of the job there were rather small amount of big quilting mistakes to deal with. The fabric is cotton sateen.

The making of this quilt are here, here, here  here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and finally here

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The time of the year

This is the time of the year when I put down any big projects and play with little things for Christmas. I believe in handmade presents (maybe I'm just avaricious LOL). Usually I do a lot of knitting, but this year I decided to downsize even more so there will be little tree decorations. So... I hadn't been laying lazy all last month, I had been sewing like mad these little things.
2 inches approx eac, only the angel is a bit bigger.
Ginger bear

Angel (can sit on top of the tree as well)
Robin
Hearts with Rudolph

Headgehog (front)
Hedgehog (back, glass beads
Wrapping usually is a hard task, especially for a bunch of little ones, so I just made a little shoulderbags where they all can sit in homely, and when all the little ones are on the tree, the bag can be used as a ... bag. It's only 8X8 inches, so good only for a pear of gloves, phome, and maybe a purse as well.






Ben
As for me - I got my X mass present already - Ben&Jerry. No, not an ice cream, no, these are pair of family heirloom. 
Jerry

Friday, 26 September 2014

Oga quilt done

So finally the horse quilt is ready. Weather is bad so for now there will be no better pictures.

It is very special quilt for me as this horse was born right in my arms, I was the one who opened the sack and since then I watched the baby growing. Now it belongs to my good friend and I can assure you that Oga is one very well pampered horse.

The quilt has an official name as well - after our folk song "Tumša nakte, zaļa zāle" (Dark night, green grass)


I'm quite happy with what I achieved with the quilt. I wanted to concentrate mostly on quilting, and I think it has starting to improve. Still a lot of learning to do, but at least I see some light at the end of tunnel.


Saturday, 13 September 2014

Ode to Singer



While the starch is drying out on the back for Oga quilt, I can finally tell the story I promised to tell long ago, about my oldest and most loved Singer (model 16K , serial number J1652230).











My grand granparents, 1906
When my grand grand mother Ann Beitan married Theodor Ozolin in 1906, they got a posh and useful wedding present from Ann’s mother Trine Beitan – this sewing machine.




The life was full of promises for them. Ann was a daughter of a wealthy farmers and Theodor – a teacher and an aspiring scientist.
  


My grandomother, 1908
But these were troubled times around – the waves of the Revolution of 1905 hadn’t settled jet and many were arrested, including Theodor, leaving pregnant Ann alone.  Theodor never returned. In prison he cought TB and died soon after their little daughter Zenta was born in December 1907. 

Ann never re-married. She returned back to farm and raised her daughter, sewing one fancy dress after another for her little orphaned princess.
When the First World War started, Ann had no illusions – her darling sewing machine was in danger as Russian army was well known for looting, so still new and shiny, Singer was wrapped in endless layers of oil cloth, packed in an old butter box and drowned in the pond, while empty wooden box was left open in the attick. 

Ann’s decission was wise as farm happened to stand right on the way of Russian and German armies the whole war. If my granny counted right, different armies walked in and out of their farm 17 times during the WWI. 









My grandomother, 1930
When all settled, the sewing machine emerged from the depths of the pond, but a lot of shine has gone, and rust had cut its teeth in. But it still worked, and was perfect to provide my grandma with fashionable outfits for her college years while she studied accountancy and farm management.
My mum 1937
When my grandma married, she took sewing machine with her, and produced many fancy outfits for her little precios princess (my mum). Sadly, her marriage also didn’t lasted long, but that’s another story. My grandma spent hours on this sewing machine right until 1987, when she died, and my mum took over. 

Now this sewing machine belongs to my youngest daughter who is learning to sew on it right now.