star-quilt

Phew I finished the quilting this evening. I am pleased with the front. It turned out just how I envisaged. The back, I have to admit does have just a couple of wrinkles. I will assess the wrinkle situation in the light of day. After a busy day in the office and a 5km run after work I think it is time to get some sleep.

Star Quilt

These are notes to lightning in my bedroom.
A star forged from linen thread and patches.
Purple, yellow, red like diamond suckers, children

of the star gleam on sweaty nights. The quilt unfolds
against sheets, moving, warm clouds of Chinook.
It covers my cuts, my red birch clusters under pine.

Under it your mouth begins a legend,
and wide as the plain, I hope Wisconsin marshes
promise your caress. The candle locks

us in forest smells, your cheek tattered
by shadow. Sweetened by wings, my mothlike heart
flies nightly among geraniums.

We know of land that looks lonely,
but isn’t, of beef with hides of velveteen,
of sorrow, an eddy in blood.

Star quilt, sewn from dawn light by fingers
of flint, take away those touches
meant for noisier skins,

annoint us with grass and twilight air,
so we may embrace, two bitter roots
pushing back into the dust.


By Roberta J. Hill

Well, it was a little like pulling teeth, but thanks to some wonderful ladies in my guild (quickly sewing new blocks to replace all the ones that were never delivered), I finally have enough pieces for our guild quilt!

As expected, there were some good blocks, some okay blocks and some tragic blocks (that would be mine, of course). But it still is going to be a great, fun quilt.

Just gotta round up some help to put it together.

What a busy day! Freezing walk to work, full on day in the office, freezing walk home. Two loads of washing, 10km on the trainer and final boarder on latest quilt top. I need to get some fabric for the final final boarder. Wonder if I can squeeze a trip to the fabric shop into tomorrow.