How to Visit Fairyland with Someone Small

McCall Pattern for Cloth HousesI’d like to introduce you to Anne. She and her daughter Jess have a sewing story about their trip to fairyland.

Anne: I once made a little fabric house for my daughter Jess. The house was made in shades of pink and purple. On the outside it had little windows and doors. The house opened out and on inside were little pieces of fabric furniture. A family of fabric rabbits lived in the house.

I did like making things for my children. As the children were small I could only work on the little house every now and then. It took maybe a couple of months at least. The house was cute, fairy land and I loved the way it opened up. Jess found it intriguing. She enjoyed carrying it around with its little carry handle. Making this is one of my best sewing memories because it helped me play in a little cute world of make believe.

Jess: Mum made the little house for me. Let me tell you what I remember. It was a surprise present, I think for my birthday. I remember it had a rabbit and a little bed and little pictures on the wall. The house was special because it was so personalised for me. It had everything I liked in it. Particularly the pictures on the walls were things I was interested in. There was one of a black labrador and another of a brown horse. It had flap that was sealed with velcro so that it could open and shut. The little house was soft to touch and it had cardboard in it that made it stand up. It had two material (like the fabric at the side of zips) handles that turned it into a carry bag. Eventually when we stopped playing with it Mum gave it to a little girl we know. I was OK with that, I loved it but I was happy to give it to someone else to play with.

If you are interested in finding old patterns like this one, try Lanetz Living Sewing Patterns. This online shop is run by Janet, a grandmother from Kansas. She sells all sorts of interesting retro patterns. Have fun.



Comfort and security and how to get it – blog action day.

I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s book The Road. Let me tell you this is not a stroll across an open field. This is a look at a post civilisation world. You might be surprised when I tell you that I found the story more helpful than depressing. Let me tell you why.

If I strip away the mountain of false information it becomes clear that I need very little. Survival depends on water, food, a place to sleep out of the rain and someone to love and keep striving for. That is it. Water, food, shelter, someone to live for. I look around at what I have. I consider how complicated and unhappy life can become managing what I have and what I want.

I want a renovation and some more room. Some days my desire for it can feel desperate. If you have teenagers you will understand. If it were not the renovation it might be a new computer or a new car. The eternal longing for more, bigger, better can be so strong. I can convince myself that everything will be OK when I get the next thing. Familiar?

McCormack’s story helped me to remember that real happiness is not in the getting. Happiness is in the appreciation of what is and in connection with my people. On this blog action day I would offer a prayer that I may live more with less. That is what really offers more comfort and security for me and my planet.



The Ultimate Sewing Market

Imagine you come upon the most amazing market place. Colourful stalls are overflowing with wild fabrics, rare books, unusual buttons, software and patterns. The place is abuzz with the chattter of people passionate about sewing. You feel inspired and excited by all these wonderul ideas. You are moved by the generousity of people wanting to help you.

You stroll around taking in the incredible diversity of offerings. Gradually you notice that this market seems to include things for all sorts of people. You see patterns for elderly folk, tiny prem babies and people who are disabled. You see things for celebrations, hobbies, problem solving and silly stuff just for fun. There is no shop on earth like this one. This is a true community market place and everyone is welcome here.

This is no fantasy – this is a real website. It has taken Lily Abello ten years to assemble this Sewing Resource Guide. It is the most amazing list of nearly 1000 very special sewing web sites. It is the first entry in The Sewing Circle directory and I think you’ll agree Lily’s is a remarkable achievement. So go and have a look – you are in for a real treat.



Sewing A Mystery Project

There was once a handsome young man who came to be called Fanta. He was a surveyor who had a job making maps for the military during the Second World War. On five occasions his plane was shot down in the jungles of New Guinea.

After the war he became a bit of a clown and a problem drinker. His war experiences were rarely discussed. What is known is that he once sat with a dead friend for a day before making his way out of the jungle.

One day I started stitching a series of aeroplane shapes on a background of different patterns of bright green fabric. It took ages and when the squares were finished I felt dissatisfied and put them away for a year. I then cut these squares into strips. I still wasn’t sure what I was making.

I cut up lots different green fabric strips and randomly sewed in the sliced up plane shapes. Out of the sheet of fabric I had created I cut a big plane shape and tacked it into a three-layered quilt. Over many months I hand quilted small plane shapes over the whole quilt.

Aeroplane Quilt - Shot Down in New Guinea, by Julia SuttonThe finished aeroplane quilt is big, (2.1m x 2.1m) took three years to make and hangs on my ceiling. It shows scattered pieces of plane in the jungle. All these pieces are contained in a bigger plane that just keeps flying.

I think the quilt is a story about Fanta who just kept going in life. Back in the jungle the plane wreckage rusted. He went back to his job in an office; he paid bills, went camping and argued with his wife.

This quilt is about the extraordinary way ordinary people keep going. What takes the greatest courage for our soldiers? Is it the dangers of war or the challenge of fitting back into an everyday life when it’s all over?

You crash, you survive. That is what the quilt means to me. It is not practical, or useful, or even traditionally beautiful. The strange thing is that whenever I look at this quilt it gives me strength. Maybe you have had a mystery sewing project that evolved over time? I’d love to hear from you.



When Quilts Need Repair

Mending the Butterfly QuiltAbout six months ago I found a hole in my favourite quilt. My husband and I were hanging this big butterfly quilt on our bedroom wall. The quilt had lived several lives and now it was to be a wall hanging.

In the orange swirly border section was a thumb size hole that went right through all three layers. This is the first time I have had to deal with a major mend in a quilt. I felt daunted. How would I mend three layers?

I thought about matching it with exact fabric patches. I might just have some scraps somewhere. I considered finding some sewing guru to do it for me. The quilt was damaged now. It was spoiled. I didn’t really know how to fix it.

Months passed and every time I looked at the quilt I felt bad about that hole. The quilt was ruined I thought sadly to myself. Over six months the quilt mending job built up to be a bit of a problem.

Finally yesterday I took it down and inspected the damage. I considered what I could do. It was like looking at an old friend fallen in battle. After a few sad sighs I decided to give it my best shot. I found my coloured thread box and carefully matched the colours. Then I thought to myself – I can’t take this imperfection away I can only mend it with as much love as possible.

I took my time and I darned gentle stitches that I have seen my mother sew. Stitch by stitch I felt better. As I worked I thought about how my quilts are working quilts. There are carried around, snuggled under, picnicked on, laid over sleeping children or shivering pets. They have been children’s cubbies and hiding places. In all probability this hole started as the mark of some child’s jam covered finger. My family life had been here.

The mending slowly transformed from a loathsome fixing task to a gentle homage. I was honouring the site where some living had taken place. This was the place where the life of a perfect quilt ended and business of living just kept on going.

I smiled to myself as I surveyed the little ridges of the final mend. Not so much a fix but an outcrop of love. It is also a small milestone on my learning journey. In fixing this quilt hole I came to understand what really matters.