Journey on.

Ah, the Hobbit quilt is finished.  It’s all quilted and I’ve sewn on the binding.  I’m pleased with it–it’s nice to snuggle under and it has one red line of quilting visible, because Bilbo likes to mark his rambles on maps in red.  It’s fun to let your finger pick a line and follow it from the Shire all the way in.  So,

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His journey makes its way all the way from the Shire (seen here in green) through “pony rides in May sunshine,”

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to the trolls (the stone print) and then Rivendell (the dark ferny green).  Then it’s through the dark goblin caves of the Misty Mountains, then into the forest and agh!  Fire!

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After the fire in the treetops (here represented by a line of squares sometimes flamy red, sometimes very fiery leaves), rescue by eagles is good (swirly blue “sky”).  Visiting Beorn in his lovely flowery golden honeybee fields (some of these are flannel, yum!).  Then, a long trek (two rows!) through Mirkwood, and the swirly brown/purple represents the under-mountain lair of the Elven King and and the bumpy journey of Barrels Out of Bond.

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Then, the journey down the river and finally, to the Long Lake. Much blue here.

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The Desolation of Smaug.  Doesn’t that khaki just look desolate?  The Battle of Five Armies in the flashy bright red.  And, in the center, the Lonely Mountain…

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…the Lonely Mountain, awaiting its dragon.   B designed it, and I embroidered it.  (A little emotional support there from Alicia Paulson‘s book Embroidery Companion:  Classic Designs for Modern Living–I’d never embroidered on a quilt before.)

And, the completed quilt (except that I now notice that this was before Smaug was embroidered, but you get the idea!):

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The backing is a million tiny gold rings on yellow.  A dragon has to have his hoard.

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More journeying. Also, peril.

Ah, the Hobbit quilt continues. It’s all quilted and I’ve been sewing on the binding. I’m pleased with it–it’s nice to snuggle under and it has one red line of quilting visible, because Bilbo likes to mark his rambles on maps in red. His journey makes its way all the way from the Shire through “pony rides in May sunshine,” to the trolls and then Rivendell. Then it’s through the dark goblin caves of the Misty Mountains, then into the forest and agh! Fire!  Rescue by eagles is good.  Visiting Beorn, a long trek (two rows!) through Mirkwood, and Barrels Out of Bond. Then, the journey down the river and finally, to the Long Lake. The Desolation of Smaug. The Battle of Five Armies. And, in the center, the Lonely Mountain, awaiting its dragon.

I’m kind of glad it isn’t done yet. It’s a fun project and almost more fun in my imagination.  I like best that it doesn’t have anything absolutely identifiable that says This Is A Hobbit Quilt, unless you are wondering and you ask me.  Or if you walk in my house.  I might just attack you with this information.  Because it’s fun to talk about.  And Geeklet likes to trace the quilted “journey” lines to the center… where does this one go?

The other day, poor G fell and came in to ask for comfort.  He was truly quite upset, and I tried to figure out what had happened, what was hurting.

Me:  What did you hit?

The Boy, incredulous:  The floor.

Supplies!

Happy New Year! Okay, so it’s a little bit later than New Year’s. If it helps, I only just this Friday hung up our January page of the new calendar. It’s taking a bit of time to glue all the bits of paper together, and I’ve discovered that if I want us to make our calendar from scratch, planning to make it during the week before New Year’s just isn’t going to work. It has to be, say, November. Or August.

However, I became tired of looking over to see what day it was and finding that it was still December, because I know that this is not true and I don’t like my calendar to lie to me.

I hung up the new January page and voila! It was 2013! Try it sometime when the novelty of the new year is fading. It’s surprising how startling it is to see “January” on the wall, the first few days that it’s up. And, because I’ve only just hung it up even though it is now, admittedly, more than halfway over, it is refreshingly free of calendrical items. It looks so bare and clean after December. It looks… relaxed.

I spent some time in the early part of the year making kitchen towels.

Kitchen towels

Why, you ask? Well, many of ours had gone the way of overused fabric, and my beloved kitchen towel shelf, the one that gives me hopes of living in a Brambly Hedge cottage (sans mice) someday, was threatening to empty. I didn’t like most of what I found, so I made some. It feels good to put in supplies for the new year. New pens, new calendar, new socks, and kitchen towels. Piles of plaid and stripy goodness that are just the right size to use as a bread towel.

I am continuing the quest to blanket our house, or at least our home. I finished the Little House quilt and laid it on the bed to photograph, back in November. It has just stayed there. I mean, it gets used and taken off when I strip the bed and such, but its home is now on the bed and it makes the room very happy. I enjoyed it so much that I started another one, this time based on The Hobbit.

Now, I am not going to comment on the film. I have very strong feelings about it. Enough said.

But I love the book.

And so, I started a Hobbit quilt. And I’ve been rather pleased with it so far. All of the fabric for the top has come from my stash, so it may not have been what I envisioned when I first began, but it’s turning into such a warm and inviting little quilt. Now to embroider on the spiders and the dragon…

 

Tall Men and Flying Time

Has it really been two months? Ridiculous. Ahh. In any case, I’ve been busy, even if the blog has not.

Right now I’m working on a comforter for the bed. I keep wanting to call it a quilt, and then catching myself, because it is only three layers–top, wool batting, bottom. Except the top and bottom, while they are technically 108″ x 108″, are somewhat smaller than the king-size batting, at 120″ x 120″. So I’m adding borders. Still, it doesn’t feel like a quilt because it isn’t really pieced. I’m planning to tie it, not quilt it. Because it is huge.

HUGE. Do you know how big a piece of fabric 108″ square actually is? That’s nine feet square. The size of our living room, it is, almost. I sewed the strips for the borders and each side is long enough, when I hang it over a door to keep it from wrinkling (ha!) to nearly reach the floor on each side.

I have a theory. Remember all the people who say that in the old days, people were shorter? And then they are surprised when they dig up George Washington and he was six feet tall? I don’t think people were shorter. I think the women refused to sew quilts that required a hacksaw to cut and a map to sew together. Paul Bunyan maybe, but Martha Washington? Uh-uh.