Getting stuff wrong

I am a firm believer that getting stuff wrong is part of the long and winding and often diverting path to getting stuff right. That’s not to say I enjoy getting stuff wrong but I am getting better at accepting (through gritted teeth) that my ideas of wrong often make little or no sense and they may add days or weeks or months to certain projects but they will not be ignored. It’s just better to go with it.

Before I went to Portland I was working on a project but simply ran out of time to get it off to the testers and finalised.

and that's a good thing because when I got home it just didn’t look right. This girls eyes were too big (This is her second head transplant by the way).

She needed new hair, but her body was alright so off to the transplant clinic for her…

but her friend looked funny…so it was of with her head as well.

I remade them both and dressed them and accessorised them and………………blah.

They are fine but I can’t show them here because you will all tell me they are fine or you might even tell me they are great. But ‘fine” is just not quite right enough is it? This morning I am starting again from scratch. I have thrown all the pattern pieces away, I have a cake in the oven and I’m thinking it will end up OK.

I’ll keep you posted.

Why don’t you blog more Jodie? (or be careful what you wish for)

I spent most of the day farting about in the sewing room. I took a photo of my basket collection but didn’t think to get rid of the ugly doormat or half-dead geranium.

I used a dud knight as my pincushion because I couldn’t find my real (and enormous) pincushion. He isn’t even sewn closed.

I finished a monkey and thought about walking to the park to style him in a tree.

I swore a lot at inanimate objects like the empty bobbin and the lost pincushion and the fabric that was a bee’s whisker too small.

and then I walked the dog.

head down

Arse up ! that's the way it is around here. For all this busy-ness there is very little to show. I just finished a huge fun project and will share it all a bit later on and am mid way through pattern writing and drawing and sewing on a heap of stuff. (I know it is incredibly unfashionable to say this, but……… I like being busy, none of this slow-movement crap for me) I have enough projects bubbling in my brain to keep me going well into my dotage.

I got a delivery of felt yesterday was wondering if it is the cold weather that draws me more to felt at the moment, kind of like the way knitters get drawn back to their yarn.

These are the guys we will be working on in my kids classes in the next holidays. Its a bit of a departure, with wool and minkee and polar fleece but so much fun! I The pattern is huge, I have written it as three complete separate patterns so there is no flicking back and forth for instructions. Its not really one that’s destined to be stocked by patchwork shops so it might become a PDF one of these days….. and looking at that photo – you know I am going to have to re-do that duck….the beak? the tummy? Colours all wrong !!!!

See . Who has time for the slow-movement? I have a duck crisis !

Hit the ground running

It is freezing here folks ! Yeah boring I know but pressing business nonetheless. We aren’t super keen on heaters and heating at our place , usually preferring just to wear layers of clothes but I can tell you today I am practically astride the heater !

I know I have been a bit blog quiet but I have been trying to get into a kind of schedule that does not include disappearing into the land of the internets for whole mornings at a time.

All of a sudden I find myself looking at a whole heap of teaching and swanning about dates. How did that happen?

July 9th (Tuesday) I am teaching a kids class at Millrose Quilting in Ballan.

Editing Woopsie -That class is full so we have added another on July 2nd- Tuesday)

The kids asked to make an owl this time so this is an in-process shot of one of the options we can work on.

July 23rd (Tuesday) I’ll be back at Millrose for an “anything goes” class

This is a great class. This class is for you to work on any of my patterns that you like. So if you started something and got stuck or just want a bit of guidance, you can come along and hang out and work on whichever pattern you prefer (The people nagging me for a Little Red class??? This is your chance!) If you sign up for this one, drop me an email to tell me what you will be working on. Sometimes I have special gizmo’s and gadgets that help with a particular project and I’ll be sure to bring them along.

from July 25th-28th I’ll be hanging out as a special guest at the Craft and Quilt fair and you’ll be able to come chat to me (I’ll work on having something interesting to say between now and then).  Its weird this special guest stuff, those of you that really know me, know just how special I am not. But you know, I am never one to look a gift craft fair in the mouth.

In August (Saturday 3rd) I am heading to Gum Valley Patchwork to teach a Louie the Super monkey class and I am really looking forward to it. Even though I have known Linda for ages I have never been to her shop. I am really excited !

and in news just to hand – I am heading bush ! Well I am off to Wagga with Rosalie and Melly for another Urban Stitches weekend.

We had so many requests earlier this year to try and organise something a bit less “Urban” and Rosie took it to heart and found a great spot in Wagga.

Hmm, you know this means I have to turn my mind to stitchery again !!!

I think that’s it for now.

Those are the days when I will be certain to be wearing a bra and have my hair brushed. Around here , while the long service leave continues and I am wading through a slew of new toys, hair-brushing and bra-wearing are strictly non-compulsory.

Slide Night 2– the best bits

I have been writing this blog post now for more than an hour, and I am struggling. I cannot explain how it felt to meet dear dear friends who I firmly believed I would never ever meet in real life.

I hope they know just how much it meant to me. These photos look so “stand-and-smile” but it wasn’t like that at all. There was a LOT of hugging and some gift swapping, and loud raucous laughter and a bit more hugging. There were toilet stories and sharing and encouragement and support and invites to parties. Thimbleanna you are here in spirit. We never did manage a photo-or certainly not on any of my devices. I smile like an idiot every time I look at these photos, Stephanie, Jacquie and Erica

You lot are a whole lot of bomb-diggetty.

and this is a new friend and a story I shall be telling for about the next five forevers. A while ago, Angie sent me one of those “you-don’t-know-me-but” kind of emails. In her email she offered to loan me some things for my booth. In fact, she went around and photographed all the things in her house that might be useful and sent me pics and measurements and ideas. (yep, kinda crazy… but in the best way). I bought things online and sent them to her house…..lots of things in lots of boxes. Nothing was too much trouble. Then Angie and her gorgeous (and funny) husband delivered all my junk to the Convention centre for me, along with their furniture. Angie helped me set up and then hung out with Jem and I and then at the end of it, they were there helping again. Unbelievable !

After quilt market Jem and I went to visit Angie and her family to say thanks and were given dinner and completely and utterly embraced. Angie’s help was invaluable, not just at quilt-market but in the weeks before-hand when I was a complete stress head. It felt so good to have someone on hand in that whole other alien country who I could ask questions of. I knew Angie was a great person but it was just so much more than that,  we got to hang out with her awesome family and laugh and read bedtime stories. On the night we were leaving we all headed outside and then Angie realised we didn’t have a photo so we rushed back in and took a few quick pics. (look at the littlest man sleeping in the background). The very best bit about this crazy internet adventure is the new friends, and I know you all know that.

I tell you, my dance-card overflows.