Comfort on a grey day

I love the colour of rhubarb, acid pink as Brighton rock

Jimany, the weather is foul. Spitting rain with hail at times. I loathe hail, so cruel and stingsome. So we have the fire going full tilt, Barbie and the magic of Pegasus* on the dvd and a beef casserole in the oven. Rhubarb, apple and stem ginger crumble for pudding. I love getting dinner under control so early in the day. I won't feel guilty for sitting and embroidering for the greater part of the afternoon now.

The rabbit square is coming on apace. I am still a bit nervy about cutting out the fabric strips for the surrounding frame. It is a pattern called "log cabin" and all my books assure me that it is very easy. I am sure it is if you can cut out, pin and sew accurately. Unfortunately, perfectionism and I gave up on each other a long time ago and I have a sneaking suspicion that quilters are perfectionists. Own up, you are aren't you?

Progress so far...

Still, this project has grabbed me a bit, even though I am sitting there sewing away and I am sooooo slow. I look at the clock and realise I could have spun a scarfs worth of wool in the time it has taken me to do the edging. It is obvious that embroidery must have been the skill of the upper classes, no one else had the time. All the peasants were busy spinning and knitting! When they weren't digging the lord's fields or being used as arrow fodder of course. I digress, I usually do. Anyway, I am enjoying this little project, who can resist a craft that calls the darling little fabric squares "fat quarters", isn't that cute?

my new fat quarters
:)

I like the word fat, it sounds well kept, well fed. Fat quarters...sounds hamsterish to me.

That reminds me of the time when we had a visiting Ghanaian (probably haven't spelt that correctly) preacher at our church. He complimented all the ladies in the congregation by telling them how fat they looked - in Ghana a plump woman is a sign that they are rich enough to eat well, it is a sign of status. Needless to say, some of that was lost in translation. I got it though. I agree, a bit of meat on the bones is a good thing I think.

I really am wittering now so I'll post some progress pics later.
Hope you are having a fat, snuggly day too.


*My girls have not yet been told the Bellerophon story - the stuff of nightmares in the hands of a gory story teller and I tend to lean that way when I get going on the monster tales. Wait until I tell them about Beowulf and Grendel. I'll save that until their teens I think. So for now, Pegasus is a pretty lilac glittery thing. Hmmn I am biding my time...