Deary, Deary Me

 

Hello, lovely lovelies♡ Thank you for your sweet words re my post last week. It seems the consensus of opinion is for all of us to keep on stitching and blogging as an antidote to the many sadnesses in this world. 'Keep Calm and Stitch On'; as the Brits would say. So, as a percentage of British blood courses through my veins, this is what I shall do. I, and those of you whom are like minded, will certainly have to stitch our fingers to the bone and blog like crazy, because from tomorrow when Trump and his Deplorables take over the White House, the Dystopian Era begins. Deary, deary me. I've heard the inauguration is being held inside because of the frigid weather conditions??!! There's a chill in the pomp and circumstance. You know......hell will freeze over before......a convicted felon becomes President and is given the keys to the White House! Mmm....but then, I wonder if the size of the inaugural crowd is pressing on his mind???? Oops....a bit naughty of me but you know me, facetiousness will sometimes get the better of me. Deary, deary me.

I've started another quilt. Deary, deary me. I really didn't  intend to. It's one of those happenstance things. I was hunting for the perfect grey fabric for the hexies which will be incorporated into my star quilt and another path opened up for me to skip along. Instead of finding a grey fabric to dance with my Liberty stars, I found the perfect grey for a new quilt where baskets of flowers will be the show stoppers. There really is no rhyme or reason as to the workings of my muddly mind. I see a batik covered in smudgy greys with hints  of leaves and stems all over.......and I think flower baskets! Why......don't you?? =)

I do love quilts filled with baskets of flowers. I've fashioned a couple of quilts featuring baskets reminiscent of the 1930's, but this time I wanted a more modern aesthetic. Simple baskets with floral fabrics being the 'darlings' instead of applique flowers. No piecing of oodles of triangles, nor HST's......no fussy machine stitching of convex and concave curves; just quick hand appliqueing of each basket and fabric bias for the handles. 

The baskets are Kona solids and the flowers are an assortment of florals from my stash. The background as I've said is a grey batik print with a hint of leaves. 

January 20th. Inauguration Day. Martin Luther King Jr Day. My birthday.  Thankfully, down here at the bottom of the world, January 20th arrives sixteen hours before the USofA, so I will enjoy tea and cake in celebration of the day of my birth. I will also raise my fine bone china teacup in honour of Martin Luther King Jr, for he is worthy of celebration. As for the inauguration, thankfully, I will be fast asleep as the Grand Poobah basks in the  glow and warmth of his adoring and worshipping acolytes, as they ceremoniously heap praise and glory  upon him. Deary, deary me, it's too much for me to bear; to witness the 'emperor with no clothes' wearing that triumphant smirk of his.

And.....on that note, I'm off before I get into any more trouble.......because I just know I will.  Deary, deary me. =) I am going to enjoy a little slow stitching of my pretty baskets, this Sunday.

Bye lovely lovelies. Until the next time....