For some reason I own a single bed doona (
duvet, whatever) but no cover. Living in a house heaving with scrap fabric, I decided that the best course of action would be to make a patchwork cover instead of just going out to buy one. Because there were only 35 squares, the project was super quick. The backing ended up being the remnants of a striped double bed cover which died a while ago. A form of resurrection, perhaps?
There is a story behind every patch: an old skirt, dress, blouse, scarf, tea towel, pillow case, even a fabric that I designed for Seed. An apron from my aunt (the pocket in the centre!), beautiful scraps from my friend Anna Banana, op shop finds, even a screen printing experiment from a CAE course that I did centuries ago. There were also a few scraps from a splurge at a beautiful patchwork fabric shop that briefly graced Auburn Road....
While I was piecing this together last Sunday I watched
Kevin McCloud build his shed from discarded materials, and felt similarly virtuous.
I am also trying to take more interesting photos of
my work. I find styling frustrating but also quite rewarding. On a whim I decided to take a workshop with
Sibella Court next month, and I am very much looking forward to it. In the meantime, I have begun wondering whether I should buy myself some styling props: perhaps a mini world globe, a few sheets of vintage wallpaper, or some interesting crockery?
(Of course if I succumb it will pretty much negate my virtuous non-consumerist patchwork cover making.)