Whip Up Whiplash
March 6, 2006
I had an exceedingly crafty weekend, how about you? But first, I need to announce that my conscience is free of all bonds and obligations undertaken with respect to my Olympic 16 Hats For Dulaan pledge. I give you:
The Final Four.
As you can see, the corrugated rib groove carried me all the way through. I love how 2-color ribbing highlights the striping of the Noro. In hat 14, the somber shades of the Noro Silk Garden rescued an insipid pale blue and white Rio de la Plata (yummy yarn, just don’t know why I picked that pasty shade).
I especially love the woven look on the wrong side. It gives me all kinds of ideers. Why is this magnificent technique so seldom seen outside of cuffs and edgings? (Um, because it’s slow and tedious? Is that a very good reason? I think NOT.)
A fond goodbye to an Alp of hats. I had a great time making them.
Crafty Sunday: The Chroni-What-Cles of Darn-ia
Now, you know about Whip Up don’t you? A group of the bestest, most craftiest bloggers, updating constantly on every aspect of making stuff by hand, by all means and in all media? Whip Up makes me dizzy with crafty longing. I cannot walk through my apartment without seeing something that needs whipping up. I start to think about branching out beyond knitting, beyond log-cabinning on borrowed sewing machines, beyond……the pale.
Whip Up is totally to blame for what I did yesterday. What I did yesterday involved a Cherished Wedding Gift and this:
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
The Cherished Wedding Gift in question is what I call, with no pejorative connotation, a Catalog Quilt. I have quite a few Catalog Quilts. I buy them, well from catalogs of course, because I prefer cotton quilts to regular blankets and down comforters and stuff like that. You can wash them and hang them on the line and they are so dang cuddly. When I started, I didn’t have any ‘real’ quilts to compare them to, so I didn’t mind that their quilting is kind of …. sketchy…. or that their color schemes can be bland or matchy-matchy. Even with my more educated appreciation of craftsmanship, I still enjoy scoring a nice quilt in the Garnet Hill super-duper middle-of-the-catalog-70-percent-off sale. This particular quilt was a wedding gift from 4 sibs who are beloved cousins-in-law. They asked me what color I liked (being the bride and the only person whose color preference mattered), and I said blue (surprise!), and they gave us this:
We got married in 1991. So naturally there are a few spots that are worn-out and busted. In the quilt I mean.
I love a Matching Pillow Sham, and this quilt was my very first experience of it. I felt so grown up. I would invite people to visit: “Please stay with us,” I would say. ‘We have Matching Pillow Shams, you know.’ I don’t ever want to get rid of this quilt, or any quilt, but Whip Up got me started thinking I could IMPROVE this quilt. So yesterday, my helper man (Joseph) and I set to work.
Although I’ve read of Kaffe Fassett painting dye on the strips of a quilt that were too light, one look at Joseph, and the Rit box warnings about staining, convinced me that I should go the Washing Machine Route.
First you mix up some salty dye soup.
Euw. Second thoughts occurring now. Joseph is hell-bent, though.
So we washed, we soaked, we re-set the machine 6 or 7 times, we rinsed and at the end of it all we pulled this out of the dryer:
Mmmmm, denimy! (See the sham to compare the original color.) The pattern still shows–yay for that. I might give it a second treatment to deepen the blue when I restore the shams to their original, intended matchy-matchiness. A successful project, thanks to a bad case of Whip Up Fever. I wonder what’s going on over there today. Hmmmm?