Quilt No. 108
Every so often a challenge will come your way. Sometimes you duck it, sometimes you plunge head long into it, throwing caution and your underwear into the wind. Light and Dark in the City was kind of like that. And it all started with a paper bag.
A couple of weeks before Christmas a “paper bag challenge” was announced at quilt guild. It works like this. Fabric, notions and sometimes other non-cloth fibre items are put into a small paper bag. Batting is included, and the quilter who receives the bag must make a small quilt with only the items found in the bag. She can use her own thread and tools, but she may not add any fabric to it. Sounds pretty simple. Until you open the bag.
|Some of the items in the paper bag.|
I’ve never gotten to do one of these before. Generally, there are only two paper bags, for two lucky quilters. People who want to give this a shot put their names in a draw. This particular time not too many people entered. Everyone was eyeball deep in Christmas preparations at home and the project had to be completed by the next meeting, a measly two weeks away. My odds of winning one of the bags were considerably better than usual with fewer names in the draw. And I was pretty darn pleased when my name was announced.
The bag contained about twenty pieces of fabric in solid colours, or “solids” in quilt world jargon. The colours were completely random, not necessarily colours you would intuitively partner up together. There was one print – a black fabric with small white dots. All these pieces were fairly small and varied in size. Also included was a placemat sized piece of batting, and two larger pieces of black cotton. And...a tiny baggie with red, green, and black woolish pieces in it. I heard someone behind me say, “Oh, there’s roving too.” I pretended to know what that meant. Someone else said, sagely, “Ah, for felting.” Roving? Felting? Was it too late to re-raffle the paper bag? I was supposed to create a quilt and learn how to felt in two weeks? All while Christmasing-up my house? Gulp.
I brought the paper bag home and placed the pieces on my quilting table. There were a lot of longish strips – immediately the idea of doing skyscrapers came to me. I am quite fond of quilting cities (Before, Blue collar). There wasn’t a lot of time to ruminate about it. Sometimes I can spend way more than two weeks just thinking about a quilt before I start designing. This was not going to be one of those times.
|"Before" a city quilt I made after 9/11.|
To get myself started I consulted my favourite coffee table book, Skyscrapers. This book profiles several famous buildings and gets your mind past the idea that all buildings are tall boxes that are stubbornly rectangular. It launched my project with a few buildings that were varied in shape, allowing me to comfortably default back to my own building creations...all of which were rectangular boxes.
I wanted to create a harbour skyline, a long one. However, this was limited by the size of the batting, which was cut to the dimensions of a placemat. Ha! Limiting factor or not, I could at least alter the batting into a long and narrow shape by cutting and piecing it, two activities that basically define quilting. This generated a new limiting factor – I now had a maximum of 8 ½ inches for those tall skyscrapers. Not much room left for the water – and no city skyline looks quite right unless it’s on water. Night time city skylines also have those grand reflections in the harbour water – I wanted to capture those too. There was just enough room to squeeze in some light reflections using my favourite shiny rayon thread.
To use up the roving - whatever it is - I machine quilted over it to create clouds. Learning to felt would have to wait for another day. Or another challenge.
I finished the piecing and the quilting and turned to my carefully conserved strips of black that I’d saved for the binding. I was four inches short. I had three other pieces left that were big enough to help me out – white, hot pink, and the black/white dot piece. I decided to use the hot pink. To make it look like I’d planned it that way all along, I ran the pink fabric through the printer and printed out the name of the quilt on it. After many test pieces I was able to sew it on so that the words lined up centered in the quarter inch wide piece of pink on the binding. Alas, the pink was then too dominant and distracting. I fused in some strips of black to de-emphasize it as much as I could. It would have to do – painting black over the pink would have sent me straight to the cheater’s list.
|Julie and Linda with their tale of two cities.|
I would have to say that I truly learned a lot from this challenge. But, nope, I didn't learn how to do felting. I'm saving that for another day.