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| Well, the kitchen's really gone now... |
Last year we decided to forge on ahead with the last 1/3
of our cosmetic renovations. That meant
lounge, dining & kitchen. All that
stuff is now strewn around the rest of the house which we swear has given us a
serious list towards the west.
Mr DIY is
nearing the end of laying a brushbox floor and has offered to do my garden shed
with the left overs. Too right!
The thing is of course, that the shed has to be emptied
out. I am now trying to move rather too “many”
boxes of fabric stash, habby, dyeing equipment, silkscreens and picture frames into the
house. Not to mention the odd few sewing
machines. Just where does it all come
from? The other difficulty is trying to
make it all look less than it really is…..as you would! I keep pointing at the frames saying, “They’ll
be on the wall soon.” As if!! The reality is however, that it could be
another month or more before I get to do some sewing or hang pictures. Sew, what to do?
The answer I’ve decided rests in the many old reference
materials that I’ve brought in from my garden shed. You know, the lot that you might need
someday… As a consequence, I’ve revisited
my blog terms of reference to include a couple of additional goals. It will continue to be a log of one quilter’s
progress - that is, mine. However to add a
bit of depth, I plan to include:
a. Significant
influences – those ah-ha moments that set you off exploring down another
path. For some time I’ve read “The Books
that Changed Me” in the Sunday paper.
Interesting choices. What would I
choose in my list? Better yet, what were
the occasions that changed my quilting life?
b. A
bit of Art History. Groan. Well maybe not all of it. I’ve kept years (and years) of notes thinking
they would come in handy and as we plan to do a bit of touring Europe, I can
reacquaint myself with what’s to see and do.
A sort of a Grand Tour inspired to some degree by the indefatigable
Sister Wendy and Kevin McCloud. Only
I’ll add my photos as I take them and use words from my notes. Don’t worry, they’re descriptive and fairly
simple. We weren’t taught to think for
ourselves way back then. My teacher in
year 11 described herself (a lot) as “Rubenesque”. It’s the only thing I remember, except for
thinking that that wasn’t much to live up too.
(For anyone wondering where all this is going, be
assured that where possible some reference will be made to (serious) resources,
including books – remember them? Main
texts used over 7 years of schooling/college were Gardener’s Art through the Ages 1964, Herbert
Read’s The Meaning of Art 1931, and Carl
Roebuck’s The World of Ancient Times 1966. College it seems, was slow death by a flood of slides. A lot of the notes we were given were roneod,
a method of copying first introduced in 1906 and still being used in the 70’s. Remember that smell of metho in the
classroom?)
