Before I packed the container for Australia, I made a good bit of progress on a quilt I'm calling As Time Goes By, because it was inspired by the old BBC series by that name. If you've never watched it, you should. Judy Dench and Geoffrey Palmer are sweet, funny and totally charming. Many episodes have them climbing into bed at the end of an evening, under a wonderful old-looking pinwheel quilt. After seeing it many times, I finally decided it was time to make one like it for our bed. So, I started collecting lovely fabrics in soft red-browns, blues, greens and old golds, to combine with Apple Cider naturals and similar neutrals. It was coming together beautifully, and then it was time to pack! I'm wishing I could be working on it as an alternate to the pink and blue AQR right now.
Did I think to take any pictures of the work in progress or the fabrics before I boxed everything up...of course not. But here's the EQ5 design, which is simplicity itself. I think that's what I liked about it, in a way. Sometimes just simple shapes and lovely muted colors are just the thing, you know?
It sort of reminds me of The Little House on the Prairie or something. I haven't decided yet whether it will be Queen or California King Size. The bedroom at the house in NSW is so small that we sent the one queen-sized bed we had down there to use as our master bedroom until we remodel. The one bedroom condo in Oakland has a much larger bedroom, so the California king bed went there, and I saved the Devil's Claw quilt for that bed.
So I guess I can wait to decide the final size for this Pinwheel quilt...see whether it's even possible to BUY a California king bed in Australia...I mean, why would they sell such an item? And of course, a regular king size is totally the wrong shape for my sheets, blankets and oher quilts. Sigh.
And I thought I'd share a photo of some of the little furry darlings, who have been in prison at the feline b&b for five or six weeks now, and have about that much longer before they fly off to Australia. All are doing quite well, except Alfonse, the all black domestic shorthair, who feels very scratchy to be confined with his formerly feral suite-mates...so much so, that I've taken to calling him Mr. Cranky Pants. Wonder how long it will take till he's forgiven us for the prison sentence, after he's released at our farm in New South Wales.