Patchworked

This morning I went over to Patchwork on Central Park with Amelia, my Mum and my Grandma. I have yet more projects on the boil and I needed a metre or two of some reddy, florally stuff. My Grandma doesn’t sew any more but she was a passionate patchworker when I was a little girl. I can clearly remember Grandpa and her laying out huge quilts on the floor piece by piece working out the pattern before she would sew it all together. Our house is still full of her amazing creations. Each of us has at least one quilt and there are cushions and table mats, dressing gowns, toys and even a patchwork chair. I would love sorting through her scrap boxes and drawers (I still do! What’s left of them), all beautifully arranged according to colour. Mostly I would just feel the soft silky ones between my fingers and marvel at the colours but sometimes with the aid of a rubber band I would wrap them around a doll as some kind of fancy evening gown. She went on to create the most exquisite pieces of embroidery but Patchwork seemed to be her first craft love. Am I right Grandma?

Patchwork on Central Park is my new favourite place in the world. I just want to bottle it up and drink it. As we walked in the door I went a little weak in the knees with pure sensory overload – I am without a doubt a fabric geek. The polished floorboards, the beautiful finished quilts draped on display, the baskets busting with fatt quarters (what a great term) and the shelves full of beautiful bolts of fabric all colour arranged like a big tin of new Derwent pencils. Mmmm.

Grandma sat like patchwork royalty in a chair in one room offering her opinions to a gentleman who was choosing his backing fabric for a huge purple quilt. Amelia squealed and shouted “Mum-oh! Mum-oh!” as I pulled out bits and pieces and eventually settled on something perfect for the secret project. I also managed to find some small and cheap swatches of a couple of the 1930s fabrics which will do very nicely for clothing for upcoming dolls.

Not only did I get to ooh and aww at the delicious Kaffe Fassett and Liberty stuff they had, but they also had Amy Butler’s fabrics and joy of joys I also discovered that they stock the really cute 1930s reproduction fabrics from the likes of Judie Rothermel and RJR Fabrics… If they only stocked the munki munki range I would be in full heaven and I could stick my tongue out at Reprodepot Fabrics and the fact that they don’t deliver internationally anymore.