Week 33

Here is my page for week 33.  I am really really busy at the moment as I am making a quilt.  I spent all day Saturday sewing and pinning the pieces together and kept glancing out of the window at the shore.  The day was grey and gloomy and I was torn between working on the quilt and going for my walk .   I realised I have never shown you my little pincushion,  stuffed with the sheep wool I collected on week 16.  It is a rather special pincushion because it has one of my drawings on the beautiful linen fabric.   I haven't shown it to you because I promised to keep it a secret,  that I have been drawing for a wonderfully talented interior designer who is now about to launch her own fabric collection.   Just look at this for a little glimpse of the beautiful fabrics coming on 1st September.  So exciting.
I am making the quilt as a Gift of a Quilt,  part of the project for the 2012 Olympic games.  They aim to have 500 quilts,  to give each country a gift of a quilt.   I wanted to do this, so signed up to do it last year at the Nec Festival of Quilts when I put my butterfly quilt in the show,  now have to get it completed.  I have been enjoying using my little pincushion and sewing like mad,  just the binding to do and I am nearly done,  it is made from mostly recycled shirts and sheets in a pinwheel design.

 After the sewing and  needing a break I ventured out at  5pm for my usual Saturday walk.  It looked really grey and gloomy,  no view as all the hills are covered in the low grey mist.   As I entered the shore I knew I was in for a soaking.  I headed towards the tidal river and heard the noise the birds were making.  They were so loud,  screaming at each other,  sounded like a real squabble, like  heated exchanges....maybe they were arguing.  It was such a wet damp  day,  maybe  birds get grumpy in the  elements.  I felt really relaxed,  the quilt is getting done,  one more thing off my "To Do"  list.   I liked my walk in the fresh air even when it started to drizzle and I became wetter and wetter.  As I followed the tide line I noticed lots of seaweed and feathers, leaves, broken bits of crabs and lots of grassy, straw like tangles.  The beautiful full moon has been lighting up the shore at night,  it also brings the fuller tides and washes up more debris. 

I collect some seaweed,  feathers, the pale blue shell and some oak leaves.  I walked through the long grass, my toes are squelching with water in my shoes, the water is creeping up my trousers and I can smell their clean washed freshness, now they are going to need washing again. The millions of  tiny drops of rain were weighing  down the long grass.   The same tiny drops  rest gently on the feathers with their water repellent qualities.  Not another person here,  just me,  me and my thoughts of my page 33 which I am organizing as I walk.  Thoughts of my tea which I have put into the oven, a baked potato and then I will warm the plum crumble for pudding.   Not  another person,  just glimpses of faces from a carriage of  the passing train.  As I leave the station,  close the gate to this silent grey world,  my feet clatter over the rusty metal bridge and I notice the same rusty colours of my found oak leaves.  The smell of my tea drifts through the kitchen door,  I kick off  my wet shoes, shake my jacket and wipe the water from my face and dripping hair.  Another page,  like an Olympic athlete I am well on my way to my goal, the finishing line is in sight, the end of the year, to achieve all 52 pages.  Hope you like it.
As always, thank you for the lovely comments.                           Millyx