You are perhaps thinking ”wherever did she get that amazing sense of colour?” or maybe “what is she celebrating?”. My primary criteria for fabric selection was that it had to be easily accessible in the stash, cheap when first purchased and there had to be plenty of it. What it looked like was secondary. I don’t have anything to celebrate in particular. It is the first week back at school but this year it has seemed to be an easy holiday, partly because the child helped around the house so I didn’t feel like an oppressed serf by week five. I would have liked to have been celebrating the purchase of a replacement coffee machine except that it was broken in transit so we’re back to begging the pump to keep on pumping for a little longer. I am a tea drinker except for those times when it has to be coffee. We could pretend that I’m celebrating the first day where it was cool enough to need to wear another layer in the house, it’s been a long hot summer and I’m glad to see the end of it. This morning was nippy enough for me to wonder where my gloves are.
It’s too early to celebrate the finish of the cardigan although I’m nearly there now. I’ve finished the fronts, joined the shoulders and just have the knitting of the neck and front bands to do. The sleeves are done and there are next to no ends because I was knitting from a cone so I’m hoping that the small amount of finishing won’t be too hateful. Please overlook that it’s taken me all summer to get this far and I’ll be finishing this short sleeved cardigan just as the cold weather is setting in. As I said, it was a long hot summer, too hot for wool.
Back to the bunting. I looked at tutorials for making it and they seemed to involve drawing around templates. It was far quicker to cut strips and slice them up so that’s what we did, I wielded the rotary cutter, Dan sewed the flags together (his school textile lessons came into play there) and my mother pressed them. It seemed to go on forever, I estimated that I’d need four flags to the yard and I was not too far off with that, I only had four or five left over at the end. I got my act together after the first strip, if you fold it right sides inwards before you cut it then your sewing assistant doesn’t have to turn the pieces right sides together before he sews them. This saves time because you don’t have to inspect, unpick and resew them later. The flags were sewn with a straight stitch, the double fold binding that strings them all together with a small zig zag because I had concerns about the stitches popping under tension. Time will tell whether I got that right.
We made a ten yard length of bunting with a plain yard at each end for stringing it up. At twelve yards that has to be the longest seam I’ve ever sewn, it’s longer than applying binding around the edges of a king sized quilt and that always seemed to be an endless task. Then I did it all over again because at some point that boat is going to turn around and then the other side will be visible from the towpath. It just shows that there is a role for everyone in canal restoration, it’s not all digging holes and pouring concrete, even the bunting makers have a role to play.
I was hopelessly optimistic about this week being wool week, I might manage wool-Friday-afternoon if I’m lucky. I started by clearing the heap in the front bedroom, the one standing between me and the carder, and that’s as far as I’ve got. There was floor under there – who knew?