Friday, 21 October 2016

Sing It Fatboy

Every good quilty story starts with a trip to the fabric store, right?

The Fatboy sang to me this day, begging for a ride on a sunny fall day. How could I resist? Country road, sunny mild-ish day, blue sky, and a rumour that Cotton & Steel skull fabric was in stock at Avonport Discount Fabrics. 

The C&S skull fabric was there...oh yes, indeed...but there was also this oh-so-incredible collection of skull laden Halloween bolts that demanded my attention. The quilty world needs more skulls. And if you should find yourself wrapped in black leather looking all bad-ass in the middle of a fabric store then skulls are exactly what you should buy. 

So, as I'm piling up 8 bolts of the Halloween collection on my cart I hear a woman come in the front door and demand of the clerk, "Who owns that big motorcycle?"  Of course my first thought was, "Oh Jeezus, please tell me you didn't hit it!?" followed by a chuckle when I realize that the ole gal was just shocked to see it there.  Soon, I'm piling my bolts on the cutting table and she comes over for a closer inspection. She didn't show me her badge or any identification but I suspect she was an undercover agent of the Quilt Police. With furrowed brow she looked at my fabric pull, gave me a head-to-toe once over and the interrogation went as follows:

  What are you doing with all that?
  You're a quilter?
  How old are you?
  How many quilts have you made?
  Do you hand quilt?
  Do you belong to a guild?
  Do you know so & so?
    What about so & so?
    You must know so & so! 
  Don't you own a car?
  How in the world are you going to transport fabric on a motorcycle? 
  Where do you live? 
  Would you like me to take your fabric back to Sackville for you?
  Do you have many scraps?
  What do you do with your scraps? 
  Would you like to give your scraps to my guild?

You can imagine I'm dying inside answering her questions with certain but limited information...just enough to satisfy her but not enough to blow her mind. Don't tell the Police anything...that's what Poppa always said. 

It never gets old this reaction to a biker chic in a quilt shoppe. 

My favourite place to ride? 
A countryside fabric store...clearly.

Anyway...this is the quilt that happened:
A sinister Giant Vintage Star (a la Jeni Baker in blogland @ In Color Order) with Kona Stone in the background all quilted up with "Haunted Web" edge to edge from Apricot Moon using purple variegated Coates thread up top and orange variegated Aurifil on the back. 

It needs to be noted that The Robot loved that Aurifil thread...virtually no lint to clog his belly button. The purple Coates? Holy linty hell. Even worse than the typical linty hell of the solid colour Coates. I recently won a dozen spools of Aurifil thread (1st place!!!)  from the MMQG through that Paint Chip Challenge and so I'm looking forward to quilting with it! Even though it's 50wt cotton like all my other threads it's finer...which translates to more thread on a bobbin which translates to fewer bobbin changes for The Robot which translates to a much happier lil ole me.

After I got this quilt all bound I noticed a teeny weeny tear in the backing fabric...I was somewhat gutted but not defeated. I must have snagged a pin in the mountain of quilt off to the left side of the machine as I  was stitching down the binding. What odds? I just hand appliqued a bitty skull to patch it up. If only I could've found an itsy bitsy spider...

I should've waited to snap photos of this finish til this week...the leaves here right now are stunning. Last week? Not so much. Adrienne over at Chezzetcook Modern Quilts waited and got amazing shots of Mr. Chillingsworth in a old graveyard somewhere on the back road between Windsor and Avonport. I toyed with bringing this quilt along that sunny day but alas, her Mister had to go it alone. We were on a fabric & cheese bun run in the Jeep, because:



  1. Great story and fabulous quilt.
    When I was 25, all I drove was a motorcycle. From when the snow cleared to when it fell again. That was back in the 80's and I was stopped all the time by cops who wanted to see if the person driving the bike was old enough to drive. At the time it was yarn shops for me instead of quilt shops, and it was more or less the same story.

    I'm using my first spool of Aurifil on a piecing project and have been loving it. More will come.

  2. Hey, If I had a motorcycle I would most definitely ride it tothe fabric shops! LOL........I love to wear my sandals into the quilt store and flash my tats. they stare and freak out.......convinced I am going to hell and I might get called there in the middle of this fabric store!

    Love your fabric choices, BTW. Great quilt.

  3. The last time my husband tagged along with me to buy fabric, the woman behind the cutting counter was essentially trying to coach me on quilt making while another was trying to give me names of people to contact because it was inevitable I would have quilting emergencies. After we left, my husband just laughed and was like, "they don't have much faith in you, do they?" Not fitting the quilting stereotype is fun because people typically act silly at the sight of us! Hahaha

  4. Great story! I'm sad for her that she thinks all quilters wear sensible shoes and drive a Honda civic.

  5. Hey - I do drive a Honda but I still cause a commotion in the quilt store because I DON'T USE PATTERNS and I DON'T PAPER PIECE. You cannot believe the number of quilt shop occupants who find that nearly as shocking as a biker chick clad all in leather. (Way to go, Ms. Purple Boots)

  6. You crack me up. I laugh and giggle reading your blog. Please write more. Keep on family is from the east coast..the rock actually. I love your humour and your style...thanks for bringin a big giggle to my quilt. And i love love love aurifil too.s im so glad you won that..i voted for ya!😉

  7. I wish I had been there for the conversation exchange. And I would have had the same first thought...did you hit it?? Sounds like a great fabric day.