I thought I had saved captions to all the photos, but obviously I am doing something wrong! These are pictures of blocks from a mystery quilt at http://justtakes2.com/about-the-quilt/
So these days I am working on a mystery red and white quilt from http://justtakes2.com/about-the-quilt/
The quilt started on New Year’s day and new blocks come up every 1st and 15th.
Though, mine is not a red and white quilt! I saw this grey printed poplin fabric in Jodhpur in December end and bought 6 metres of it as I thought it would team up well with the indigo blues that I have. Then, I came across this red and white quilt and thought red and grey would be good combo too. So out came an old south cotton dupatta and we were on our way.
Very soon, dawned the realisation that the difference in weights of fabric was not working too well. So, had to buy some red poplin. Anyways, here are my blocks. One to be completed today, and I am ready for the next lot coming out tomorrow.
I shall upload some photos in my next post – there is some prob in getting them all in!
I discovered patchwork while in college. The college bookstore had a fascinating book called “All about patchwork” and I saved money to buy that. It was a princely amount of Rs.15 in an era when an orange bar was 25 paise and a choc bar was Rs.1.25. ( i still have the book – it needs a lot of patchwork, though – and some pages are missing) Scraps were not much of a problem as most of us stitched our own clothes.
I immediately launched on a grandmother’s flower garden hexagon quilt, cutting up paper hexagons, tacking them on to the patches, whip-stitching them together. I had about 20 double rosettes ready in two years and then I got impatient! so I joined them together – and made a bedspread.
GAMES ON A WINTER MORNING
Early on a winter morning,
Young rays of the sun
March into my house
To have a lot of fun!
Without e’er an invite,
Through the bare window
They clamber down my bed
And scamper over my floor.
In a game of make-believe,
They pretend to be my furniture.
Suddenly they stop in their tracks
And preen in front of the mirror.
They creep under my sofa.
And in their faces bright,
I spy a collection of dust,
Hiding from my sight!
Giggling, they run to find
Every dirty nook in my room,
Getting in my way, as I
Go looking for my broom.
They visit my dining table glass
To draw patterns of my chair.
Before you can even blink
They are dancing everywhere!
Now, this really is the limit!
Using my chair as a ramp
Some climb on to the ceiling
Disguised as a lamp.
They chuckle, having fooled me
Let them snigger all they will.
They’re welcome to my house
For it is winter, still!
But, when summer comes,
Let no one have any doubt.
With thick curtains and blinds
I will shut them out!
(And then it goes all philosophical – but forget that!)
Dhoop Chhaon
Subah subah sooraj ki kirane
Tamaasha bahut dikhaati hain
Beparda khirrki paakar bekhauff
Mere aangan mein aati hain.
Fursh par itthlaati kaheen
Mez kaheen kursi ka roop banaati hain
Kabhi almaari ke sheeshe mein apni
Chhabi dekh itraati hain.
Khaane ki mez ke kaanch par
Kya kya design banaati hain
Aur sofe ke neeche ghuskar
Safaai yaad dilaati hain!
Ab to ye ati hui!
Chhat par chaddh
Kaisa swaang rachaaya hai
Shaayad light jal rahi hai, mujhe
Aisa bhram dilaaya hai.
Kuchh din ki manmaani ye,
Karlo tumko jo karna hai
Abhi to sardi ke din hain
Tumse hum ko kya darna hai!
Achha lagta ye kel tumhaara
Har adaa tumhaari bhaati hai
Kuchh din ki ye hath-kheli,
Jaldi hi garmi aati hai.
Dhoop-chhaon ki tum hi karta,
Tumne shaayad bhulaaya hai,
Aaj apnaaya, kal bisraaya
Is jagki yeh hi maaya hai.
Hum bhi, parde mote daalkar,
Tumse bachnaa chaahenge
Narm ho tab tak achhi lagti
Varna aankh churayenge…
(This poem has been published in the Devanagari script too. An English translation can be read here.)
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