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Kisses from Peter Pan

I like patchworking. For some time it’s been small(ish) things I made, and only few required quilting.

I like once in a while to make something big, though. So when my Mum talked of buying a new bedspread I jumped at the chance to sew her one. Heaven knows she made plenty of clothes for me as I grew up harbouring a strange notion that I could not wear jeans, only corduroy trousers. I have no idea how many pairs came out of her sewing machine. I just know I loved every pair and wore them all out.

I generally don’t mind quilting big things either. Granted the first fem lines or knots are a bit of a hassle to get done. The rest of it is plain sailing because I dutifully baste together the three layers including the stuffing before I start quilting.

And that part is the biggest obstacle. Bacause as I have no table big enough nor any frame I have to lay it on the floor, sit down with straight legs under it and baste with one hand over and one under. Even though I stitched together more than 400 patches by hand that process feels as if it takes far longer time. My lower back screeches in pain, I stab myself constantly with the needle, and I have to wear my thimble which I otherwise never do for want of feel of the needle.

At least I’m done and can start quilting. This time it’ll be in points, strewing buttons on the pattern at random.

Hence the kisses from Peter Pan: Buttons and a thimble. Oh, how I wish they felt as good as my husbands’ …



Or: Not In My Daffodils You Don’t

April is dandelion season. Or rather: It opens the dandelion season. Like every other garden owner at least in Denmark and probably all temperate areas, I get my fair share of them. In parts of the garden they’re little trouble. I have a marvellous tool that has two broad spikes at the end of a rod with handlebars at the top. Easy to use, just plunge in the spikes around the dandelion, twist the rod using the handlebars, lift up. Sometimes it lift the dandelion, otherwise it loosens the soil to allow me to pull it up with at least some of hte root on it.

The snag is that dandelions are sneaky things. The seeds blow everywhere on their feather-like parachute, dfalls everywhere and is only too good at sprouting. And not just on otherwise bare patches. They sprout among my strawberries, under my hedge, practically in the middle of rose bushes. Not to mention in my daffodils, which bloom everywhere now.

With such cunning my tool is no good because it would damage the bulbs. And so I have to get down on my knees, small shovel in hand and dig those dandelions up.

So, folks: You thing dandelions and other weeds are a pain in the neck? Or a pain in the arse / butt? Well I can tell you you’re wrong.

They’re a pain in the knees.